Chapter 6
"I had a really great time!" Jean said, smiling at Scott. Rogue had, very reluctantly, handed over the keys to her car and let Scott take Jean back to school. Her expression was far from pleasant, but Eleanor insisted it would work wonders in the long run. A 'romantic' car ride was just the thing to push two people together, even if it was just to a high school. Not that Jean or Scott – well, Jean anyway – knew Eleanor was the reason Rogue was letting him drive her baby. Scott had his suspicions.
When Remy arrived, she seemed a little better though. Rogue left after giving Scott her keys and the threat of 'hurt mah baby an' you will know true pain fo' the rest o' yo' lahfe!' But she smiled as she said it, so it wasn't too threatening. Still, Scott figured it best to heed her advice. Better safe than sorry, after all. Besides, Xavier said that he was paying for his car to be shipped there. It should arrive sometime before he started Bayville High.
"Me too," Scott grinned. He felt like he could look into Jean's eyes forever, but he didn't say anything. For one, that sounded really mushy, and even more cliché, and for two, she still had a boyfriend. Though, from the sound of things, she would be better off without him. Scott wasn't about to say that aloud though, he didn't want to rush Jean into anything, and he most certainly didn't want to make her feel like he was trying to force her into a relationship with him. Maybe he could just beat the blonde up sometime…if he hurt Jean's feelings that was.
"Well, I should get going," Jean muttered as the first bell rang. A few students were still outside, but they were heading in now. For the first time in her life, Jean was thankful that the school lunch was two hours. A long time usually, but today it had flown by.
"Maybe we can do it again sometime? Ya know, after I join the student population…or maybe before?"
Jean grinned and blushed, looking at the ground. "How about tomorrow?"
"Deal!" Scott grinned, "I'll look for more places. So we don't get tired of Mexican."
"Sounds good!"
"Jean!"
She turned towards the source of the call, and paled slightly when she saw Duncan standing several feet away, waving at her. She'd forgotten all about him! How she could have forgotten her own boyfriend she didn't know, but she had. She quickly tore her hand out of Scott's, mumbled some goodbyes, and rushed off to meet him.
Scott watched her go disappointedly, and as Duncan put his arm around her, he felt himself overcome with jealousy. Shrugging it away, he restarted the car and headed back for the mansion. He noticed the evil way Duncan was eyeing him as Jean ran to him, and he smirked to himself. School was certainly going to be interesting.
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"Is he hurt?" Rogue asked worriedly, looking over her car. When she didn't see any scratches, she sighed in relief. Scott handed her the keys and smiled.
"Easy girl," he laughed. "I wouldn't hurt your baby; I know how protective I am of mine! Though, I have the strangest feeling Alex is having a hay day with it…"
Honolulu, HawaiiAlex Summers laughed as he and his girlfriend sped down the streets of Hawaii. God, he loved his brother's car! He cranked up the speakers until his favorite song was blaring. The blonde laughed delightedly, clapping her hands and singing loudly with the words.
"This is awesome!" she shouted to her boyfriend. Alex nodded, brushing his blonde hair out of his eyes.
"Tell me about it! Though," he muttered this part under his breath, "if Scott ever finds out, he'll kill me!"
Back at the mansion
Scott shook away the disturbing thoughts, and turned his attention back to Rogue. She seemed interested in knowing what kind of car he had. So, as they walked inside, the two talked about their respective convertibles.
Remy glared at him as he entered, narrowing his eyes in an almost childish way. Rogue smirked at Scott, and leaned over to kiss Remy. When she pulled away, Scott wasn't surprised to find he was smiling widely. He looked superiorly at Scott, and pouted when the brunette merely irked a brow and smirked. Damn it, it wasn't fun if the other man didn't get jealous!
Scott shook his head amusedly. He was getting used to Remy's behavior relatively fast, so he wasn't as bothered by it as before. Still, he wondered if the other man would ever accept him. Maybe if he ever started dating Jean, Remy would relax. Scott could understand the jealousy he must've felt, he'd felt the same way when he noticed Jean eyeing Remy the day he had the 'tour'. Of course, Jean wasn't his woman, so he hadn't glared evilly at the other mutant…much.
"Have a good time, den?" Remy asked, wrapping an arm around Rogue, and pulling her into his lap. His girlfriend scowled and hit him upside the head. "Ow!"
