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---------------------X-Men! X-Men! Save the day! Save the day!-------------------
"Today's da day." Sam said rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Shut up Hayseed!" Roberto grumbled slightly conscious, "(Incoherent gibberish)."
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"Logan, it's Saturday, you gonna go easier on me?" Fyreside asked getting stretched for the course.
Logan smirked "Yeah and I'm even going to give ya the day off."
"Really!" Marc almost jumped.
"No"
"Aww."
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Rogue had to clear her mind, so staying at the institute was clearly not an option. She had been at the library since it opened; it was the only quiet place that she could think of. She began to look for a new book.
"Maybe I'll try something new?" She though as she glanced at a pink and purple colored book. Upon pulling the book out of it's shelf she notice a face smiling back at her from the other side. It was Remy…as usual.
"Cajun?!" Rogue scream, stomping her foot.
The librarian gave her a sharp took and pointed to a sign. "Shhhh!"
After apologizing she turned to look at Remy, he was gone.
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Marc came sprinting in after completing the course. "I think that's my best time."
"Yeah it was kid," Logan said walking over to a computer panel, "hold on."
"What're ya doing?" Marc huffed trying to catch his breath.
"Well kid, this is a little too easy for you, I'm putting some new information in to throw ya some curves."
"Gee that sure is nice of you…" Marc stopped when he heard Logan's claws, "kind sir whom I have the utmost respect for."
"Ready…GO!" Logan caught Marc off guard, and he started to run but slipped.
The course stared out the same. Except for the addition of Frisbee like razor blades! He dodged the first wave and the second he melted but that only caused globs of molten steel to come at him.
"This isn't fun Logan!" He mocked after barely escaping.
"It's not meant to be."
"…"
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"Set it up!" Roberto said to anyone who would listen.
Jubes did so and then Rob spiked the ball.
"Point!" Beast blew his whistle, Rahne tilted her head.
Everybody on Roberto's team moved to him and celebrated.
"Ey Roberto?" Sam tried talking through the mess of people, "You're still goin' ta help me raght?
"Yes." Roberto replied, "Now get ready, it's their serve."
"But Rob?"
"Sam turn around!" Roberto pointed.
He turned to see Rahne in the air, spiking the ball.
::FWACK::
Bobby put his hands on his face. "OH NO! Now Hayseed will never be a teen model."
-
Rogue thought she was going crazy, "He was here a minute ago...wasn't he?"
She returned to the reading area of the library, with her newly chosen book 'Big Trouble' sure it was not what she was used to but at least it wasn't so… pink.
As she opened the book, from it fell a card, his card, the queen of hearts.
Reaching to the floor to pick it up, she felt a swirl of emotions. Remy liked her, this she knew. But why? Why would a man with the ability to charm any woman in the world, be after a little gothic girl as herself.
She was not sure, but she felt safe with him. Of all people, it had to be him. The enemy.
"Damn you Cajun." She whispered to herself.
-
Roberto and Bobby were trying to console Sam. "Come on, it's not that bad."
Sam removed the bag of ice revealing a black eye. "Ya think soh?"
Roberto winced.
"Dude, why did you lie to him?" Bobby whispered loudly.
"How can ah go out lookin' like this?"
"I got an idea." Roberto declared.
"No Makeup." Bobby quickly snapped.
"What was that, a year ago?" Roberto shot back, "Let it go!"
"It was two weeks ago week!"
Roberto sighed. "Details, details."
"Soh what's yo' plan?" Sam asked Roberto.
"Never mind."
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Reading was the furthest thing from Rogue's mind right now. For the last fifteen minutes she had been sitting there, neglecting the exciting world that is 'the library on a Saturday morning.'
Remy just had that, kind of, effect on her. He was so open with her yet so cryptic. She always felt bad, and angry, after they talked. It seemed like every time they did it ended up in her yelling and him either running from someone or taking the abuse.
She found herself staring at the card he had left. The last they talked it was exactly like that. She was mad with him because he would not leave her alone; she remembered telling him that it would never work between them, or he should just give it up. But he, of course, would not.
She kind of like him, but he always was in and out of her life.
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Marc spotted Scott as he wobbled into the house.
"Hey Marc, you look like death, did you piss Logan off or something?"
Marc said doubled over. "Yeah I really need to keep my mouth shut."
Marc remembered something Kitty wanted him to ask Scott. She wanted him to ask, and for some reason not mention her, if he could borrow Scott's car.
Marc straightened. "Hey do you think we could borrow your car for Sam, Rahne, Me and K…"
"You and Who?'
"Don't say Kitty. Don't say Kitty. Don't say Kitty." Marc repeated in his head.
"Me and…Jamie?" Marc said the first person to come to mind.
Scott, shocked, replied, "Jamie?"
Marc sighed and walked away. "Ya…you know what, Forget it."
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"Kitty I…um…couldn't get Scott's car for tonight." Marc said cautiously.
"Aww man," Kitty whined, "oh well I guess we can take one of the Corvettes."
Marc's mouth hung open. "Wait…you're saying we have Corvettes here?"
-
Still staring at the card, she noticed that there was something scribbled on the back. It read, 'Chere, sorry about before. Remy come see you soon.' Yes, he even wrote in third person.
That is what she never figure out, how could his feelings be expressed so easily in just a few simple words.
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My first ever attempt at Romy, sorry if you don't like it. But it's new to me, writing wise.