A/N: How's that for a fast update? 14 days, exactly two weeks just for you PhantomPunkEvo. It's a bit short, but it was the best I could do. Soccer ends as of tomorrow though . . . then come exams, and then I'm home free and yours for the summer. Hope you enjoy this chapter!

All thoughts are italicized.

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"Right, Ah'm outta here," Rogue moved to the door.

"Where are you going?"

Rogue cast her mind around for an idea, Anything's better than getting caught in this game. She glanced down at her watch, "It's been ova an hour and a half, Ah'm goin' to go see what's takin' room service so long."

"Sure you're not just scared?" Kitty teased.

"Scared o' what?" Rogue glared back.

The younger girl was unfazed, "Scared of having to answer one of our questions."

"Ah ain't scared o' y'all, but Ah am hungry." The gothic girl turned on her heel, slamming the door behind her.

Kitty shrugged, "She is so scared."

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Remy smiled to himself as he headed for the doorway.

"'ey, mate, where are you goin'?" John called to him.

Remy shrugged, "Going to see what's taking room service so long," he supplied with a smile.

"'ey, I'm comin' too!"

"No, you're not." Remy pushed John backwards.

"'ey, wot gives?" John stumbled backwards into Evan.

"Au revoir," Remy smiled, strolling out the door.

"Wot's eatin' 'im?" John glared at the back of the door.

"Isn't it obvious?" Lance smirked.

John turned his glare on Lance, "Isn't wot obvious?"

"He's going to be with Rogue."

John contemplated this for a moment. "Roight, I knew that."

Lance snorted, "Yeah, sure you did."

John's eyes narrowed, taking a step towards the tall shaggy haired boy. "'ey, if I said I did, than I did."

Lance closed the distance between the two of them, "Who died and made you god?"

John flicked his lighter open, a vicious smile curling on his lips as the flame jumped into his hand. "Who says I'm 'God' per se?"

"Right, just the demon from Hell."

"I wouldn't go there if I were you, mate," the flames licked John's fingers, taunting the irate Avalanche.

"And what, exactly, are you planning on doing about it?"

John smirked, pulling his arm back in the mime of a pitcher. "Three guesses."

But before the pyromaniac could so much as begin to release the ball of fire, the floor rolled beneath him, knocking him off his feet and extinguishing the flames.

"'ey mate, that ain't wot I call playin' fair!" John groaned from the ground, rubbing his sore backside.

Lance didn't even glance at the boy, "And who told you life was fair?"

Before John could retort, Roberto stepped between the two. "Hey, cool it why don't you? Scott's right, we don't need this kind of thing exposing us. Can't we just . . . focus on listening to the girls or something?"

John grumbled as he rose to his feet, "Wotever, mate, wotever."

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"Did you guys just feel that?" Tabitha asked. "That was so cool! The floor just liked, rolled right beneath my feet!"

Amanda bit her lip nervously, "Do you think that was a real earthquake?"

Kitty's brow furrowed and her eyes narrowed, "No, I'm totally willing to bet that was Lance. What the heck is he thinking?"

"Knowing Lance he probably isn't, hey!" Tabitha shrieked, a pillow just narrowly missing her head.

"That's my boyfriend you're talking about!"

"Which is what makes it all the more tragic," Tabby rolled her eyes, ducking as another pillow came flying her way.

It was Jean who intervened before a full-fledged pillow war broke out. "What do you think is going on in there? Kit, what could make Lance mad enough to use his powers?"

"You mean other than your boyfriend?" Kitty's cheeks flushed, "Sorry that was low."

Jean just shook her head, "Don't worry about it."

"Hey," Amanda spoke up, her cheeks flushing as everyone turned to her. "Um, I have a way we might be able to find out."

"How?"

"Well, um, at my old school we went on this field trip to Washington D.C. And at night we'd take cups and put them against the wall to listen to the boys in the next room . . ." she trailed off, embarrassed.

Tabitha gaped at her, "You know, tonight I'm seeing a whole other side of you. Wish I'd been at those sleepovers you used to have. I am all for this!"

The girls each grabbed a cup from the mini bar and the bathroom, positioning themselves against the wall. After a few minutes Amara turned to the other girls. "Perhaps I'm doing this wrong, but is anyone else hearing anything?"

"Not at all," Tabitha frowned at the cup in her hand. "Man, this blows."

"Guys should not be that quiet," Jean frowned at the wall, "There is so something not right about this."

"Hey, well, since it is my boyfriend that's 'misbehaving'," Kitty made quotation marks with her fingers, shooting a dark look at Tabitha. "Why don't I just, phase in and take a peek?" Without waiting for an answer, Kitty laid her stomach on the floor, gently phasing her head through the base of the wall. A split second later she pulled her head out, turning up to face the eager faces of the other four girls. "You are so, like, not going to believe this!" she whispered, "They're all standing in there with their ears pressed against glasses, the glasses pressed against the walls!"

"The dirty little rats!" Tabby yelped in a loud stage whisper. "They've been listening to us the whole time! They so deserve something . . ."

"Um, Tabby?" Jean broke in before the girl could propose any bizarre idea of revenge. "I hate to break it to you, but we were doing the same thing. We can't exactly get mad at them."

"No," a grin split across Kitty's face, "But we can get even. C'm' here." The girls circled around her, talking in excited whispers as Kitty explained her plan.

"Kitty," Tabby smiled, "You are my kind of evil."

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Rogue stomped through the hallways, angrily punching away at the elevator button. She needed air, she was not enjoying being cooped up in a tiny hotel room with five other giggly girls. More than anything she wanted to release some of the pent up energy. She was ready to hit something, to kick something; maybe she could find something suitable in the workout room, though she doubted it. Fancy hotels never had punching bags hanging from their ceilings, only the newest in electronic technological machinery.

There was a light ding as the elevator reached her floor, its doors opening slowly. Rogue ducked inside, quickly hitting the close button. But just as the heavy doors were closing, a metal pole slipped inside, propping them open just long enough for its owner to slip inside.

"Good evening, chere,"

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A/N: Kind of short, we know, but we decided this was a nice place to end this chapter Forgive the French misspellings, Melizza is currently studying Japanese and DOJ is studying Spanish and Japanese . . . so the French language doesn't really work for us. We promise there are some nice fluff-ish moments coming up soon . . . there will either be one or three in the next chapter . . . depending on how much fits in. We have Romy, Lancitty, and Amyro moments planned . . . and we are definitely going to have some Jott in there as I can't live without that couple, we just haven't thought of what yet. So, not making any promises, but if you have any suggestions, comments, or just general feedback (which you know you do) hit the pretty blue-ish gray button in the left-hand corner!

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