Hello!
Long time, no update, one excuse….A-level exams!
I know they are supposed to be hard but come on! Two essays, one listening, one translation and one writing exam to be done in three hours! In French! Yeah, I failed!
So….how have you all been? Anyone else going through the trauma that is A-levels?
This chapter may be short…psychology exam this afternoon…have I revised? Nope!
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Chicita: Thanks for your review and the great idea! I've used it i hope you don't mind. I have a bad case of writers block at the moment and i remembered this idea. The 'stuck in a room plot' is dedicated to you in this story!
Rogue gal: Thanks for your review, I sort of get what you said. He's spying on Rogue to find out information about her which will help him with the challenge. I think he like likes her but he doesnt realise yet if you get what i mean. lol!
Kyo-Kitty: Thanks for reviews. I can't belive they took another of your song-fics off! Injustice! Thanks for the 'good luck' sentiment-i really need it ! lol.
Disclaimer: I wonder what this means? One minute…must find my trusty English dictionary. Oh, look at that! It means I do not own anything remotely recognisable that you notice in this story. Ok then!
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Chapter 5
"O.k.….den time is two minutes since Remy last checked an' Rogue, she still be reading de same book." Remy placed his pocket Dictaphone back in…well, his pocket. He had been watching Rogue for the past hour; if he was going to win this game then he had to know the opposition's weakness. Rogue was still reading her poetry book.
"Maybe dat's it! Remy will send her a poetry book and boom! She is mine!"
Quite happy with his little plan Remy got up off the floor behind his hiding place and crept silently towards the door. Rogue never even noticed.
Soon, Remy had made his way to the mall and found himself staring blankly at a shelf containing over 100 different poetry books.
"Mon Dieu! How's a guy suppose to choose?"
"Well, I'd start off by looking at your favourite poet." Remy swung round to find a shop assistant staring up at him.
"Uh…ok, mais, Remy doesn't know who her favourite poet is?"
"Oh, you're shopping for someone else! Ok, who does Remy usually read?"
"Remy usually read play…oh! You think Remy be…never mind. Uh…Edgar Allan something or other."
"Ah, I see. Well, we have only one volume containing his poems in stock this week. We have some that contain similar styles however. You may want to try those."
"Ok, merci."
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Rogue was still sitting in the library when Remy arrived back home to the mansion. Remy tip toed into the huge room as silently as he had managed to creep out and walked over to the engrossed southern spitfire.
"Hello cherie!"
"Hello idiot!"
"Now dat's not very nice is it? After Remy just gone through de trouble of buying chere a present!"
That caught her attention. No girl can resist presents and Remy knew it.
"Present?"
"Oui chere a present!"
"Why?"
"Why?"
"Why"
"Because….Remy shouldn't have to have a reason for buyin' his chere a present."
"Well, ah'm not your chere so ah guess it doesn't matter huh?"
Rogue got up and tried to move around the Cajun in her path.
"Non! Wait a minute! Remy really did buy you something. Here!"
Remy thrust the book, still in its plastic wrapping into Rogues stomach causing her to fall back into her chair.
She unwrapped the package to reveal a thick, hardback copy of "The greatest Poems of our life"
"What's dis for Cajun?"
"Remy noticed you like poetry."
"An' how did you notice this?"
"Abort Abort! She knows! Get out of dere!"
"Uh…Remy thinks he hears de Wolverine callin' him chere….got to go!"
Remy ran towards the door with Rogue following him, determined to find out how he had found out her love of poetry.
Slam! Remy ran straight into the heavy wooden doors of the library.
"Ow! Could have been worse though…Remy ran into the glass doors yesterday."
He was flipped over so he lay on his back, an angry Rogue stood over him.
"I take that back…thin' s can't be worse den dey are now!"
"Heh, hello again petite!"
"Don't hello me Remy! You were spying on me weren't you?"
"Non! Remy prefer it to be called supervised study."
"Neither of us was studying and we aren't supervised Swamp Rat!"
"Remy was studying the habits of southern women an…he was supervisin' him self!"
Rogue sighed, exasperated by Remy's skill for having an answer for everything. She stepped over the heap of Cajun at her feet and pulled the doors open.
Well, at least that is what she tried to do. The door would not budge.
"Gambit! What have you done?"
"Don' know what you mean chere!"
"The door won't open, what have you done?"
"Nothin' the door was working fine when Remy came in!"
"Well it's not now! Wait, what time is it?"
Remy looked over to the clock above Rogues head.
"C'est nine O'clock chere."
"What! The library closes at 8, they've locked us in!"
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Another short chapter I am afraid!Thank Chicita everybody...you wouldn't have the next two chapters without the idea she supplied! I am suffering form Writers block at the moment.
Review please, I really need feedback and ideas or this story will not be going anywhere!
Guarded Secrets.