"Ah was goin' t' get somethin' t' eat, thank-ya-very-much!" Rogue snapped, standing and huffing. She 'marched' to the refrigerator and began digging through it, searching for something good. You would think it would be easy to find lots of food in a mansion, but with all the teenage boys around this place, it was near impossible! Especially when one of said teenage boys was her little brother.
"Didn' y' eat at da restaurant?" Remy asked, eyeing her butt appreciatively. "O' did dey not fill y' up dere?"
"Didn't eat, too busy tryin' t' set up Scott an' Red," Rogue answered nonchalantly. She peeked over the fridge door, "Why? Ya callin' meh fat, Cajun?"
"Course no'!" Remy denied, then muttered under his breath, "Though, y' appetite alone tells ev'ryone y' related t' Nightcrawler."
Rogue, having Logan's enhanced senses from the times she'd absorbed him, glared evilly at her boyfriend and threw an apple at his head. As his back was turned, poor Remy never saw it coming. The strength she'd used was enough to splatter the apple, and force his head into the table.
"Ow!" Remy yelped, rubbing his nose pitifully. He pouted, "Cheeere!"
"Don't you 'cheeere' meh!" Rogue snapped, placing her hands on her hips. "Ah heard that comment, ya jerk!"
"Quoi?" Remy asked, wiping what he could of the apple from his hair. He looked at the smushed food on his hand and whimpered. This would take forever to get out! His poor, innocent hair. He spent hours getting it perfect, and now it was ruined! Normally, he wouldn't care if Rogue were messing it up, preferably when they were in their room…alone, but this? This was just cruelty to great hair! "Remy jus' sayin' dat y' could stand t' lose a couple o' pounds. OW!"
This time it was an orange, but, luckily, Rogue hadn't used as much strength. So, instead, it just hit his head with a thump and fell to the floor. He glared at the offending fruit, but decided he should just keep his mouth shut. Rogue wasn't in her playful mood right now. Remy glared at Scott, he blamed him! Stupid Rogue-stealing jerk! Why couldn't he have met Jean first? Remy wouldn't care if she were being stolen!
"Poor Remy," Scott snickered, smirking at the glare shot his way. "Ya know I have to say I kinda like Rogue's appetite. Not often you find a woman that can eat, and doesn't worry about gaining weight."
Rogue smiled happily. "Thank ya, sugah…" she trailed off, realizing the Hawaiian had just said she ate a lot too. Glaring at him, she bent down, sticking her head back in the fridge.
Remy was about to protest the unfairness of Scott not getting pelted, when Rogue stood back up and threw a banana at Scott's head. Remy laughed when the fruit exploded, causing Scott to be covered in yellow mush. The latter glared at his laughing 'rival', and wiped a handful of yellow gunk from his forehead. Remy's laughter stopped abruptly when he found himself with a face full of creamed banana.
He snarled at the now laughing Boy Scout, took his apple-covered hand, and stuck the smashed fruit in Scott's face. They glared at each other. Oh, it was on!
Rogue looked up from the fridge when she finally found some leftover gumbo in the back, and looked to where the boys were having a mini-food fight. Rolling her eyes, she turned her attention to the microwave.
Remy looked over to where his cherie was punching in numbers. Eyeing the orange on the floor, he and Scott shared a smirk. Though, they quickly frowned when they realized they were agreeing on something, and instead focused on getting the orange without gaining Rogue's attention. Once Remy had successfully picked up the circular fruit, which took several tense-filled seconds, he nodded once to Scott and readied himself to throw the orange.
Rogue had noticed the boys out of the corner of her eye, and, smirking, bent over just as Remy started to throw his 'weapon'. Picking up her 'accidentally' dropped napkin, she made sure the boys got a nice view of her backside. And since she'd decided to wear daisy dukes today, it was all the better for them…and her.
The orange fell from Remy's hand as he and Scott gaped at Rogue's lovely derrière. Damn, it was nice. Remy reached over and pushed the other male out of his seat. Scott fell to the floor, and glared at his 'attacker'. Remy had not once taken his eyes off Rogue, and he seemed to be in a kind of trance. Luckily, Xavier and Jean weren't in the mansion at this time, otherwise they would've been bombarded with images of Rogue and Remy doing things they really didn't want to see them doing…or did they? (Dum dum dummmm…okay, yeah, that was gross. SORRY! I made myself sick too.)
