Welcome to chapter four of Heart's Desires!
Ok I have been updating a lot more frequently since summer vacation started and I have a lot more time on my hands. I hope to fully finish 24 Hours very shortly and then begin my first parody, Anastasia. So Without further ado...
Disclaimer: I own Rogue's autograph! Along with Wolvie, Cyke, Storm, AND Captain America...but something tells me that isn't good enough for Mr. Stan Lee...
"Friends are like melons; shall I tell you why? To find one good you must one hundred try." -- Claude Mermet
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Rogue stared at Remy with a thunderstruck look. "Ah beg yo' pardon?" She asked with incredulity.
"Remy wanna go out witcha". He explained, his ears burning, to his horror, with embarrassment.
"Look here Gambit, Ah ain' in the mood ta put up with yo' crap right now, alright?" She glared and crossed her arms.
"Non, Remy serious." He stated calmly. "Remy liked y' fo' a long time. An' if y' ain' busy Remy'd like t' catch a movie ou somet'in'."
Rogue rubbed her temples. "Gambit, please, Ah ain' in the mood for this. Why don' ya go an' harass one o' the other gals? Ah'm sho' Tabby'd appreciate ya company."
He was taken aback by the biting tone of her voice. "Remy don' understand why yo' so upset." He murmured carefully.
"Ah just don' wanna deal with ya an' her pokin' fun cuz Ah can' control mah powers." She snapped. "Y'all know Ah can' even touch. What's the point in datin' anyhow?"
"Chère, dere mo' t' relationships den touchin'." Remy frowned, his voice strained.
"That's rich comin' from the likes o' ya." She snarled. "Ya always been able ta touch an' ya powers are controllable."
"Fo' all y' know, yo's are two." He grumbled, his temper slipping. "Yo' just too scared o' yo' pow'rs t' try Rogue."
He knew the moment he spoke that it had been the wrong thing to say. Her face was livid. "Ya know whah Ah'm afraid o' mah powahs, Gambit?" She hissed, getting right into his face. "It's cause Ah don' wanna hurt anyone. Anyone touches mah skin, they at bare minimum pass out! Ya can talk all high an' mighty about it but ya don' even have a damned clue what its like!"
"On'y cause y' don' talk bout it t' Remy." He snapped back.
She narrowed her eyes. "Look LeBeau, ya don' hafta put up with hearing ya victims pained an' confused voices in yo' head do ya? Ya don' hafta stay away from people to make sure ya don' kill 'em do ya? An' on top o that ya make me sick!" She spat.
"Quoi!" Remy scowled. "What'd Remy do now?"
"Fo' one thin' ya severely pissin' me off. An' Ah know ya type. Ya come an pretend ya interested in meh but really ya only wanna sleep with me, add ma name ta ya lil black book, which all things considered bout ya, it must be the size o' the NYC phone book, an' then move on to the next gal who makes the mistake o' crossin' yo' path." She glared as she gathered her breath. "Ya have the ability ta touch an' ya flaunt it so much ya can' even seem ta get through ya thick skull that Ah'd sell ma soul fo' jus' haffa what ya take so for granted." Tears of frustration welled in her eyes.
"So, den dat'd be a non den?" Remy frowned sadly.
"Of course its a no," Rogue sighed, "Why ya makin' this so hard? Ah don' wanna play this game, it'll only end in everybody involved gettin' hurt."
"Chère, Remy not tryin' t' hurt y'. Remy'd never wan' dat. Remy likes y' a whole lot, Chère...mebe Remy even ...loves y'. An' 'e jus' wanna spend some time wit' y' t' get t' know de real you."
Rogue's eyes widened and she jumped back a bit. "Yah didn' just say..."
"Oui, mais 'sde trut'. Remy known it fo' a while now..." He smiled shyly as his ears burned brighter.
She shocked him by shaking her head. "Ya don' love me. Ya can' love me. Ya barely know me. An' its better fo' me an' ya that it stays that way." She said weekly, in an almost pleading voice.
"Remy can' help it. Yo' special t' Remy." He said softly, unable to look her in the eye.
"Look LeBeau, ya need a reality check. We ain' even known each otha very long. An' we're completely different people an' ya really can' love me."
"Why not?" He asked sadly. "Why won' y' give Remy a chance?"
"It ain' ya...well maybe it is, I don't know." She pondered in confusion. "It's complicated an' mah powas won't let me be the girlfriend ya wan'." She mumbled sadly.
