Authors Note: This is an AU. None of them have their powers and (I'm not sure yet) but there is no such thing as the Xavier School.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. BANG!
I hate mornings. The sun is too bright and it always manages to sneak through that tiny crack in the curtains onto my face. The sunshine, combined with the now broken alarm clock, contributed to the start of a very bad morning.
It was a bad morning, in a bad week, in a bad month. Nothing had been going right for me recently. Nothing at all. Nothing, nothing, nothing. Most recently it had been my love life that had gone down the drain. Yesterday, my boyfriend, Bobby, of 6 months asked to meet me in the little café just across the street from my flat. I can still hear his voice echoing in my head, "I'm sorry Marie, but…it's just not working out." What does that phrase mean anyway, "it's just not working out." urrgh. I hate it when men use phrases like that. But that ones not the worst. The worst one is "Lets just be friends." That one is the worst. And every time I've used it on a guy, I've always felt really stupid, cause, I know we'll ever be able to stay friends.
RING RING
Urrgh, phone.
RING RING
Go away
RING RING
"Hel-"
"Marie, where the hell are you?" Shrieked the voice on the other end of the phone.
"Uh…Jean?" I said groggily.
"Yes of course its me. We are going shopping this morning. Where are you?"
Shit.
"Oh. Right. Ahm gonna have ta rain check Jeannie, ah got a blinding headache. Ya see, ah was out with Betsy, Kitty and em-…"
"Who?"
"no one."
"Where you out with Emma."
"No….yes."
"MARIE! How could you! You KNOW how much I hate her. She's a, she's a, a…"
"Slut."
"Yes a slut! Oh to hell with you Rogue!"
SLAM.
Oh well. She'll come round in a few days. Its not that I don't like Jean. I mean, I can understand why she doesn't like Emma. Something to do with Emma stealing Jean's husband. But Emma is so much fun to be around. Especially if your feeling like rubbish after your boyfriend has dumped you. She knows how to have a good time.
RING RING
Oh god, this better not be Jean again. Or even worse. Kitty.
RING RING
A hangover and Kitty's voice just don't go in the morning.
RING RING
"Hello?"
"Hi Marie."
…oh my god, "Eric…hi."
Eric. I cant believe its him. I mean we didn't exactly separate on good terms. What does he want? Maybe he wants to get back together. Maybe he's realised that he does actually love me and he's sorry for the way he treated me.
"I have something to ask you."
"Yes."
"I mean…god, this is really hard for me to say."
"Just say it Eric."
"Well…Marie…I, I, I,….I want to know if you would be willing to come to my wedding."
"….your…your…your wedding?"
"yes…I'm getting married."
"Oh…that's, that's wonderful Eric…of…of course ah'll come."
"Really?"
"Ah wouldn't miss it fer the world."
"Oh Marie. You have know idea how much this means to me. Thank you. I have to go. I'll send you an invitation. Bye."
"By-"
He's hung up.
WHY IS EVERYTHIBG GOING WRONG? Am I just repulsive to men? Is there something about me that makes them shy away from my touch? Is it my voice? Are my breasts not big enough? WHAT IS IT!
RING RING
"Hello sniff."
"Hiya luv." A Betsy. She always knows when to call."
"Oh luv you aren't crying over that arse Bobby are you? He's not worth it."
"Sniff I know."
"Oh luv, right. This is an emergency, I'll meet you across the road in 10 minutes. Ok?"
"ok."
Well, at least now I have something to look forward too. Betsy is my best friend. She always knows when I'm not feeling so good. It's like she's a telepath or something. What with her being a top model you wouldn't think she would have a lot of time for her friends, but she does. I slowly slump into my clothes. I'm careful not to look in the mirror cause if I do that, I'll never get out the flat. I'll go into my, "I'm-so-fat" Routine and then Betsy will have to come up and spend 2 hours trying to convince me that I'm not fat.