"What was that for?" Scott asked, standing and rubbing his injured behind.
"Don' stare at ma chere," Remy said robotically, licking his lips as Rogue straightened. Amazingly enough, as Rogue rose back to her full height, Remy's eyes stayed down.
Rogue grinned victoriously when the microwave dinged. Won the 'war', an' now Ah get mah reward!
"Ah got some gumbo, Ah got some gumbo, Ah got some gumbo hey, hey, hey, hey!" she sang softly, doing a little 'dance' to the table. Sliding into her seat, the one formerly occupied by Scott, she grinned at the brunette and pointed to the chair across from her. "Have a seat, sweet cheeks!"
Scott shook his head amusedly and moved around the table. He was just about to comment on the way Rogue was guzzling down her food – she was already halfway done, though how she managed that, Scott would never know – when two very loud, very hyper mutants entered the room.
"'Lo ev'ryone!" Pyro greeted jovially, sliding easily into the chair beside Scott's. Amara was quick to sit in his lap, once he'd pushed the chair out enough for her, and she too graced the room with a jubilant smile.
"Waf dija do?" Rogue asked around a mouthful of gumbo, somehow making the whole gesture of talking with your mouth full seem very lady-like. In Remy's opinion anyway.
"What do you mean?" Amara asked innocently, clasping her hands delicately in her lap.
"Ah mean what Ah said," Rogue replied sarcastically, once she'd swallowed the gumbo. "What did ya do?"
"Why, what ever makes ya ask what we did?" Pyro asked, placing an arm over his heart as though wounded by the question. His other arm wrapped around Amara's waist, briefly stopping to give her butt a nice pinch, which made her jump a little, before winding itself all the way around her.
"Maybe she askin' cuz da two o' y' are smilin' like y' do when y' up t' somet'in'." Remy answered wisely, hooking his own arm around Rogue's waist.
"Aw, I'm touched mate!" Pyro sniffled a little. "Ya know our different smiles!"
"Very observant, Rems, Rogue. Unlike some people." Amara shot a look at Scott.
"But Scotty-boy hasn't been here long enough ta really tell a difference," St. John pointed out to his girlfriend.
"He'll learn t' tell the difference sugah, trust meh. We all learn," Rogue's voice held the utmost sympathy for Scott, and he smiled a bit nervously. He'd only seen the pyromaniacs a couple of times, and only spoke to them once. That was just to say 'hi' his first day here, and Rogue had been very clear that they were the 'go to' people when you wanted revenge on someone, or just to play a prank, but not for any other reason.
"Tha's sweet," John smiled. "But ya right! We are here for a reason. We're plannin' ta sneak inta Jeannie's room later tanight, and we were wonderin' if ya might be interested in guarding."
"Why y' sneakin' int' Red's room? Wait," Remy said before they could get an answer out, "don' answer dat! Remy don' wanna know!"
"To set fire to her room of course," Amara said as though it were the most obvious thing.
"Remy say he don' wanna know!" Remy exclaimed, waving his hands wildly through the air. "Do y' no' listen t' moi?"
"Who would wanna listen t' yo' voice, Cajun?" Rogue asked, mock-scathingly. Remy gasped, throwing a hand over his heart as he looked at Rogue, hurt clear in his eyes.
"Roguey, y' don' mean dat!" he exclaimed, shaking his head frantically. "Y' love Remy's voice!"
Rogue snorted. "Who told ya that lie?"
Remy grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to look into his narrowed eyes. "Look int' Remy's eyes, cherie, you are feelin' like agreein' wit' whatever Remy says…" his mystical voice trailed off as Rogue's eyes went dazed.
"Ah am feelin' lahke agreein' t' whatever the Swamp Rat says."
"Bon, now, y' love Remy's voice! Adore his deep, sexy voice…"
"Ah love mah Cajun's voice," Rogue 'repeated' in monotone, as though she were truly hypnotized.
Remy blinked. Was it actually working? He smirked. "Knew I'd get dat empathy down pat un jour."
"Course ya would, sugah," Rogue said robotically. "Yo' smart lahke that."
Remy's grin widened. This was most definitely working out in his favor! A sudden thought hit him, and he looked at Rogue with lustful intent.
"Y' feelin' very frisky, chere," he said in a very serious tone. "Like y' jus' wanna jump Remy right here."
