Disclaimer: Would this disclaimer be here if I owned X-Men Evolution? Of course not!

Author's Notes: Well, here we go, Remy's diary. It's the longer of the two, because it's gonna be Remy's reactions prior to talking to Rogue, not knowing what she has in mind and I think he just really needs to finally admit to a third party everything he feels and lay it all on the line, whereas Rogue has been doing a little along the way for awhile…I mean, I think we need a guy view of all this. Guys can be totally giddy and off the floor happy too…hence the title…lol. Oh yeah, and the first chappie is now called, 'Our Girl Who Got Tired of It All'. Yeah, and the next chapter will be the ultimate parade of fluff done in actual prose and not diary style, showing exactly how their rendezvous went. Totally fluff! I really like writing this…it's so sort and I'll be done soon! Yeah!

So how did this fic come about? I put Romy in the search engine in the X-Men sections like I usually do to look for recently updated Romys. Of course, I usually only use this for the updated ones, because at one point I went crazy and tried to read all the good ones I could. Anyway, I scrolled down from the recently updated ones, picked and well…read…so skimmed through depressing ones and that just made me sad. It's one thing to have angst, but another to have no hope at all for them! So I got mad and was like, you know what? Rogue is NOT going to be all woe is me for once, she's gonna take initiative and be all 'I love Remy LeBeau and am not afraid to admit that!' I guess I wanted to break that stereotype and I just wanted to do something where Remy was totally and completely bouncing off the walls elated.

Plus, I needed to write something good, happy and fluffy after depressing myself with the sad Romyness…like it's not even good…it's just one darned thing after another that screws them over even more with no chance of happiness…and then there were the antiRomy people…I respect them, but it's just that they make me angry…because they pair them with other people, which I hate. It rarely ever works, I have read very few stories in which they did. And then there was that incessant Melissa O'Neil song playing in my head…she's that chick that won Canadian Idol, I think. Just to let you know, I have learned to despise the Idols. I hate them, and Canadian Idol is WAY too much of a rip off of American Idol. But that song was playing a tad too much on the radio and I got hooked onto the lyrics…not the song, or her voice, the lyrics and it just sort of went from there…at first I pictured a sort of mopey Rogue going 'oh pooey, I want this…blah blah blah…' but then, she's always like that…so I was like assertive Rogue going for it! Anyway…

To my faithful reviewers, time for some shouts!

Shout Outs:

Cat2fat900: Thank you so much for reviewing this and practically everything else I write and being the first one to review, all the time. It makes me really happy! I would reach through the computer and hug you if I very well could. I hope you won't have to take any drastic action with this…I'm glad you liked her rephrasing herself. And wow, you really did like it. Thanks. As always, I appreciate the review immensely. Now go update SS!

Pinkie and the Brain: They're Pinkie and the Brain, yes, Pinkie and the Brain, one is a genius, the other's insane…and that's the extent of what I remember from the song…I love that song. NARF! "So what are we doing tomorrow night, Brain?" "We'll take over the WORLD!" I loved that show. I love your name and the dialogue. It was very amusing. You were blown away? Cool! Thanks for the review.

ISHY: I always feel so happy when you review. You really bring a smile to my face! I didn't know I could write something so short either, but it IS a diary entry…so I could ramble on for about oh, I don't know, 20 odd pages about how great Remy is, well, I could, but she's probably already done tons of that in her diary. I'm glad you liked the sweetness and I think we all need a break from the depression on the Romy fronts…for some nice perfectly happy, safe fluffiness.

Hunza: Hey, again! Yeah, it really is short, not even 1000 words, I surprised myself. But it just fit with the length of it. It was short, but it did it's job. Yeah, well, Remy, he's one 'sexy muffin' as Ish would but it…Well, yeah, Rogue is stubborn, but I think she just reached the point where she's like 'screw it! I just cant' do this to myself anymore!' and just realizes she has to take that chance. Of course, she's still stubborn and all that, but she's just reached a point where she doesn't need to be for once. She's willing to take a chance. Thanks for the review! It made me happy.

Okay, well, 114 plus hits and four reviews? What's up with that, seriously, people, review…

CHAPTER TWO: Guys Get Excited Too, Really Excited

Mon Dieu! Oh my fucking God! I'm in love! I'M IN LOVE! I, Remy Etienne LeBeau am in love! I am SO freaking out! It's driving me crazy. She's driving me crazy. I just wanna shout it from the roof tops and serenade her or something. It's insane, but then, people do crazy things when in love. I have to make her see that though.

Hey, there, Diary, it's me, the sobered Remy LeBeau…

I've never felt this way, at all. I know you know that. I have never felt so completely enraptured by one femme. But there's something about her that just lures me in so utterly and latches onto me and I can never let go of that. It's like I need it to breathe. It fills my lungs and I need it to keep on living.

