Thank you for all the reviews! I was sure I wasn't going to get any at all, because my friend said it was too fluffy. But I like fluff! XD

The Dyna Super Glide and the Softail Heritage do not belong to me. The descriptions for the bikes are also not mine. X-men does not belong to me. But you know, my birthday was not long ago, and I still accept gifts. XD

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Chapter 5- Meeting someone new

I sit in my chair and twirl it around after Betts leaves. I feel dizzy already but I never stop.

"Ok. By the way, I hate your office."

"Yah know what? Ah hate it too."

"Well luv, if yah don't like it, change it. That's the problem with you, you know that? You won't change."

Now, I do change. Who says I don't? Just because I choose not to let him go doesn't mean I didn't change. The office, well yeah, it's a bit over my taste, but… You know what? Forget it.

"Hey. You ok?" Danni asks. I nod and stop the chair. The giddiness turns into a headache.

"Yeah. Just tired."

"We're heading out for lunch, wanna come?"

"Nah. Yah go ahead."

"Kay." Danni walks out but comes in a moment later.

"What?"

"You tell me."

I sigh. "Nothing. Ah just…"

"Hon, you know you can tell me anything."

"Ah know. Thanks, shugah."

Danielle goes out. I lean back in my chair and close my eyes. Maybe a little rest will make me feel better. Terrible headache.

"Hey!" Lexa and Wanda burst in. So much for a little rest.

"Hey." I answer gloomily.

"Ok." Lexa slowly and walks over. "You look like crap."

"Yeah. You need a day off."

"Can't." I point at the pile of files on my table. Wanda rolls her eyes and pulls me up.

"Ah don't think that's a good idea."

"Why?"

"Ah got a meeting soon."

"It's lunch break."

"After that." I try to lie my way out.

"Hon, lying won't work with us."

"Wanda, it's not that. Ah just need some time, alone." I say.

She rolls her eyes and lets go of my arm. "Fine. But you are coming to dinner with us." I nod and lead them out.

"Ah promise."

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Promises. What are they? In the dictionary it means 'an assurance that on will do something or that something will happen.' That's a promise. When Remy promised me we won't get caught stealing the answers for the test, we almost did. He promised he'd never leave me, he did. Every promise he made me, he almost or did, break. Everything he said, he turned on it. Except one. He said he loved me. And I haven't got a call from him, saying he doesn't love me anymore. So I guess he still does. I wouldn't know. He hasn't called to say he did either.

I know I promised Wanda I would have dinner with them, but I wasn't up to it. I hid in my closet when they came back for me at home. They left eventually. I know that was mean. But they would just talk and talk then the subject of Remy would come up. It would get all awkward.

Riiing…

"Hello?"

"Where are you?" Wanda asked, traces of annoyance in her voice.

"Oh… Ah… er… something came up…"

"Yeah right. Don't lie to me."

"Sorrah. Ah just…"

"Where are you?"

"Home."

"We were there a minute ago."

"Ah know."

I heard Lexa growl and then the screeching of tires as a car made a turn.

"We're coming to get you. Don't try to escape." Wanda snarled. /dial tone/

I sit on my bed and fiddle with my necklace. The necklace. I forgot about it even though I was wearing it. Funny how things work, eh? I open the locket and gaze at the picture inside.

It was a gift. From who? You guess.

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Remy smiled. "Y' look belle, chere." He looks at the necklace he placed on my neck moment ago. I smile back at him and play with the locket hanging on a silver chain. We are in my room, and Remy is sitting on my bed, and I'm looking in a mirror hanging on the wall. Don't get wrong, I'm not vain or anything.

"Thanks, swamp rat."

"Y'r welcome chere."

I was sorry I ever doubted him. How embarrassed I was when he showed me the locket. I thought he was taking coke! I could have died there and then.

"Remy… Ah'm sorrah about…"

"Non chere, don't talk about dis anymore." Remy said tenderly and kissed me. I put my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. I felt his hands on my hips as he slid his tongue into my mouth. I tried to stop it coming, but I moaned. Remy smirked. The kiss was fiery and passionate, yet it was sweet and gentle. His lips felt so great. It was like heaven. I pulled away for some breath and gazed into his eyes. Beautiful eyes, they were. I could get lost in them.

