Bored247-Thanks. I am delighted to do so.

ANOTHER DAY

The next morning, Anna wasn't exactly jumping for joy. Yesterday wasn't exactly giving her hope that today would be a good day, but she figured that she would grin and bare it, if not for her aunt's sake. When she came home last night, Irene had asked her so many questions about school. She seemed so happy, and she couldn't help but want her to stay that way, so she over-exaggerated a bit telling her how busy she was and how all the teachers and students were nice to her, and well whatever else she could think of at the last minute.

But today, she knew wouldn't be much different then yesterday. She was going to be bored out of her mind. She tried to push those thoughts out of her head and went to take a shower, hoping it would make her feel better. After she was done and dressed, she got her stuff together. Then there was a knock at her door.

"Anna, are you ready?" She went to the door, opening it with a false smile on her face.

"Yeah, Aunt Irene." She smiled back.

"Good, there is someone waiting downstairs for you. He's been here for the past fifteen minutes insisting on waiting for you."

"He?"

"Yes, he was quite nice, and I couldn't let him wait outside." Before Anna could say anything else, Irene had already turned and headed downstairs. But then added, "Hurry, or you will be late, my dear." Anna grabbed her stuff in a hurry and quietly made her way downstairs to see what she was talking about. She peeked past the steps and saw him. The guy from yesterday, he was sitting on their sofa fiddling with some playing cards. She sighed. He must have noticed because he put his cards away and stood up, turning towards the stairway. She decided to make this as quick and as painless as possible, especially for Irene.

She stood straight up, and walked down the stairs, starring straight ahead, but feeling his piercing gaze soak her in. When she joined her aunt at the bottom of the stairs she met his gaze and forced a smile as he gave one back. She took a deep breath.

"Remy, this is mah Aunt Irene." she said as she gestured towards her aunt. Remy walked up to the two of them, took Irene's hand and kissed it, "Enchante Madame." Then he turned to Anna, "Mais chere, you be as belle as ever." Irene blushed, but Anna didn't buy it.

"Well, we had bettah be headin' off ta school. Don't wanna beh late or nothin'." She kissed her aunt on the cheek and headed for the door. Remy followed her quickly from behind, trying desperately to keep up with how fast she was walking. After they were down the street she finally turned toward him dropping some of her books, her face a nice shade of red, which he could not figure if it was from anger or all that walking.

"What were ya thinkin?"

"Remy be thinkin' 'bout you chere." he said with that permanent smirk.

"Ah'm serious. What makes ya think Ah would want ya in mah house, let alone walkin' meh ta school, Ah thought we agreed-" He shook his head.

"Non, we not agree how long Remy leave ya alone, nor anythin' 'bout not comin' over, nor Remy walkin' ya ta school." She let out a small growl. Then she sighed. He was right after all. Him leaving her alone would have been to good to be true.

He bent down and grabbed the books that she dropped, in a gentleman like fashion, then stood up to meet her gaze.

"What is it that ya want now?"

"What make ya think Remy want somethin'?"

"It seems ta beh in ya nature, not ta mention with ya specialty of bein' an annoyin' swamp rat."

"Non, dat not true." Then he took a step towards her and in a low husky voice spoke, "Mais Remy would love ta show ya his real specialty."

"Ugh, ya so gross!" she yelled at him turning away from him and continuing on her walk. He quickly caught up and walked next to her.

"Cookin'." he told her non-chalantly.

"Excuse meh?" After seeing the look on her face, he smiled.

"Dat be Remy's specialty. What, ya think he mean somethin' else?" she blushed.

"Anna, ya mind always in da gutter like dat?" he laughed at her, she turned an even deeper shade of red.

"No." she muttered, trying to hide her face from him. He noticed this, and quickly got in front of her, making her nearly walk into him.

"You don't have ta hide ya face. Ya look cute when you blush." She looked away quickly.

"Chere?"

"Yeah." she said, but refused to look at him. He took his free hand, juggling the books in his other arm, and touched her chin ever so lightly, pulling her face up to meet his gaze.

"Does Remy make ya feel...uncomfortable?" She didn't answer right away. His eyes, she was drowning in his eyes. They were an unearthly shade of brown, that almost glowed red in the intense stare.

"Yes, no-Ah don't know." She closed her eyes not knowing what to say, he smiled at her, just enjoying the sight before him. He took her hand and started to walk towards the school again.