Hi everyone! I'm glad I got such good reviews, though there were some I was worried about…

Flame31: um… thanks for reviewing?... you do know that I was just kidding about the ten bucks, right?

sheisbeautiful-sheisnotme: The musical was Grease, but that's ok! And you'll find out what the name means later on… maybe it's not French… oh, man, I hope it is French! That would be awful if it wasn't:O

Sarah: Correct! Oh, sorry, no ten bucks. I was just kiddin'. Thanks for the review though!

Nettlez: Um… this is kinda gonna sound weird, but I don't take French so I have no idea how to pronounce it… I've always been saying it like this: Qee-te-REE CA-res-se… oh, man, now some French speaker is totally gonna cuss me out 'cause I butchered the language! Ay Dios mios! LoL. And it might be Rogue's name, it might not. You'll just have to read and find out! Thanks for reviewing!

Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men Evo, or Grease

Chapter One

Rogue sat down on the couch next to Logan in the rec. room. "What are ya eatin'?" she asked, gesturing at the brown substance,

"Gumbo's gumbo," was all he said, then he took another bite.

Rogues fists clenched at the mention of the Swamp Rat. It's been two days since she opened the invitation, and he wouldn't stop bothering her until she called Diana and told her she was coming.

Which was something she was not going to do, of course.

"Ya know," Logan went on, scratching the side of his face, "It ain't that bad."

It was a simple statement, really. An opinion that was pretty much mutual among all the students who tried Gambit's food. But Rogue knew that Logan knew about the little quarrel she was having with the stupid Cajun. Rogue knew that Logan was trying to tell Rogue to go easy on the cocky sonovabitch.

But she couldn't- not after what he said to her.

Flashback (weeeeeeeee!)

"Y' are goin' t' go, right?"

"Whatevah gave ya that idea?" Rogue said, roughly shoving the invitation back into the envelope, ignoring the other paper inside.

"Well, dese people obviously like y' enough t' whereas they'd invite y' t' de weddin'," Remy said slowly, as if he were talking to a simple child who didn't understand the concept of love.

"Well, obviously ya wrong," Rogue replied sharply, standing up and taking a position to rip the letter to shreds.

Gambit was up faster than she could blink and snatched the letter away from her. "Now jus' a minute, chere," he said, holding the invitation out of her reach. Rogue tried jumping up to grab the letter, but he was just too damn tall. She gave up and gave a small pout.

"Dat used t' work b'fore, chere, but Remy's grown wise t' yoh seductive ways," Gambit grinned as Rogue glared.

Remy looked thoughtful, "Ok, so let's jus' say dat dese people, who went t'rough all de extra time an' money t' send y' an' invitation, but didn't really want y' t' come. But y' were invited- why not go and visit home foh a while?"

"'Cause that's not mah home anymore," Rogue said softly, "Not since-" Rogue stopped, as if realizing she was about to give away the secret to destroying the world.

But Gambit, as clever as he is, didn't give up so easily, "Since what, chere?"

"Since ya keep botherin' meh!" Rogue shouted angrily, not caring if she woke up the students, "Now give meh mah lettah back, Swamp Rat, unless ya want to be in a coma for a month!"

"Jus' tell Remy one t'ing, chere: Why don't y' want t' go back home?"

"Ah don't have ta explain mahself ta anyone- especially to a low-lahfe Cajun lahke ya!"

For the first time Rogue could remember, Remy looked angry, and it wasn't something she wanted to see again. His eyes grew brighter than usual, and the red irises seemed to shrink. His fists clenched and he gave a slight frown. Such expressions might not seem menacing, but coming from a laid-back person like Remy Lebeau, it was downright terrifying.

"Why can't y' jus' accept the fact dat people care 'bout y', Rogue!" Remy yelled, not caring if he woke up the whole darn city, "Remy's tryin' t' understand what y' goin' t'rough, but y' keep pushin' 'im away! Y' keep sayin' dat dey don't want y' back, an' mebbe dat's the reason why! Y' jus' too damn depressin' t' be around!"

"Ah am not depressin', Remy Lebeau! Ah am the goddamn happiest person ya will evah meet in yoh lahfe time!"

"Den stop t'inkin' dat nob'dy wants y', 'cause it ain't true!"

"Oh, yeah? An' what do ya know 'bout it? Ya weren't there when Ah was alone, were ya? Ya weren't there when Ah cried mahself to sleep every night!"

"An' I'm sorry I wasn't! But ya keep actin' like de whole world is against y'! But it's not, Rogue! Not when y' have someone to stand by yoh side when the world starts winnin'! I care 'bout ya, Rogue, so much dat it hurts- to the point where I jus' want t' be with y' fohevah- but sometimes y' can be a self-centered bitch."

Rogue didn't anything to say. How could she? It was the truth.

Remy saw the confusion and hurt in her eyes and tried to say something, but it was too late. Nothing could take back what he said.

Instead, Remy handed the letter to Rogue. She snatched it out of his hand and stalked past him, wiping away tears that had been invisible for so long.

It wasn't what Remy called her- "a self-centered bitch." Hell, she'd been called worse. It's what he said before that.

Rogue fell into an uncomfortable sleep that night, knowing all the while that the Ragin' Cajun cared about her so much that it hurt.

End Flashback

TBC!

I know it's short, and I'm really sorry. It's just that I got a lot of stuff to do and I wanted to get this all down before I forgot it! Anywho, I hope you don't mind I put it in third person. I never was comfortable writing in first person. Anywho, please review! They make me smile!

P.O.G.

Bye-Z!