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I heard this song and I wrote a story to it. It's a one-shot. I'm still writing 1Heart, 1 Spirit, 1 Love so don't worry.
Let me be patient let me be kind
Make me unselfish without being blind
Though I may suffer I'll envy it not
And endure what comes
Cause he's all that I got and
tell him...
Tell him I need him
Tell him I love him
And it'll be alright
Now I may have faith to make mountains fall
But if I lack love then I am nothin' at all
I can give away everything I possess
But left without love then I have no happiness
I know I'm imperfect
& not without sin
But now that I'm older all childish things end
and tell him...
Tell him I need him
Tell him I love him
And it'll be alright
"Tell him" by Lauryn Hill
TELL HIM
I can't believe I'm doing this! I don't even know what brought me here. I don't like him. In fact, I can't stand him! But yet I'm still here; currently hiding behind this pillar in the church foyer watching the bridal party march through the church doors. I see the bride. She seems happy. She is pretty. If he likes blonds that's none of my concern. She's dressed up in her gorgeous white gown awaiting her turn to walk down the aisle and take the man's hand in marriage that I… um… care about? I think. That's why I'm here right? To save the man I… care about from making the biggest mistake in his life. Or something like that. I can't truly decide. I mean it's not like we ever dated… actually we weren't much friends either. Then again he sure wanted us to be something. All those advances… Oh what am I saying? This is crazy! It's not worth it for me to be here.
I really do want to turn around and leave but my feet won't let me. Instead I just stand here and drive myself insane with one reason to stay and a thousand reasons to go.
Damn it! Now they are playing that stupid bridal march song. I feel like I'm going to hurl. The bride begins to walk down the aisle and the door closes behind her. I start to make my way to the door and then hesitate. What if he doesn't want me here? What if he actually does love this girl? I turn back to the doors leading outside. It's the safest way out of this mess. What good would it do if we had a relationship, anyway? He can't touch me. He's a male whore and those kinds of guys need touch to feel satisfied. If we were together he would probably cheat on me every chance he gets.
I walk towards outside and then stop. He never did mind my skin. He basically was the only one in the mansion that didn't seem fearful of my mutation. Besides, if he didn't want me he would have gotten bored with chancing behind me a long time ago.
I turn back to the doors leading to the church. I hate him for making me like this. I'm supposed to be a clear headed woman, never edgy or flustered. Somehow he does this weird thing to me and I can't think straight. I never let people have this affect on me. Why can't I control myself when it comes to him?
Flashback…
It had been a nice dinner at the Xavier Mansion. The younger students didn't throw as much food, Logan actual told me that I did a nice job in the Danger Room session, and it wasn't Kitty's turn to cook that night. But the best part of dinner was the mere fact that Remy LeBeau wasn't there! The peace from his constantly annoying nature was nothing less than a miracle. I didn't know where he was that night and personally I didn't care. He could stay wherever he was forever!
Even though it was my turn to load the dishwasher that night I didn't mind. I was in a rare happy mood that was resilient to anything. That is until I felt a presence standing over me so close I could feel the warmth of his breath on the back of my neck.
"Go away, Cajun!" I knew who it was without looking. It was kind of a new power I acquired when he moved in. My Cajun radar was going off like crazy. So much for a peace of mind…
"Dat be why Remy came t' see y' chere." Remy tells me leaning up against the counter to face me, "Remy's leaving t'night."
Now he has my attention, kind of. I don't look up at him though. If I keep myself busy it will probably make him go away faster. I do wonder why he's leaving but I won't ask him. I will never give him the satisfaction of knowing that I actually care. "Good." I say nonchalantly.
"Chere! Y' wound moi." Remy says putting his hands to his heart and faking a shocked facial expression.
Who is he kidding! It will take more than my indifferent attitude to hurt his ultra ego. "If yah don't leave meh alone yah will be wounded much much more!"
That's when he does that thing I hate with every part my being; that stupid ridiculous lopsided smile. Does he think it's cute or something? I just insulted him and he's smirking at me. Maybe he gets excited every time I snap at him. If that's the case than he's crazier than I thought.
"I'm getting married, chere." He annouces.
That causes my head to snap up to him. Without realizing it I dropped the glass that was in my hand and it shatters on the floor. I don't know if it was him speaking in first person finally or the other thing he said that got me all flustered.
"What?" I squeak. Let me just pause for a minute. When I say squeak I mean I tried to talk and instead a high pitch sound came out. I made this pact with myself, when I was younger, to let myself calm down during shocking situations before speaking. That way I don't sound like I'm retarded. However, that all went straight to hell the moment I met Remy LeBeau. He has me squeaking all the time. The bastard!
"Y' heard, Remy. He be getting married." He says as his smile grows wider.
"Yer kidding, rahght?"
"Non."
"Why the hell yah nevah said anytahng before?" I ask eyeing him suspiciously. I had a feeling he was trying to get me to say 'I love you' again. It's this game that he always plays with me. Tricking me into saying or doing whatever he wanted without knowing. Why would I love him if I can't stand his guts! Not in your life, bub. Oh no, now I'm starting to think like Logan. I need to stop hanging out with these guys. They are having negative affects on me.