"Why y' sayin dat?" He asked, hurt at the suggestion.
"Ya need a gal who can cuddle an' kiss, Remy. An Ah ain' exacly gonna be able ta make out anytime soon." She blushed a little.
"Remy don' care." He said simply.
"What?" She looked up sharply.
"Remy don' care. Dat ain' what it be about. Yo' an interestin' gal an' Remy wanna git t' know y'."
Rogue sighed. "Ya make it sound so easy, but Ah don' think Ah want a relationship right now. Everythin's crazy enough without anythin' else on the list."
She gave him an apologetic smile that didn't erase his sad frown. She sighed, slightly exasperated and picked up a false tone. "Well, just let me think on it fo' a while, kay?"
He scanned his memory of what Tabitha had told him and came up short. She had been under the presumption that Rogue would not hesitate to say yes.
"Sho' t'in." He pasted a cheery smile on his face. He felt like a deflated balloon. "Sorry Remy bot'ered y'." He gave an ironic salute and then bowed slightly before turning abruptly to leave.
She was floored. She had not expected him to back off so quickly. What was with him, this was not part of the hard to get game, she always played. He had actually respected her wishes? As he walked out she stood there with a confused expression before slumping to her bed.
Back down in the dining room, Tabby sat moodily poking her pancakes around on her plate. He had gone ahead and not followed her plan, or even heard it. She'd spent a good part of last night thinking up the exact way that would work best and had planned it down to the expression on his face. Now she had wasted a night for nothing. And she needed her sleep too. She sighed and pushed her plate away and rested her head on her arms.
Storm came over and sat by her. "Is everything alright, Tabitha? Do you not like pancakes? I can make something else if you wish."
Tabby looked up and smiled. "The food's great Ms. Monroe. It's not that. I'm just tired and frustrated, that's all."
"Oh? What is troubling you child?"
"Its Gambit." She sighed.
Storm blinked in surprise. "Oh, well he certainly can be difficult at times, but I would encourage you not to become involved with him, it would most certainly spell trouble. And I'd daresay you have quite enough to worry about without-"
"Oh no! You misunderstand." Tabby flushed with embarrassment. "It's not like that. I was helping him ask Rogue out and he completely made a mess of my Rogue-proof plan. He's so...pig headed."
Ororo laughed. "Yes that he certainly is. And he is very intrigued with our young Rogue. So you are helping him along?"
"Trying to. But he's making it difficult." Tabby sighed again. She stared at the pancakes angrily as if it was their fault.
"Relax. And eat something. It'll help." She pushed the plate near the girl again.
"Thanks but no thanks Storm." Tabby shook her head. "Can't. I'm not that hungry."
"Don't be ridiculous, child." Storm smiled and placed a comforting hand on her back. "You really should eat."
"I know." Tabby sighed and groaned. "I know."
Storm smiled once again. "It'll turn out alright. You'll see. But for now, just worry about eating your breakfast before it gets too cold."
The blond nodded and picked up her fork as the older woman walked away. To Tabitha's side, a set of sleepy blue eyes peered curiously at her. She didn't seem to notice until Pietro spoke up.
"What-was-that-about?"
She emitted a squeak of surprise and jumped about a foot before turning to him. "Are you trying to give me a freaking heart attack!"
He sat up fully and smirked. "No."
"Then don't do that." She grumbled crossly. He sat up at the table and tilted his head to the side.
"Why-was-she-insisting-you-eat? That-doesn't-seem-like-a normal-request-from- Storm." He accused.
"Mind your own business!" She snapped testily.
"Hey-excuse-me-for-caring!" He snapped back.
"Don't get me started Pietro." She warned. "I'm not in a dealing-with-you mood right now." Her eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Fine." He crossed his arms and stood up. "See-if-I-care." He stomped off to go see if any food was left in the kitchen.
Tabitha groaned as he came back with a plate heaped high with food. "You cannot possibly eat that much food."
"High-metabolism." He shrugged. He sat back down beside her and winked. "Gotta-have-a-lot-of-energy-to-be-as-fast-as-I-am."
She blushed and fought a giggle. "Yeah, I'm so sure."
Then he proceeded to begin wolfing down his breakfast at breakneck speed.
"Uck, I'm gonna be sick watching that." Tabitha looked away, actually looking very nauseous.