I gave up on love, it wasn't for me, but she showed me that all I thought true was false. She gave it all to me and she didn't even know it. I'm healed because of her. I can carry on and love again because she took me into heart and mended all my hurt, pain and suffering. More than anything, she showed me that anything is possible, that miracles do happen and that true love is not out of my grasp. She is my miracle.

Somewhere along the way, she stole my heart from right under my nose and gave it back too, all whole and completely healed after everything that's broken it. She saved me from the darkness and gave me a reason to live again, a reason to stop drifting, to wake up from my rut and care. She's stirred me to the core and changed who I am completely.

When I'm with her, nothing else matters, except her and I'm so completely happy. It's really truly bliss. There's no other word to explain it. I'm light as air and completely free. I'm only happy when she's happy and I'm sad when she is. I live to see that incredible smile on her face, that smile that lights up her face and shows me all the warmth, hopes and secrets hidden deep in her heart. It lights up her eyes, makes them glow practically with laughter. She's free then and it's so beautiful. I live for that. It's what drives me now and I like that. I'm not selfish anymore. It's all about her and her happiness and how I can make her happy.

She takes away all the memories and all the pain. She's my aspirin, my pain killer, the only drug I've ever been addicted to. I see her pain and I long to take it away. I long to wipe those tears from her eyes for good and see her start to bloom into the full flower, that has been delayed from blossoming for so long. I want to see her happy and stop hating herself. She takes me away from the world that's so cold and bitter and I want to do the same for her. When I watch her sleep, she tosses and turns, the bad dreams haunt her soul, and I just want to give her the light she needs to escape that. I don't want to pick up the pieces anymore when she breaks. I want to make it so that she never breaks again. I want to protect her from all that should dare to hurt her. She doesn't deserve any of that pain. She never did. Mostly, I want to be the one to make her happy.

She's different from all of the other femmes for making me feel this way. She's unique, one in a million and I wouldn't have it any other way. She's my special secret and the one thing that I hold dearly close to my heart. She keeps me going on in this horrible life when I have nothing, because seeing her smile is worth it. When she smiles, it's like the world is at my fingertips and I know what heaven is like. Heaven has to be real, because I know I have met my angel and like an angel she has saved me in every possible conceivable way that a human can be saved.

Her friendship became my salvation. I don't hate myself when I'm with her. The time she spent with me was the few precious moments where the past didn't lurk over my shoulder. She was the slayer that banished all my demons. She didn't judge me like everyone else had. She knew that I was hurt and haunted by all the blood, death, betrayal, heartbreak, violence and gore. She saw I was hallow and barely living, but she wasn't afraid to open up her heart and mind and put me back together. She wanted to heal me.

She could see that all the terrible things I did were not my choice, they were my circumstance, my nightmare, but she woke me up from it. The events of my life didn't matter when I was with her; she taught me how to fly again. I am invincible with her. All the pain can't touch me when I'm with her and the day can't help but be brighter and more vibrant. The world is beautiful again.

Her warmth, he smile, her laughter all draws me into her heart. She's smart, witty, sassy and funny. There isn't a time when I don't enjoy our banter, the battle of words, it's our battle and I love it. I feel so alive and so free when I'm with her. She makes me laugh and her sass is what makes her so lively, so that her namesake is truly fitting. She's the bravest person I know, to go on living, when the world has given her so little. Her strength of will is admirable. By all accounts, she could be so completely negative, cynical and bitter, but she's not. She dares to hold onto hope. She cares so much about the ones she cares about. She falls and breaks, but she never lets them see it because she doesn't want to hurt them. She's so selfless that way. Her kindness and generosity never ceases to amaze me.

She understands me and she knows what it's like to have everything you believed in torn to pieces and proven to be nothing but lies. She just gets me in a way no one ever has. She doesn't care that I flirt with any girl I come across, or drink and another million stupid things, because I think she knows that they mean nothing and she's the only one that matters to me. She's my only one. She's the only one to ever truly accept me for who I am and not care about all the shit I've done. It's refreshing to know that someone cares about me so much, outside my family with no strings attached. She doesn't like me because it'll further her goals. She hates manipulation and betrayal. She's as much a victim as I am. She taught me that I don't have to manipulate people before they manipulate or use me, because she just spent time with me because she cared about me. And I've never had that before.

She believes in me with all her heart. She believes in the good of me. She sees that there's still good in me and I'm not a lost cause. It makes me feel so incredibly wonderful that there's someone out there that believes in me and cares about me like that. She cares enough to believe in me and to help me, even when I don't ask for it, but need it just as much. She's made me a better person, the person I always wanted to be, but never though I could be. (Yes, I know it's more than like two pages of Remy rambling on about her…but it's sweet…?)