"Remy?" I said after awhile.

"Oui?"

"Did ah ever tell yah that yahr eyes are beautiful?"

"Yes y' did chere." Remy grinned. I could only smile. Remy leaned down to kiss me again.

"Rogue! What the hell are you doing!" Kurt slammed open my door and walked towards us. He was all red. He glared at Remy. "You! Back off!"

"Kurt, what are yah doing?"

"Remy is bad Rogue. He is. I have proof!" Kurt said.

"Homme, wat is y'r problem?" Remy was irritated.

"You keep away from her." Kurt hissed and grabbed my arm. He pulled me away but I shrugged him off.

"What is wrong with yah?" I place my hands on my hips. Kurt looks at me.

"I saw the whole thing. He is a thief, Rogue. He steals. And he is on drugs!"

I stare at him. "How do yah know?"

"I saw him. I followed him." Kurt said. Remy was angry.

"Merde! Y' followed Remy!"

"So you admit it then? You thief!"

"Remy doesn't do drugs." Was all he said.

What about the other? Wasn't he going to deny it? I looked at him, wide eyed.

He looks at me. "Chere…"

"Yahr a thief?"

"Chere… Remy didn't…"

I turn away from him. "Do yah really do drugs?"

"Remy doesn't, chere! Remy swears!" He pleaded with me. Kurt had a smug look on his face.

"Fahne. Then tell meh yahr not a thief. Tell meh yah don't steal."

"Remy…"

"So yahr a thief then?" Kurt says.

"Kurt, will yah shut the hell up!" He backs off. I face Remy again.

"Tell meh it's not true."

"It's not chere. Remy was just helping a friend keep some stuff."

"Stolen?" Kurt asked. I raise my hand, asking Kurt to stop talking.

"Remy was helping him keep some… some…"

I look intently at him as he struggles. I shake my head and walk away.

"Chere, it was not drugs. It was…"

"Look, if yah don't want tah tell meh, that's fahne, just don't ever talk tah meh again."

"Chere, dat was Remy's cousin." He blurted out. "He needed help. Remy helped him. Dat was it."

Kurt walked up to him and shoved him. "Liar!" Kurt was furious. "I saw you and the other guy! You were giving some guy money! You said 'I'll take care of everything'!"

Remy frowned.

"Don't deny it, LeBeau! You said-"

"Kurt, enough." I step up. I still don't believe that Remy would do that. "Maybe he wasn't selling drugs. Maybe he was just…"

"Just what, sis?"

Remy punched Kurt and he stumbled back. Remy glowered. "Are y' done? Bon. Let Remy talk, chere. Dat guy Kurt was talking about was Remy's uncle. Remy's cousin came over from New Orleans and wanted Remy to take care of him. And dat money was for renting an apartment for him."

Kurt gets up. "Then what about the white pack you bought?"

"Dat was not drugs, Kurt. Dat was flour. Flour."

"As in flour for bread and…"

"Oui." Remy said calmly. "Tell Remy, Kurt, who buys five kilograms of drugs at one time?"

"Satisfied, Kurt?" I ask, a little annoyed that I believed him. Just the teeniest bit.

Kurt huffed and walked out, slamming my door close. I turned to Remy.

"Ah'm sorrah, Remy. Ah…"

Remy leaned down to kiss me. "It's nothing, chere. Just as long chere believes Remy."

"Ah do."

I believed him. Every single word. I always did.

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The next day, I told Wanda about the incident.

"It's natural, Rogue. He wants to protect you. He's losing his sister. Pietro was like this too, until I told him I would break his arm if he glares at John again."

"Wanda, ah told him tah back off before. He won't listen."

"Well, maybe Remy is bad then."

"He is not." I said firmly.

"Where's Kurt anyway?"

"He's at home."

"He skipped?"

"He won't show his face at school 'cos Remy punched him."

"What did your mom say?"

"She doesn't know."

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Wanda pulls me up. I rub my eyes and squint at them.