"Sowwy" He murmured through his last mouthful a few moments later. She looked more than slightly revolted. He gulped down and smiled semi-apologetically. "Sorry."
She shook her head and rolled her eyes. "That was very gross."
"Can't-help-it." He shrugged. "That's-just-how-I-am."
"I'm gonna puke." She informed him and covered her mouth.
Pietro paled and backed up. "Boom Boom? You're-starting-to-scare-me..." He began panicking as she looked ready to live up to her promise. "Oh-come-on,-don't!" He scrambled out of his seat and grabbed her. He dragged her towards the bathroom using his super speed. She stumbled in and wretched into the sink without bothering to close the door. She looked so pathetic it hurt Pietro to watch. So he turned away. After a few moments, she turned on the sink and washed up. She grimaced and brushed her teeth furiously. She stepped out and smiled apologetically.
"Sorry...Bleck that was gross."
"You're-telling-me?" He tried to joke. But the part of his heart he had been previously unaware of went out to how miserable she looked.
"I told her I didn't want to eat." She tried explaining.
"No-I-shouldn't-have-scarfed-my-breakfast-like-a-starved-animal." He apologized gently, unable to convince himself it wasn't his fault.
She sighed and smiled sadly. "As much as I would love to blame this on you, I can't." She looked away. "Really this one's not on you." Her eyes gained a glazed far away look. She shook herself back to reality enough to smile ruefully. "Thanks. For getting me over here." She turned to go head up to her room.
"Where-do-you-think-you're-going!" Pietro cut her off.
"Up to my room to sleep?" She tried hopefully to step around him.
"I-don't-think-so. You're-sick!" He accused. "You-need-to-see-McCoy."
"No I don't." She argued. "Look its not contagious or anything, so don't worry about it. Besides, there's nothing the doc can do about it."
"Bull." Pietro snapped. "Somethin's-wrong."
"I'll be fine after I just rest for a little!" She growled. She rudely pushed past him. "Leave me alone!" She stormed off but didn't get terribly far.
He grabbed her by the right arm. "No-you-can't-just-pretend-you're-fine! We-both-know-you-aren't!"
She turned to face him, a furious fire in her blue eyes. "Let me go Pietro."
He refused and gently tried to lead her in the direction of the med lab. She stopped short and snapped at him. "I mean it!"
He ignored her and continued. He thought he had her helpless. But he was wrong. Tabitha was left handed. And it was with that hand that she dealt him a sharp slap across the face.
He swore and released her to bring his hand to his face. Their eyes met, both quivering with fury.
"What-the-Hell's-your-major-maladjustment?" He glowered as he felt a warm sticky liquid greet his fingers. Her nails had nicked his cheek and he didn't know which stung more; the tiny cuts, the slap itself, his pride on having been slapped by a girl, or his conscience about having upset her so bad that she had to.
"Just leave me alone!" Her eyes had filled with angry tears. "Don't touch me! And mind your own damn business!" She turned and dashed away before he could respond.
He stood for a moment in the hallway, bewildered, until a drop of warm thick liquid blood slid down his cheek like a tear. Then he determined that he needed to see the doctor himself.
In the med bay, Mr. McCoy was playing solitaire on his computer in the lab. He barely heard Pietro enter and jumped considerably when he cleared his throat to announce his presence.
"Oh my stars and Garters! You mustn't do that!" He took a deep breath.
"Yeah, yeah, so-I've-been-told." Pietro smirked sardonically.
"What can I do for you this morning, young Mr. Maximoff?" McCoy asked gently as he closed out his game and turned to face the young mutant.
Instantly his face fell. "Gracious, what on earth happened to you?" His eyes remained fixed on the bleeding nicks on the boy's face.
Pietro shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Got-inta-a-fight-with-Logan's-psycho-clone?" He tried innocently.
"I shall have to speak to that girl." Hank shook his head. "She's done nothing but cause fights and injury since she got here."
"Wait, no-its-not-her." Pietro admitted. "Actually-this-is-from-Boom Boom." He grinned sheepishly.
"Is that so? How on earth did that happen?" Beast asked pleasantly.
"Well-we-were-eating-breakfast-and-then-she-looked-really-sick-so-I-dragged-her-to-the-the-bathroom-and-she-threw-up. So-I-told-her-that-she-needed-to-come-see-you-but-she-refused-so-I-tried-to-make-her-and-she-smacked-me-and-boy-are-her-nails-long!"
