A/N: Yet again a late update, but I'm trying desperately to get these last chapters out ASAP

A Giddy Goth and Horny Hooligan

That week Rogue actually studied her French and by Friday had a passing grade on a test. She ran out to her locker waving around the paper marked with a seventy two percent as if it were a gold medal.

"Are you, like, actually proud of that grade?" Kitty asked. She would've killed herself if she ever got such a grade.

Rogue smirked at the A student. "Very,"

"I'm guessing you got help from you're boyfriend." Teased Kitty. Rogue rolled her eyes and decided it would take less energy to let it pass.

"Yup." She said before she waltzed out of Bayville High. Were she not the dark angry Goth that she was she would have skipped. Who'd a thought that dumb-ass Swamprat could've talk meh anything. Almost on cue the tall, dark and handsome 'swamprat' strolled up the sidewalk.

"Bon Jour" He greeted the giddy Goth.

"Bon jour." Said Rogue attempted at a French accent before she shoved her test in his face.

"A 72" He said with a smirk.

"That's passing." She pointed out.

"Oui, and y' deserve a reward."

"An embarrassing photo of you?" Asked Rogue excitedly. "Possibly dressed up lihke Madonna, complete with cone bra?"

Remy sighed. "Sorry, Petit, yah'll just have to wait till you get a B for that, though Ah think yah'll survive with these." He said pulling two tickets from his pocket. Rogue snatched them from his hand.

"Are yah serious?" She asked staring at the tickets with delight. This day just keeps getting betteh and betteh.

"One of those is mine." Said Remy taking one of the tickets from Rogue's grasp and tucking securely back in his pocket.

Rogue smirked. "Since when do yah lihke the Dresden Dolls?"

"Have yah seen the length of the singer's skirts?"

"Perv." Muttered Rogue.

"Oui." Said Remy proudly.

The truth was that Remy really didn't care for the Dresden Dolls (the singer's wardrobe was just a perk), he'd bought the tickets a week ago because he knew they were Rogue's thing: they were a dark cabaret group with a cult following and weird make-up, how more Rogue could you get? But since the whole 'just friends' thing he couldn't be randomly giving her gifts.

"Can yah go tonight?" He asked.

"Hmm." Thought Rogue. "Gotta think of a good lie."

xXx

That night Rogue sat on her bed, all dressed up as one should be for a Dresden Doll's show: leather skirt, fishnets, black top and lots of eye make-up. But she couldn't for the life of her think of a good lie.

Hmmm. They wouldn't believe she was going to the library at ten at night on a Friday, she couldn't say she was going out with friends since that would set off a million other questions. Psh, lihke they'd actually believe Ah have friends. She thought bitterly.

A second later three girls burst into the room laughing and giggling. Rogue was about to scream some obscenity at them when she noticed their attire.

Jean wore a flowing green dress and her hair was pulled up in a fancy bun, her arm was around Amara who was dressed in a similar red dress, and Kitty was dressed in the strapless blue dress Rogue had recommended.

Rogue had completely forgotten about the Semi, but was now thanking its existence.

"C'mon, we're gonna be late." Whined Amara.

"Okay, okay" Said Kitty shoveling things into her purse. "Bye Rogue!" She yelled as she and the two other girls ran out of the room. Rogue smirked and followed them down the hallway and down the stairs.

Jean, Amara, and Kitty jetted out the front door, still laughing and giggling.

"Where are you going?" Rogue heard a deep voice ask as she was about to follow the other girls out.

"Semi," Said Rogue. Logan stared at her blankly from his seat in the living room.

"Dressed like that?" He asked skeptically. She was not the type of girl he'd see racing off to a dance at school, at least she was nothing like the other three girls who'd just ran out the door.

"What'd you expect? Pink?" Rogue asked smirking.

Logan sighed. "Be back by midnight." He would've questioned her further but he wasn't going to be the one to stop her doing something social.

Rogue smiled widely and ran out the door. She felt guilty but this was the Dresden Dolls! And you know Remy, but that really wasn't the main attraction, he would just happen to be there… with her.

xXx

She walked up to the club and spotted Remy by the door. He had the whole shady look down. Sunglasses on at ten o'clock at night, trench coat, cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

"Yah look like a crack whore." He commented as looked her up and down.

"Why, thank you." Said Rogue with a smirk.

The club was already near full when they walked in. They were immediately crammed up against each other. But of course Rogue had remembered to wear long sleeves and gloves, the proper mosh pit wear given her mutation.

"Ah wanna try and get closer." Yelled Rogue to the Cajun over the crowd.