"Neva t'ought it be important." He just shrugs. That's interesting. If I'm correct, I could be going on a hunch here, but usually people are more excited about these things.
"How long have yah been engaged?"
"Ten years."
"What the hell!" I think that expression is eternally engraved in all of our conversations. "Who gets engaged fah ten years?"
"Moi."
"Yah fell in love when yah were twelve or somethang?"
"Non, it was arranged."
"And yer okay with it?"
"Doesn't matter. It's arranged."
"So yer just going to go?"
"Oui, unless…"
"Unless what?" My eyebrow raises at this.
"Unless y' tell Remy to stay." He smirks at me. The red in the black of his eye gleaming with excitement.
"And why would yah think Ah would tell yah that?" I crossed my arms over my chest. This guy is really full of himself.
"Cause y' love moi, chere."
"Yah must be dreaming. Yah sure those cigarettes aren't getting tah yah head?" I go to walk away from him but he grabs my arm and pulls me toward him.
"Fine then, chere. At least give Remy a goodbye kiss." If his smile could get any bigger.
"Tell meh somethahng, Remy. Do yah like getting the life sucked out of you?" I snap at him. He was too close. I put my hands on his chest to push him off but he just drew me in closer.
"Oooo, chere! Remy didn' kno' dat falashio was y' style." Remy teases. I could feel the blood rush my cheeks.
"Remy, yah pervert!" I scream. I hit him in the chest but he still doesn't loosing his grip on me.
"Tell Remy you will miss him, chere. Remy knows you will." He keeps smiling at me. I look in his eyes and for a moment I feel different. My hearts beating faster and my stomach flutters. I need to tell him to release me and go to hell but no words are coming out. I won't let him know but the way he's holding me like this actually feels kind of nice. Oh no… it's true. I'm falling for him. I probably fell a long time ago. But I know it could never work. Besides, he's getting married. He had someone a long time before me… Suddenly I'm shoved back into reality.
"Remy."
"Chere?"
"Get yer hands off mah ass!" I shout at him. The nerve of this guy. And here I was thinking that I might have feelings for him. What the hell was I thinking?
Remy hands move up my back slowly sending a chill up my spine. "Y' haven't tol' Remy y' gunna miss him yet."
"Don't hold yer breath, eithah." I mutter.
"Come on, Remy's not going ta leave till his chere says dose four words." Remy tells me wiggling his eyebrows. So basically telling him 'I will miss you', even though I won't, will relieve me of an overbearing perverted conceited annoying swamp rat Cajun? Why didn't he tell me this before!
"Fahne! Ah will miss yah, swamp rat." I say. I wouldn't be surprised if he explodes from the excitement.
He leans into my face and whispers, "I will miss y' too, ma chere." Then he lets me go. His sudden release of me made me feel weird, like I was empty or something. Then I notice his bag that he left on the kitchen table. He really is leaving.
"Where and when's the wedding?" I ask softly. Don't know why this little tinge of sadness comes over me but it did.
"Remy's home town, New Awrlins.De wedding bein two days." Remy shrugged. Remy goes to his bag and swings it over his shoulder. He comes up to me and takes a hold of my hand and kisses it, "Adieu, mon chere." He does that stupid charming bow and walks out of door. I say nothing. What can I say? Tell him to stay with me. Tell him that I need him. Tell him that I actually love him and he shouldn't marry the other girl. FAT CHANCE! Good riddings. I don't need him, I don't love him, and I don't care who he marries!
(End flashback)
Now I'm standing in front of the church doors listening to the priest give his spill about how patient and kind love is. I start to get angry with myself. If I would have said something before then I wouldn't be here. Remy would have never left me and I wouldn't be about to interrupt some other girls wedding. Or maybe I'm mad at Remy. He just left me! He's been chancing after me since God knows when then he gets a summons to marry another girl and off he goes. If anything I'm here to kick his ass.
I guess the tables have turn. Remy always had been the one to run after me and now I'm the one trying to get him back. Life is damn ironic sometimes.
I take hold of the handle of doors and stop. I realize that if I open these doors and go in Remy will know my feelings for him. I don't know if I could deal with that right now. It's one thing to get over my stubbornness and admit my feelings to myself but for him to know too. That's kind of scary.
I sigh heavily and slump against the door. I might have made a big mistake coming down here. I don't know the situation between Remy and this other girl and I really don't feel like making a fool out of myself. I lean in to listen to the priest… "Speak now of forever hold your peace." He says. There is silence that follows his voice. Oh, this is time where I come in, right? So how come I'm not moving? Okay, I need to make my decision fast. Is walking in there and telling Remy everything that he said I felt about him was true worth it? ...Yes, it is. I quickly turn around and swing the doors open.
"STOP!" I scream. Everyone in the church turns to look at me. Some of the people look shock, some relieved, others looked furious. My eyes fell upon a man standing at the church alter. He looked at me with intense eyes but that wasn't what caught my eye. It was that stupid ridiculous lopsided grin. Bastard!
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