The fuzzy mutant allowed that to sink in for a moment then smiled ruefully. "Ah yes, she does have quite a temper doesn't she?" He shook his head and loped over to the medicine cabinet and returned with gauze, hydrogen peroxide, and a box of bandages. "Well, we'd better clean that cut out so infection doesn't set in. If you don't mind," the doctor gestured to the examination table.
Pietro awkwardly climbed up and sat on it, feeling vaguely like a small child, awaiting something unpleasant.
"This may sting a bit." The doctor warned, wetting a gauze pad with the hydrogen peroxide.
Pietro gave him an insolent look. Yet he jumped at the sting of the cold liquid against his face. "OW!" He pulled away scowling like a perturbed six year old.
"I did, in fact, warn you." McCoy chuckled jubilantly and thoroughly cleaned the cut.
"I-hate-you." Pietro glowered.
The doctor finished with no indications of hearing the mutant teen. "There now, that wasn't so terrible was it?" He did not bother to look at the scathing expression on Pietro's face. "I'm afraid we are running short on bandages." He apologized. "Jamie, Bobby, and Lorna were the ones who picked what we have, and there isn't much variety. I regrettably only have Barbie, My Little Pony, Power Rangers, and dinosaurs to offer."
Pietro blinked in revulsion. None of them was his ideal choice to wear in display in public let alone on his face. He shuddered at how ridiculous he would look and decided that Power Rangers wouldn't be awful.
"Oh my mistake." Beast peered into the box. "We're out of the Power Ranger ones." His eyes sparkled with mirth. "And I would presume that you would not like a Barbie or Pony across your visage."
Pietro sighed and nodded. Which left multicolored dines. He told the doctor to randomly pick one since he didn't care. The end result was a bright blue dinosaur with orange spines and purple spots on a lime green bandage across the side of his face.
"Thanks." Pietro mumbled in resign. "Hey-Doc, can-you-help-the-mentally-ill?"
The doctor raised an eyebrow. "Oh, has the stress of this world's daily occurrences been weighing too heavily upon you as well?"
"No! Well, yes, but-that's-not-why-I'm-asking. It's-Boom-Boom. I-think- something-is-wrong-with-her. In-the-few-minutes-I-was-with-her, her-emotions-were- everywhere. Is-she-bipolar-or-manic-depressive-or-something?"
"Mr. Maximoff, I assure you that while she is not, if she were it would not be my place to tell you that. Doctor-patient confidentiality, you know."
"So-then-do-you-know-what's-up-with-her?" He asked trying to hide the curiosity in his voice. "Cause, if-she-does-have-a-problem, I-don't-think-she-should-be-allowed-to-wander-the-halls-and-hit-whoever-she-pleases."
The blue mutant stiffened, indicating that he did know what was wrong. "I am sorry, but it is not for me to tell. Good day."
"That's-what-everyone's-saying!" Pietro groaned. "Does-it-have-somethin'-to-do-with-whatever-Guthrie-and-those-other-goons-did-to-her?"
The doctor froze in the process of starting a game of minesweeper.
"It-does-doesn't-it?" Pietro smirked, knowing he now had a partial clue. "That's- why-she's-been-acting-so-weird, isn't-it?"
"I'm afraid I cannot tell you what you want to know." The doctor informed him briskly. "This matter does not concern you or anybody else, at the moment. Ms. Smith wishes it to stay as her own personal matter."
He turned his back to the young speedster who walked out of the infirmary shaking his head.
Figuring that maybe he ought to go talk to Tabitha herself and maybe even step out of character completely and perhaps apologize to the blond. He figured that he would at least figure out why everyone was treating her so fragile and why Guthrie and the other two goons were being such imbeciles.
With a careful glance around he sped up to the girls dormitories. He cursed under his breath upon finding a lock on the door he wanted to enter. So he decided to play along and knocked.
"Go away." Tabitha's muffled voice called from behind it.
Pietro rolled his eyes and pulled a paper clip out of his pocket. He bent it and tried to pick the lock. To his immediate surprise a mild shock raced up his arm. He stared dumbly at it for a moment.
"I'm not stupid you know!" Tabitha called. "I pick locks myself! You think I'd let anyone pick mine? Hah!"
Pietro's eyes narrowed and he kicked her door in frustration. "Tabitha! Let-me-in!" He whined.
"Oh its you!" She growled. "Get lost Pietro! Go ruin somebody else's life, why don't you?"
