Glancing down at his lap, Remy inwardly smiled to himself as his fingers languidly stroked through soft chocolately colored strands of hair. It wasn't so much the hair that brought the smile to his face but who the hair was attached to. He and Cyndi had become so close after their first kiss and they had kissed again several times since then. The young Cajun had never felt so alive before and never thought a pair of lips could send him straight to Heaven with the angels. But there she was gazing up at him with bright blue eyes that he just wanted to dive into and get lost in forever. She was his angel on Earth. He was convinced of this.

"Remy?" She said gently.

"Oui, Chere?" He replied.

"I just wanted to say that I like you a lot. I've never felt so comfortable with a boy before." She smiled sweetly at him.

"De feelin' is mutual. Ya make dis Cajun feel like a man." He smirked.

"How's that?" She giggled as she rolled over and folded her arms across his thigh and nestled her chin on them.

"Dunno. Ya jus' make Remy feel different." He admitted.

"You make me feel different, too." She smiled up at him. After a moment of quiet, she spoke again.

"So, what are we doing today? It's a Saturday morning and here we are stuck in your room like a bunch of losers." She smirked.

"Whateva ya wanna do, Chere. Remy follow if ya lead 'im, ya know dat." He flirted.

"Oh stop." She chided as she rolled those pretty eyes and gave him a look that told him to quit kissing her ass.

"Remy follow his belle femme anywhere...even into de depths of hell wit' de Devil himself." He smirked.

"You're too nice, you know that? Calling me pretty all the time...you're gonna give me an ego." She replied as she sat up and hugged her knees into her chest.

"Ya deserve ta know. Part o' Remy t'inks ya already do though, dat's why ya get away wit' so much." He smirked as he gave her a wink.

"Puh-lease...you get away with just as much." She said with yet another roll of her eyes.

"Buuuuuuuuuut, everybody know dere's not'in like a pretty face." Remy insisted. Suddenly, one of his pillows connected with his face in an unceremoniously hard thwack.

"Hey?!" Remy whined, realizing that she had just declared a pillow fight.

"Hey nothing! Arm yourself or be prepared to suffer the consequences of being beat to death by a girl." She teased as she struck him in the shoulder and stood on the bed to get a better view of him. He bit his lip and grabbed one of the pillows of his bed and proceeded to engage her in all out feather stuffed combat. A good 5 minutes into it, Remy was sure he had beaten her into submission when she fell onto the bed and had started to whimper. He hadn't meant to make her cry though, that was something he desperately avoided at all costs. His handsome face softened as he knelt down next to her and stroked her arm soothingly.

"Chere? Are ya ok?" He asked in a soft tone.

"Why do you have to hit so damn hard?" She sniffled, her hair covering most of her face from sight.

"Awwww, Chere...Remy's sorry. He didn' mean ta hurt ya." He cooed gently to her as he brushed her hair aside and paused when he noticed she wasn't crying and there were no tears. Merde. He had been had.

"Take that, you dirty Swamp Rat!" She smirked as she reached behind her and beaned him with another pillow.

"Vous petite menteur (You little liar)!" Remy groaned as he rubbed his head gingerly.

"I guess you were right, LeBeau. Pays to have a pretty face." She teased.

"Ya gon' get it..." Remy threatened playfully as he crawled on top of her, pinning her down to the bed with her arms above her head and his bottom half keeping her legs at bay.

"Do your worst, Cajun." She smirked. There was something about this that made all the joking end for Remy. There was nothing really sexual in the situation...and yet, he couldn't help but feel warm all over at the prospect of being on top of her. They were both just 14, but Remy's hormones had been working overtime lately and he couldn't help but be interested in his Chere just a little bit more than innocently. It was only natural. He wondered if she was interested in him, too.

"What's wrong, Remy?" Came Cyndi's gentle voice. Remy hadn't spoken for at least a minute and had this look on his face as if he were in deep thought.

"Not'in." He smiled, shaking out of his daze and gazing back down at her.

"Get off of me." She smirked up at him.

"Nuh uh..." He teased with a devilish grin.

"Why not? You're cutting off the circulation to my hands." She chuckled.

"Ya gotta do somet'in fo Remy befo' he let ya go." He replied cooly.

"What?" She asked.

"Give him a kiss." He smirked as he leaned his face down to hers.

"Is that all?" She asked as she leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on the lips. He chuckled and shook his head slowly.

"Not like dat." He replied. Her eyebrows furrowed and she glared at him suspiciously. What was he talking about? How else would she kiss him?

"Well, Remy was watchin' Henri wit' dis femme one nigh' an' dey were kissin' differently." He explained.

"How?" She asked.

"Can Remy show ya?" He said gently.

"I-I guess. I mean, I trust you." She said softly. With that, he wet his lips just a little and leaned down to kiss her. First, he let his bottom lip brush against her lips and once she had responded in kind, he let his tongue slip past his lips only to run along hers which were slightly parted. At this Cyndi's eyes opened and she ended the kiss there and then.

"Remy?!" She replied accusingly.

"Wha'? Remy wasn' done yet." He whined.

"Oh fine...hurry up." She sighed as she closed her eyes again and Remy leaned in for the kill once more. Again, he started out the way he had the first time, moving his lips against hers and testing the waters by running his tongue along her lips. This time, she relented and parted her lips a little bit more and he sought out her tongue which he slowly caressed with his. After a few moments of this, he pulled his lips away but not before nuzzling them to hers once more and letting his tongue flick across her perfect lips lightly. Sensually.

"Well?" He asked as he climbed off of her. Her eyes were still closed and her lips were still parted as if she never wanted it to end. It was the most amazing thing that had ever happened to her and she couldn't believe nor try to make sense of the way she felt afterwards.

"That was really nice." She finally said as she opened her eyes and looked at him with hooded eyes. There was something different in this look. Something dangerously mature. Suddenly she wasn't Cynthia Giordano; 14 year old anymore. She was Cynthia Giordano...Woman!

"Oui." He sighed dreamily as he lay down next to her.

"You know what I wish?" She said gently as she rolled onto her side and cuddled up against him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Wha'?" He asked, looking over at her.

"That no matter what happens in life; we'll always be friends." She said thoughtfully.

"O' course, Chere. Not'in means mo' ta Remy." He replied with all his heart.

He intended to live his entire life based on that one promise.