El diablo- LOL. Thanks.

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Once Anna dropped off by the very excited girls, she walked up to her front door, only to be greeted by Remy who had posted himself on the porch. He made sure that he was not seen until he knew it was her. He had a blank expression on his face, that worried her somewhat, but what really bothered her was that he would not look her in the eyes.. She sat down next to him, a little bit puzzled as to his problem.

"What's wrong sugah?" He didn't know what to say. He had been thinking about it all night, but he still just didn't know. She just wanted to be friends, but if that meant that he had to endure what he had done tonight, he might not be able to handle that. He still refused to look at her, but buckled underneath her stare. 'What dis femme do ta ya Remy?' Her body shifted and she turned to him fully.

"Whay ya here Rem? What's wrong with ya?" He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, muttering, "Remy saw ya." She barely caught what he had said.

"Saw meh what?" He looked up at her, shocked that she had heard him. He didn't mean to let that out, just to think it.

"Remy see ya, at that dance." She smiled gently at him, but that didn't reassure him of anything. He kept that blank, emotionless expression on his face.

"Whay didn't ya come an' say hi then?" he looked away again.

"Didn't see you until...de last dance." She finally understood what the problem was, but she didn't want to believe it. 'Whay would he care, he's the ladies man. No one gal could hold 'im down.' She let out a sigh and stood up. Anna then held a hand out to him, but he did not take it, getting up on his own.

"Remy, what's wrong? Ah've only known ya for a few days, and ya already attached ta mah hip. If'n ya here ta say somethin' ta meh, just say it." He smiled at her forwardness. 'She just a femme. Don't go throwin' yahself at her Remy. You get whatevah femme ya want. No reason it need ta be her. De femme votre amie.'

"Just dat ya look tres belle tonight. Like de new look." he took her hand in his a kissed it.

"Thanks sugah, but Ah didn't have much choice in it. Those girls, they gotta mind of their own." he brought his hand up to her face and played with one of the white stands, enjoying the way it felt between his fingers.

"Still looks good, non. Suits ya." They both stared into each other's eyes, neither being able to move under the others gaze, afraid that this moment would end. Thinking that she might feel the pull between them, Remy slowly brought his face down to meet hers. Just as he was about to press his lips to hers, the porch light came on, and the two jumped away from each other. A very sleepy Irene opened the door, rubbing her eyes.

"That you Anna?"

"Yeah Irene." then Irene noticed the boy near her. For a moment she still seemed to be a little groggy, but then caught on to who it was.

"Nice to see you too Remy." he bowed.

"Always a pleasure." she rolled her eyes and laughed. "I'm sure." Then she turned to Anna. "Just make sure you lock up when you come in, my dear." Anna nodded in agreement. Irene shut the door behind her smirking knowingly. Anna looked at her hands, a blush creeping across her face. Remy smiled at her innocense through it all, and closed the space between them. He cupped her face in his hand, willing her to look at him, and she complied smiling gently. He once again moved in to kiss her, but she brought a finger to his lips, stopping him, but his eyes were unwavering.

"Not gonna try that ol' trick 'gain, are ya sugah?" she drawled out. He smirked down at her playfully. But did not back down.

"Mais, how could Remy resist such a belle femme?" her smirk matched his, but did not move as he placed his hands on her hips.

"Ah s'ppose that could beh a problem, seein' as ya way with the girls." He pulled her in a little bit closer.

"How 'bout Remy's way wit dis femme?" he told her in a low, husky voice. She batted her eyes at him playfully.

"Ah do believe, that remains ta beh seen."

"Den maybe Remy could ask dis femme if he get de last dance fer da night." She looked at him, as if really pondering the question.

"Oh come now chere, can't be dat hard ta say oui." She smiled wickedly.

"Hold on, Ah'm still thinkin'." but she laughed as he placed her arms around his neck, and then placing them back down onto her hips as he made her sway.

"Now what made ya think that Ah would say yes ta ya swamp rat?" He returned that wicked grin and replied, "You never can say non, not ta Remy chere."