He growled and stomped off, very frustrated. He was not used to anybody turning him down for anything, least of all girls. And to add insult to injury, he was actually being civil out of sincerity and not merely a desire to sleep with her. All in all this left him confused and mildly irritated with Tabitha. Had she not, just last night, been extremely close to kissing him? Why hadn't she gotten all snippy then?
He decided to go resign to his room, well the room he shared with Toad, and Blob, at the very least. Toad was probably still snoring and Fred was probably still chowing down in the dining room, so at least he'd have some alone time. Maybe if he started at his ceiling long enough the answers to his questions would find him. Or maybe he'd figure out the meaning of life, which at this point seemed easier to understand.
As he passed through the corridor he heard several heated voices. His curiosity got the better of him as he realized that the 3 hostile voices were coming from The room labeled Raymond Crisp, Roberto DaCosta, and Samuel Guthrie. He hovered near the door trying to catch what they were saying.
"How long you think it'll be 'til LeBeau finds out her little secret and dumps her?"
"Ah bet he won' care. Ah mean, he ain' exactly much better'n she is, is he?" Sam's Kentucky drawl had an icy tone to it.
"Nah, he's probably been with more people than she's ever even met." Roberto's lightly accented voice snickered.
Pietro frowned. They were talking about Gambit and a girl. The only girl he could think of in conjunction with him was Rogue, for even though she heavily denied all attraction, she never was that great at lying.
"Well, I'm sure Gambit has more skeletons in his closet than could fit in a haunted house but it isn't like his new little whore's any better." Ray laughed bitterly.
A red hot anger swept through his stomach. How could they refer to Rogue-or any girl like that! Well, he could see the exception in several of the girls he'd dated but still! Rogue was his friend, well sorta. And he'd known her for a while. She definitely wasn't what they were calling her!
"Ah know." Sam agreed. "Like how she leads people on an' all. An' all her lies'll keep mountin'. It's 'bout time that one fahnally caught up with her."
"Yeah." Roberto's voice was cruel. "It's no less than she deserves. Is it too much to hope that Xavier and them will just toss her out?"
"Yes." Ray scowled. "Xavier already knows. She went to Storm first and then told Xavier and Wolverine."
"Don' remahnd meh..." Sam groaned and closed his eyes. "We'll all have late naht danger room sims foreva. Ah thought Logan was gonna kill us. Ah ain' neva seen somebody so pissed off!"
"Don't know why the Hell he's so mad at us." Roberto skulked. "I mean yeah, we got mad at her, but who wouldn't?"
The two others agreed. Then Sam piped up. "Do ya think it's really true, though? Ah mean, is ona us?.." He let the question hang and neither of his roommates said anything.
Pietro's curiousity was aching him to barge in and ask for clarification. But he felt they'd definitely be less than cooperative, so he remained outside.
"Man, Sam, don't even think that way." Ray grumbled tightly. "She's a no good lying sneak, and don't you forget it."
"Ah know, it's just...Ah don' feel right. What if she was tellin' the truth?" Sam's voice was laced with regret.
"How could she be? She lied about everything else, didn't she?" Roberto sounded agitated, as if they'd been over this a hundred times before.
"Ah know, but Ah'll feel awful if'n she wasn' lyin' this time." Sam sighed.
"Look don't even worry." Ray reassured him. "If it is true, well she was with a billion guys. There's no way to point fingers."
"Not true. These days-"
"Shut up!" Ray scolded and jumped up. He strode over to the door and threw it open with a scowl. "What do YOU want, Maximoff!"
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Well that's a wrap for this chapter. I know that nobody's thrilled with the whole cliffhanger thing but that's just how it works out, I guess. Don't worry, I know Rogue pretty much turned Remy down but remember she is kinda suspicious that its a joke. Next chapter Romyness will make a comeback. And as for what happened to Tabby, well I think there were enough hints to string it together. And before anyone tries assassinating the authoress here, I'll have you know I'm working off a story line from the comics...at least I think. I saw it along time ago and now I can't find the page I saw it on. So the result is I only know who it involved and the basics of what happened but I'm taking it into my own hands. If you know the story, then you also know that I just threw Ray in because I could. Alright so yes, now you have my full and complete permission and encouragement to review!
BTW, I have a semi complete list of what I'll be doing on my profile page. If you're interested, check it out...