"Come up." I groan and let them pull me up.

"Yah know, ah was fahne until the whole reunion thing came along."

"I know." Lexa said. "Get dressed. We're going dancing tonight."

"Alright. Alright."

After I finish with my make up, we head to the club. It was crowded. He make our way to the bar where Logan has our drinks ready.

"One Cosmo, martini and a vodka."

"Thanks, uncle." Lexa smiles and picks up her vodka to take a swallow.

"Big crowd tonight." Logan says.

"Yeah." I nod. A guy approaches us.

"Hey ladies." He says smoothly. Wanda rolls her eyes and turns away. Lexa and I look at each other. "You know, you look a lot like my next girlfriend." Lexa laughs.

"Sorry, I'm taken." And she gets off her stool and walks to the dance floor.

"I'm sorry. I was talking to you, beautiful." He said.

"Ah…"

"I'm Jeff."

"Jeff? Ok, Jeff, yah know what?"

"Did it hurt?"

Man... what did I do to deserve this?

"Did what hurt?" I look at Logan who stifles a laugh.

"Listen here, young man, I think you chose the wrong girl to use your lousy pick-up lines on." He says. Jeff glares at him and turns back to me.

"Ah'm sure yahr a great guy, but no thanks." I say and walk away. I join Lexa and Wanda on the dance floor.

I find that I'm enjoying myself. Maybe it is time to let go. After a while, we get tired and go back to the bar. I'm panting and sweaty, but I don't regret it. Maybe I'll forget him after all.

Logan hands me another martini.

"But ah didn't…"

"From the guy over there. He comes in a few times a week." Logan says. Lexa nudges me.

"He's cute, Rogue."

"He doesn't look my type."

"You won't know until you try to talk to him." Wanda backs Lexa up. I drink the martini. I still hate it.

"Fahne. Bitches." I mutter.

"We know, honey." Wanda smirks.

"Hey." I say to the guy. He smiles at me and pull out a chair so I can sit.

"Hey."

"Thanks fohr the drink."

"No problem. I'm Roger."

"Yah can call meh Rogue. Although, yah should know ah hate martinis." Roger nods.

"Sorry. I saw you drink it so I thought…"

"Yeah. Most people think that too." I laugh.

"Then why do you drink it?"

"Habit, ah guess."

He nods. "So, what do you do?"

"Ah work in Tetra Pak."

"Tetra Pak? Oh, the packing company."

"Yeah. Ah'm a senior manager."

"Interesting."

"Where do yah work, Roger?"

"I'm in the car business. Motorcycles actually. I fix them, sell them and collect them."

"Collect?"

Motorcycles. I never quite have gotten over my fascination of them. I don't know what it was; I was just attracted to them.

"Yeah. Harley's mostly."

"Ah have one, yah know." Roger stares at me, surprised.

He looks at me up and down. "You surely don't look the type."

"Best time of mah life, getting on that bike. FLST Heritage Softail. Beautiful ride."

Roger's eyes widen. "Silver powder-coated Twin Cam 88B engine. Rigid-mounted and counterbalanced. Hardtail styling. Any paint color will look great with the machete tank graphics. Ah chose Fire red pearl. The colour is just fantastic. Horseshoe oil tank and chrome profile laced wheels. The price is stripped-down, too — it's the most affordable FL model. There's even a detachable passenger pillion. Sometimes the less yah see on a bike, the more there is to admire" I can tell he's impressed.

"Wow. You ride it often?"

"No. Ah get tied up at work. No time."

"Pity."

This guy collects bikes. He must be rich. Oops, I did not say that.

"Yeah. So, you rode here?"

"Of course. You want to see it?"

I raise my eyebrows and turn my head to Lexa and Wanda who are watching us. I smile and look back.

"Sure thing."

He gets up and gives me his hand to help me up. We walk out and I see a FXDCI Dyna Super Glide Custom parked by the sidewalk. Nice.