She's suffered as I have suffered, but just as she has done for me, I've seen her through and guided her back. She opened her heart to me and allowed me to see all her hidden secrets and confessions she's been longing to tell someone, all the hopes and dreams that are still alive. I feel honored to know that she's confided all of that to me. I know she's only ever told me and me alone.

And mon Dieu…she's the most beautiful creature I've ever laid my eyes on…

I think possibly the most intriguing thing about her are those amazing eyes of hers. I can see so much of her through them, right down to her soul and it's beautiful and perfect. They're the most perfect shade of emerald and the most flawless jewels I have ever laid my eyes on, and I'm a thief. They stare at me with a look only for me, hoping and longing for me. I can see what's in her soul and her mind. She only ever reveals that for me that I know. They bear into my soul and lure me in, never letting go, holding me captive. Her lips are the most tempting thing about her. They're incredibly pouty and full, totally meant to be kissed and yet completely deprived. God, I've dreamt about them for so long. It makes my skin turn to fire. That skin of hers in a flawless alabaster that I long to touch, just once because I know that it's soft as sin. I just want to get lost in it. Her hair is unique and wonderfully silky, all luxuriously long and wavy now, like it should've always be. It's the way God made her, it's natural. I love the way the white blends with that fiery auburn. I love running my hands through it and brushing the pure white of angel's wings from her striking face. She's a looker, her face is so perfect. I think she must be a goddess and with a body like that, it's not hard to believe. It's in those sexy curves that make her a woman and those legs that could go on forever. She grew up and filled out nicely these past few years, that's for sure. It's hard to believe sometimes that she's only nineteen.

She can't see that she's absolutely perfect to me.

I'm finally realizing that what all of our friends have been telling us for the past year is true. I do have something incredibly profound and amazing with her. I want that perfect future with her. I'm ready to stop denying it and admit that I have feelings for her unlike that of which I've ever had before. I love her. I love Rogue with all my heart and it's not something to be taken lightly.

I love Rogue.

And it's not crazy or weird, or even out of line, it's the truth. God, I love that name. It's so fitting, but I like Marie too. I love that she told me her real name and no one else. There's just something about Rogue though. And she's clueless to how I feel. She needs to know. She needs to know what I feel with my whole heart.

It's funny. I love the way her name sounds from out of my mouth and the way my name tumbles out of hers. I love that cute pout on her lips when she's deep in thought. I love that her dreams haven't been crushed. I love that despite her curse she holds on. I love the way she makes me feel when she's near. I love that for the first time in a long time, I'm with someone that makes all those cliché things happen to my body, like sweaty palms, quickened pulse and butterflies meandering in my stomach. I love the way she make me feel so alive and keeps me on my toes. I love that she's unpredictable. I love the way she looks at me when she thinks I won't notice. I love her smile that outshines the brightest stars. I love that she took me into her arms and healed all my wounds. I love that she's saved me, kept the darkness from devouring me whole. I love that she laughs just for me. I love that she gets me in all shapes and forms. I love how her touch drives me crazy. I love our heated banter. I love that she makes me feel good about myself, when I do nothing more than beat myself up. I love that when I'm with her, sadness, pain and loneliness don't exist. I love that she gave me hope. I love that she gave me all of her heart and let me see the boundless love she has to give. I love that she doesn't know that I love her back.

She's in my thoughts and my dreams all the time and I need to tell her all I've written before I burst. She makes me want to fly; she makes it possible to fly. I'm finally able to tell her and hold nothing back. I ready to surrender my heart to her, but then, I've already done that. I'm ready to face my fears and hers. I'm prepared to take a chance and make a gambit because it's the only thing I can do to get something I realize I've wanted forever.

I realize that she loves me, but is just too scared to do anything because the pain lies heavy in her heart. I'm terrified at that, that she loves me, but I want it and need her love more than anything in the world. It's my sustenance. It's something that I've never had before, a person that loves me like she does, so pure and true and I just can't mess it up. I can't scare her away, because I'd die. She's the 'one' that you search for all your life just to find; she's the 'one' for me. I'm so deeply in love with her and I never want to let go. I just need to tell her that. I can't mess this up. I'm tired of being lonely.

But still, the best part is that she loves me.

She loves me! She loves ME! SHE LOVES ME! …Yeah…Rogue loves ME!

God, I'm such a moron. I just hope I won't choke when I tell her. Tonight, yeah, tonight. I just know that by telling her, I'll set us both free. So God help me, I'm telling her.

Until the next confession,

Remy LeBeau.

Not that anything else will ever be as big as a confession as what I'm about to tell Rogue.

Don't you just love the way this all gets woven together…lol.

Well, I'll be updating soon, so don't worry about that and I hope you enjoyed this super injection of fluff. I hope you liked it and that it wasn't totally pointless and stupid. And yes, there is a third chapter and I'm holding it hostage until I get a lot of reviews because I know you can all do much better. I'll be working on URX after this or at the same time that I finish chapter three of his fic.

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