But as soon as I step into the café, I knew it was a mistake. All around were happy couples. Old couples, young couples, married couples, some with bouncing baby brats on their knees. It was disgusting. I seemed to be the only person their without some sort of partner. Well except from the guy at the table in front of me.
RING RING
I hadn't even thought I'd picked up my mobile this morning.
"I'm sorry luv I'm going to be a little late. The birdie wont let me out. WARREN FOR FUCK'S SAKE STOP THAT! I'm sorry luv, I'll be there as soon as I can."
Oh well, I can wait. I looked down at the guy in front of me.
In one word: wow.
He was extremely handsome. His shoulder length auburn hair rested lightly on his shoulders. His frame was muscular and his style was fantastic. He looked up at me, it was then I realised my jaw had dropped. I looked around desperately for a table where I could hide my red face. When he said, "Dis table will be free, I was jus' leaving. Have a seat."
I sat.
"I'm Remy LeBeau." he said holding his hand out for me to shake.
"Ahm Marie." I said quickly shaking his hand.
"Dats a pretty name. Yo' from Mississippi?"
"Yeah, and ya must be from Louisiana."
"Got it in one. So, meeting a friend?"
"Yeah, but she said she's gonna be a bit late. Its that boyfriend of her's Warren Worthington."
"The millionaire?"
"yeah."
"I've heard of him."
"Yeah, well he's a complete jerk, and he never lets ma friend out anywhere. He always thinks she's gonna have an affair or something. He gets really paranoid, its funny when ya watch them argue…sorry, I'm rambling."
I sound like an idiot. Oh come on Marie, think of something smart to say.
"Non, rambling is good. It keeps de brain working. If yo' don mind me sayin miss Marie, but it looks like you've been cryin'."
"I have."
Why did I tell him that?
"I know its none of my business but, why?"
"A guy."
"what did he do?"
"Dumped me."
"Why!"
Maybe I was right to tell this guy. He looked really concerned. Like…he couldn't believe a guy had dumped me. I could play on this.
"Oh it was awful. First he told me that he was seein' another women and then he told meh how ugly ah was..and he's rahgt!" I put on the water works. It was working.
"Oh petite." he said with his arm around me, "Yer not ugly at all. Why yo' must be one of de prettiest girls I've every seen. An' how dare he dump yo'. When yer such a nice person. Mon Dieu, I barely know you and even I know dat yo' be a real nice person. So if dis guy cant see it, den he's not worth it."
Oh my god. I was actually falling for him. This guy must have some sort of charm going for him, I was completely falling in love with him. He was perfect.
The man of my dreams.
"Oh Remy, that's so nahce of ya-."
"Well, dat was a complete disaster."
I looked up into the bright blue eyes of a tall blonde woman wearing a dark suit. She was slim, with and had perfect cheek bones. If she hadn't been wearing such a business like suit I would have said she was a model. She smiled at me and bent down and Kissed Remy.
Oh my God.
"Hello chere, was is dat bad?"
"Worse, dey jus won' agree t'anythin'. I'm jus' gonna have t'kill them." She laughed and smiled at me again.
"Oh, how rude of me. Chere dis is Marie, her boyfriend jus' dumped her. Marie dis is my wife, Belle."
"it's a pleasure t'meet yo' Marie."
It feels like she has just taken those perfectly manicured nails of hers and scrapped them along my heart.
"hi." I said feebly.
"Well, Marie I would love to stay and chat but me an' my husband-" there goes another scrape across my heart "have t'catch a train."
"Oh merde, so we do. Look Marie, here's my card. If yo' ever need t'talk or if yo' ever need someone t'beat up ol' boyfriends, don' hesitate t'call."
"I wont."
"Bye then, don forget what I said. Bye."
"Bye."
I watched them walk off. Hand in hand. Just as they walked out, Betsy walked in. She saw the look on my face came over and said, "Oh Marie, how are you feeling luv."
"I feel……..I feel like I've just met the man of my dreams, and then his beautiful wife."