"Smooth-operating power with vibration isolation, silver powder-coated, chrome-detailed Twin Cam 88 engine, six gears, 160mm rubber at the back, Custom 49mm forks up front. Stretched tank, top- mounted speedometer, low-slung two-up seats. Colour, vivid black" He says. I smile. He really loves bikes. "Want to hop on and test it out?"

"Oh, ah don't think that's a good idea."

"It's ok. You know I don't let many people ride my bikes? You're one of the lucky few. Come on."

"Alright then." I grin as he passes me a helmet. I get on and exhilarated. I miss my bike. I start the engine as he watches me. He's kind of cute, I must say. He's eyes, are sapphire. Though Remy- No, I must forget him. No talking about him.

"Like it so far?" He leans on a streetlight.

"Yeah." I smile at him and he smiles back. His smile is sweet.

"Take a ride."

"Huh?"

"I'll give you ten minutes." He says, looking at his watch. I nod and head off. The wind is whistling in my ears, making my hair fly. I remember the last time I got on a bike before I bought one.

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"Chere!" I look out my window to see Remy on a motorcycle. "Come down! Let's go for a ride."

I run down the stairs and walk out. Remy is grinning madly.

"Where did yah get the bike?" I look at it. It's red and black, just like his eyes.

"Aww, don't y' worry 'bout dat, cherie. Come on."

He hands me a helmet but I hesitate. "Remy, ah never…"

"Dere's always a first time for everything right? Dis is y'r first time riding a bike."

"Ah guess."

"Come on. Remy's going to teach y' to ride a bike."

I smile and let him put a helmet on my head. He fastens the strap and helps me get on behind him. I see Kurt frowning from his room upstairs. I wave at him and he disappears from the window. I know I am worrying him.

"Chere, y' ready?"

"Yeah."

"Hold tight to Remy, understand?"

I warp my arms around his waist and we're off.

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"Y' got it, chere!" Remy yells. He encourages me to go on. We are on a flat and abandoned piece of ground.

I am on the bike, which is wobbling dangerously. Good thing I wore jeans or my knees would be full of scratches. The bike falls, along with me. Remy rushes over and helps me up. I dust my jeans. They're filthy.

"Remy, ah can't do this."

"Chere, it's like riding a bicycle. It's easy."

"Fahne." Remy helps me up the bike. I start it again and I'm off.

After I finally manage to control the bike, I sit down on the ground.

"Chere, y' did great." He cups my face in his hands and kisses me.

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Was I really good? Maybe he's lying.

I turn the bike around and head back to the club. Roger hasn't moved. He's just standing there. He seems like a good guy.

"How was it?"

"Fantastic."

When I decided to buy a bike, I found two that I actually liked. One was the Dyna Super Glide, the other the Softail Heritage. The Softail was more expensive. Money wasn't a problem though. This is what the brochure said about the Heritage Softail was 'elemental styling. Original attitude. Iron charisma.' Then, they said the Dyna Super Glide was 'brute strength mixed with loads of eye appeal'. I ended up choosing the Softail. There was something about it. Something… Then I figured it out. It reminded me about Remy.

"So, you want to come over to my place?" Roger asked. I took his bike ride offer, was I going to take this one?

"Ah'm sorrah, Roger. Mah friends are waiting." Wanda and Lexa stepped out of the club. They head to the car to wait. "Ah'll see yah around." I hand him the helmet. Maybe I'll see him again.

Roger nods. "Yeah." He smiles. "Have a safe drive." He hangs the helmet on the handle bar.

I walk back to the car and start it. Wanda and Lexa are grinning.

"I told you." Lexa said smugly.

"He's seems nice."

"Define nice." Wanda says.

"Well…" I start. "Maybe ah won't tell yah."

And we drive away. Roger waves us off and gets on his bike.

"Oh, he has a bike." Lexa frowns.

"So?" Wanda asked. Lexa raised her eyebrows. "Oh."

"Come on. Does everything ah do have tah do with him?" I ask, annoyed.

"No. But this one does."

"Well… maybe."

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Ok, next chapter, Remy might come. Or not. He'll come when it's the reunion. Sorry if I make you wait too long, but that's how the story goes. Sorry.

I don't really know anything about bikes, so I Googled it. XD

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