Scott choked on his laughter, while Amara and John laughed loudly. Remy looked so serious that it was even more hilarious than the request itself.
Remy, half-expecting Rogue to obey the command, and half-wondering why the hell those three idiots were still in the room, was surprised when his answer came in the form of a hit over the head. His face fell into the table, and he grumbled something about 'getting a broken nose from dis fille' before looking up.
Rogue glared at him, arching a lone brow. "Frisky? Lahke Ah wanna jump ya here an' now? Psh, ya must be dreamin' Cajun!"
"Chere!" Remy gasped, "Y' never tol' Remy y' were psychic! Though, in Remy's dreams you be singin' a different tune."
The last part was added thoughtfully, but Remy received yet another bonk on the head anyway. This time his face didn't hit the table, for which his nose was very grateful, but it still hurt. He yelped and grabbed the back of his head, pouting at his amour. Rogue was looking at Pyro and Magma again, refusing to look at Remy's pout. It was just too cute to resist, so best to avoid it.
"Now, what's yo' plan exactly?"
"Sneak inta Jean's room, set it on fire, while she's away o' course," Pyro explained easily. "That's it really."
"You can't set Jean's room on fire!" Scott protested without thinking. He blushed when he realized four sets of eyes were on him, though Rogue just seemed amused by his sudden need to protect Jean's personal space.
"An' why not?" Pyro asked defiantly, crossing his arms – which was rather difficult since Amara was still sitting on his lap, not giving him much room to move his limbs. He raised an eyebrow, looking at Scott expectantly.
"Er…uh…because it's not right!" Scott said, silently cursing when he realized how pathetic that sounded. He highly doubted Pyro and Magma cared if something was 'right' or not.
"That's it?" Pyro asked, rather disappointed at the lack of reasoning. He smirked, about to laugh when a female voice cut him off.
"Thank you Scott, I'm glad someone cares enough about me to not let my things get toasted!" Jean said, stepping into the room. She smiled thankfully at Scott, whom blushed for an entirely different reason this time. He smiled back.
"Crikey!" John shouted, jumping up when Jean spoke. The result was Amara dropping to the floor, and yelping at the painful impact. That floor was not made for falling on! She stood, with the assistance of her boyfriend, and rubbed her poor behind much like Scott had done earlier. "Give a bloke an' his Sheila a warnin' next time, will ya!"
Jean just glared at them. They glared back. There was silence for several seconds, before Jean huffed and turned to the newest member of the house. "Would you like to come with me? Be around an actual intellect for a change?"
Scott smirked at the snotty tone, and it widened into a grin when John and Amara began protesting the insult. He nodded, happy to spend some extra time with his redheaded crush. Hopping to his feet, Scott followed Jean out of the room, either oblivious or uncaring of the conversation that started up almost immediately.
"Crikes, he likes her?" John asked in disbelief, gaping after the couple. "Her?"
Rogue chuckled and nodded. "Yup, been workin' on gettin' em tagethah mahself. Ah figure with a li'l push, we'll have Red off our backs an' no more Duncan too! It's a win/win."
"'Cept f' da extra time y' spend wit' Scooter," Remy sulked, pouting again.
This time Rogue spared him a glance, and just barely managed to hold in the 'awww' threatening to escape. She leaned over and kissed his cheek, which made his crossed arms loosen slightly.
"Don't worry honey, soon it'll be jus' you an' meh again."
"No' soon enough," Remy said, though he was no longer pouting.
John and Amara shared evil smirks. "Anything we can do ta help, mates?"
"Ah got it covered as o' now," Rogue answered John, shaking her head. "Howevah, should Ah come across a problem, Ah'll call ya'll."
"Well," Amara said, stretching as she moved away from her boyfriend, "you know where we live."
"That Ah do, sweetie," Rogue smiled at them as they left. "That Ah do."
A/N: Well, another chapter done! Hoorah! Sorry it wasn't all that great, but I was hitting writer's block about halfway through it. Just thought I'd add in a little Pyro/Magma since they are one of the pairings, though more side-pairing than anything, for the Amyro fans out there. Of course, mutters to self it was the only way I could think of getting past the part where Scott sat down too. Oh, and let me just get this all out in the open. I SUCK at writing accents! The southern ones are the best I can do, since I'm from the south, so don't expect people like John or even Rosario to sound very…them-ish.