Dis Chick Digs De Fuzzy Dude-Yeah I do pity them, but Remy's so adorable when he's clueless. And the way I see it, he's always been big on the one night stand department and making girls come to him, so I imagine he'd be pretty clueless when his usual tactics don't work and HE's the one begging for commitment. Yes I share your opinion on Hilary Duff, she is all that and more...Thanks for the parody ideas I'll definitely be doing most of them. Wow I would laugh myself stupid to see Pyro as a lawyer...Anywho thanks for the review! HEY I RHYMED!
Sweety8587-That would have been a good idea but didn't work out for now. Maybe later though, sound okay? Glad you liked it, thank you for reviewing.
enchantedlight-Glad you liked it, thanks for reviewing.
silverbells-Yeah I realized my mistake when I made this a continuing story. As a oneshot it worked all fine and dandy. Well it is crowded, but lets just say the residents who've been there longer don't have to share so much, does that work? Uck I am so glad school's out for the summer vacation. I will definitely be doing Sweet Home Alabama second on the list of parodies and things to start, I love the idea of it.
Rogue gaL- Aw thanks for the compliments! Yep I fully understand what you mean. Hope you like the chapter, and don't worry there will be loads of Romyness upcoming, but as you said, she isn't entirely sure of her own feelings yet. Thanks for reviewing!
therussieringleader- Ok Grease is on the plan but I don't know when, as I need to find a script for it, or a copy online to work with. Anastasia's up first and testing the waters of my parodying ability. Yeah I can fully understand working a job with psycho hours. I baby-sit and am on call whenever. Also I have to balance working at the dog pound and doing my grandmother's yard work in the mix two, not to mention I'm the shoulder for all my friends (and even a few people I barely know) to use as a makeshift psychologist whenever something goes wrong. And I'm a student so there's chaotic hours to start with, I guess.
zahraa-I'm glad you liked it so much. Forget about it, me! Never happenin'. Thanks for the review!
chicita-LOL Glad you liked it, thanks for reviewing.
MagCat-Don't worry, all will be explained in due time. Have you begun to figure it out yet? Well next chapter's a tell all...or at least tell a lot...Thank you for reviewing!
thegambit23-Ok maybe it was a cruel ending...thank you for reviewing!
Crazed Fuzzle- First off I absolutely adore your name. I call my cat my fuzzle. Second thank you for all of your praise. I think Tabby's a much deeper character than most people give her credit for. I think its about time somebody gives her the spotlight she deserves. Thanks for reviewing.
ishandahalf- Yeah, so I've been told. And yeah, I figure Rogue as the suspicious type. And do you honestly blame her? Yup Belle's stuck in his head, but it isn't his fault, I mean he was supposed to spend forever with that...evil blond...thing. I'd get a bit cranky too, personally. Oh she'll be appearing and it'll shock everyone's socks off if I play my cards right. Yeah a sad Remy's sad but it'll play the two of them like putty into my hands. And that's what I need. Thanks for reviewing!
Rogue14- I'm glad you love it so much. Uck exams bite, don't they? Thanks for reviewing!
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howlerdrode-My my it does seem that way, doesn't it? Yeah Funny things like that can happen, especially to someone who plays with love all the time and thinks they understand it and are manipulating it until they fall prey to the most severe of it's symptoms. Yah but honestly, can he be blamed? I mean that kinda thing would be pretty damaging to anyone, wouldn't it? Glad to hear you don't think this one's overly sweet and yep BID's up for next update again. Thanks for reviewing!
Rogue14- K, thanks
Cat2fat900- Well you should be able to guess part of it, now but I can picture him getting upset. It happened in the comics and things got mean. Well next chapter all will be revealed. Thanks for the review!
Romy4ever!- I agree with what your name says, and thanks for the tip. I changed my profile, thanks for reviewin!
NaijaStrawberrie- Glad you like it, thanks for reviewing!
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FluidDegree- I know it was an evil ending but have faith for I have updated. Thanks for reviewing!
EE's Skysong- Eh it's ok. Dumb song lyric thing. That really bothers me but I guess I'll survive. Don't we all have times where we don't review what we read? LOL yea I liked that part too, thanks for reviewing!
el diablo- Well, you should have a few basic hints, but next chapter is the revealer as to what happened. LOL sure, I'll take two votes. Anastasia's up first (I'm currently writing the script) and I have every plan of getting to Grease...eventually. Thanks for reviewing
July 5, 2005