"Kay, want anyt'ing to drink?" He yelled back as he started squeezing through the crowd towards the bar.

"Coke,"

Remy rolled his eyes at her request but continued on his was to the bar. Rogue found it difficult to squeeze her way to the front without coming dangerously close to people and settled for a spot close enough to the stage that she'd probably go deaf from the speakers, far enough that Remy wouldn't be able to see up the singer's skirt.

Rogue sighed. Why did she care if he stared at another woman?

Remy found her quickly in the crowd and handed her a glass full of a brown liquid that was clearly not coke.

"What the hell is this?" Rogue asked staring at the substance.

"Just drink." Ordered the Cajun before taking a gulp from his beer.

"You got meh boose." Said Rogue after further inspection of her drink.

"Dis is a bar, petit."

"And Ah'm eighteen."

Remy laughed. "Yah really tellin' Remy ya've never drank before?"

Rogue sighed. "Yah're a bad influence yah know." She muttered before she took a sip of her drink. A second later she spit it out all over Remy. "uhh! What's in this!"

"Scotch." Said the Cajun with the smirk. Rogue frowned and dumped the rest out on Remy's shoes. Remy had gotten it for Rogue knowing that she wouldn't like it and her reaction only brought him more amusement.

"Coke, now!" Ordered the Goth pointing her finger. Remy pouted and turned on his toes back to the bar.

When there wasn't a quick return from the Cajun Rogue glanced back at the bar. Of Course She thought as she spotted him leaned over the counter charming the female bar tender. For some reason the woman annoyed her. Her hair looked like she'd been bathing in bleach and her chest screamed boob-job. Why does Remy lihke bimbos lihke that? And how can he just ditch meh to sit their and spit out pick up lihnes?

Rogue glanced at her watch. The show was about to start. She made her way over to the bar.

"Yah're eyes are incredibly blue." She heard the Cajun say in his husky voice. The girl giggled and looked down at her feet. Her cheeks were as red as Remy's eyes. Rogue wondered how loud she'd scream if she saw those eyes.

"Really, though, they're extremely blue." Continued Remy with his flattery.

"Can Ah have a coke?" Rogue butted in. Remy looked over at her.

"Bon Jour, petit."

Rogue glanced over at the Cajun only giving him recognition before she took her coke and walked away.

Remy sat confused for a second; he could tell she was mad at him, but why? He turned to the blonde behind the bar.

"Hold on, Remy'll be rihght back, Chere."

The 'chere' pierced Rogue ears as she walked away and only elevated her level of annoyance. She sighed when she heard familiar footsteps behind her. A hand grasped her arm and spun her around.

"What's up, petit?" Remy asked. Remy was seriously hoping she was PMSing or bipolarity because he hated being in the doghouse with Rogue.

Rogue could tell that he was genuinely clueless. The lights dimmed and the crowd cheered as the band took the stage.

"Nothing" She lied.

xXx

The show would've been enjoyable if she hadn't spent the whole time trying to figure out why she was so mad at Remy. She got out of there as quick as she could, gave her favorite Cajun the usual half sarcastic, half serious hostile remark and made her way home.

And of course that day just kept getting better and better.

When she walked into her room in the X-mansion she found Kitty curled up in her bed sobbing. She sighed and kicked of her boots. Time for girl talk. To bad Ah don't have any candy that usually does the trick and she'll spare me the whole 'I'm like sooo fat' rant.

Rogue walked over to the bed and sat next to Kitty.

"What's up Kit?" She asked sympathetically.

"Josh like.." Kitty attempted a sentence in a shaky voice but it fell apart.

Of Course. Thought Rogue. Its always boys with her. "Josh what?"

Kitty sat up and tried her hardest to hold back the mounting tears. "I don't know." She said finally. "I thought we were going out like, steady. But at the dance he was with all these other girls… and… I just feel like.. like.."

"Lihke he's ignoring you?" Rogue asked.

"Yeah." Said Kitty before the damn broke and tears came rushing down yet again. "I don't know why I'm crying, I just thought he liked me."

Rogue sighed. "He does, just let him know that it bothers you." Said Rogue. It was probably hypocritical of her to give out advice like that bt they were words that Kitty needed to hear.

xXx

Remy had held his breathe most of the show, being an inch away from Rogue and all. He would've offered to walk her home but she practically ran out of the club and didn't seem to amused by his remarks. He knew when not to push her buttons, even if she set him up perfectly for a dirty joke.

He hung around the bar after the show and continued to pursue the bartender; after all he needed some outlet for his sexual frustration.