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The boys stopped off at the drugstore before going home.
"What are you looking for?" Peter asked. Remy was searching through a shelf of stuffed animals, concentrating very hard.
"Stuffed tiger," He murmured.
"Why?" Peter asked.
"Molly loves tigers. She's got this collection of them. Big ones, little ones, all kinds. She likes the orange ones the best," Remy kept searching but he couldn't find any. Not one. there were dogs and bears and cats and even fuzzy aliens, but no tigers.
A teenage boy stocking the shelves on the aisle across from them gave them a weird look.
"Hey kid!" Remy said. "What?" The kid snapped back. Remy rolled his eyes. What the heck was wrong with today's youth?
"You guys got any toy tigers?"
The kid smirked "Don't ask me loser, I just stock the shelves."
Remy became angry very quickly. This kid did not know who he was dealing with.
Remy walked over and shoved the boy up against the shelf he'd been stocking. Boxes of hair coloring treatment noisily fell to the floor. "Listen, you're going to find us a stuffed tiger or you're not going to live to see eighteen," Remy threatened.
"And you two are going to leave quietly or I'm going to have to call the police," A security guard appeared.
"Remy I think we should leave," Peter advised.
Remy dropped the kid, but as they left Remy gave the boy a threatening glare.
"Maybe we should go home. You can find her one tomorrow," Peter said.
"No," Remy said adamantly "I'm going to find a tiger tonight even if it kills me,"
"I don't understand," Peter said.
"If she won't listen then I have to show her I'm sorry,"
"You sound like ze boyfriend who has said something wrong. What's that called? You, er, 'Put your hand in your mouth'?"
Peter scratched his head. They got in the car.
"It's put your foot in your mouth and, yeah, I guess this is kind of like that, but I'm not her boyfriend," Remy said.
"But you'd like to be?" Peter said.
"I didn't say that," Remy replied quickly.
"But you didn't not say it," Peter smiled.
"Never mind what I said or didn't say, let's just go find a tiger okay?" Remy said as he drove to the next nearest store that was still open after ten at night.
It took traveling to five stores across Bayville and threatening about three different store clerks, getting kicked out of three of the five stores, but at ten minutes after midnight they found a plush tiger. It was about a foot long, orange and filled with pvc beans. It even growled when you squeezed it's tummy.
Remy decided to get a box of chocolates too, because after all that searching it was only right he come home with more then just a tiger.
They went home feeling tired, but with a sense of accomplishment. "Thanks _Hommes_. You're a real friend," Remy gave Peter a friendly punch in the arm. Peter looked embarrassed, "It was ze least I could do after you took me out to find a date. I hope things improve for you."
"Thanks. 'Night," Remy said.
"Goodnight," Peter went up to his room.
Ororo came into the Foyer holding a mug of hot tea. "It's after curfew, Remy," She smiled in a fair but scolding way.
"I know, I know," Remy said. He stood there for a few moments, trying to get the words out. It was hard for him to ask for advice. "Uh, 'Ro? What do you do when you really mess up and the girl stops talking to you?" Remy said, then through irritated gritted teeth, "Even when you go to five different stores to find her favorite stuffed animal?"
"I'm surprised you're asking me, what with your reputation," Ororo raised an eyebrow.
Remy walked into the nearby living room and sat on the couch. Ororo took a seat next to him.
"Well now that she's in my head she can see through my games. She never did take much to them anyway.
Always said we should be friends, even though I usually make her blush."
"Would you like to tell me what you did to make her stop talking to you?" Ororo took a sip of her tea.
"Said she, uh, couldn't get a date because she looked like a kid," Remy said carefully. He hated having to repeat it.
"Oh my, that does sound quite awful," Ororo raised her eyebrows in surprise.
"It's all the stress. I'm not used to having someone in my head with me. I didn't mean it, it just kind of came out. She was making fun of me a little, but it wasn't right of me to say that about her.
I think it's going to take more then Blinky here to fix it," Remy held up the stuffed tiger.
"I think you may be taking this as more then it is," Ororo put a hand on Remy's shoulder.
"Say what?" Remy's face fell.
"Going to five stores and staying out until after midnight? That is a bit much. Unless..."
"Unless what?" Remy hoped she wasn't going to say what he thought.
"You have feelings for M...for this girl," Ororo sipped her tea.
Remy forced a smile and stood up, "We're just friends. And crushes are, like, kid stuff. I'm too old for them.
We're friends. That's all."
"Whatever you say, Remy," Ororo took another sip of her tea looking less then convinced.
Remy went upstairs to Molly's room. He put the tiger on her dresser.
"There. He's all nice and at home on your dresser. Now do you forgive me?"
No reply.
Remy turned around to see the pile of stuffed tigers on the far wall across from Molly's bed.
"Though he'd probably feel better over there with the rest of his kind. D'accord, Blinky?"
Remy blinked. No, he did not just talk to a stuffed tiger. Remy put Blinky with the other tigers, "If you're trying to make me feel bad you're doing a real good job, Cherie. Come on, say something."
Silence filled his head.
"I got you chocolates. Girls like chocolates, right?" Remy shook the box and opened it popping one into his mouth.
More silence.
He sat on the bed and took off his shoes. "Fine, whatever. I can wait," He layed on the bed.
A thought occurred to him. What if she wasn't angry? What if she'd somehow disappeared?
It had been hours after all. He felt like an idiot for not thinking of it before. She could be gone, her body laying in the infirmary with no consciousness and it was all his fault!
Remy jumped up and started running down the hallway.
'Woah, hang on! I'm okay! I'm okay!' Molly said.
Remy's heart lept into his throat as he skidded to a stop. He smiled, "You're okay! Dieu, Cherie, don't scare me like that."
'Sorry,' Molly said.
Remy scowled, getting mad, "Are you crazy? You pick NOW to talk after I go two five different stores and have to drive around after midnight! I could've gotten arrested or something for all the stuff you put me through!"
'You? Arrested? No, I don't think you could've gotten arrested for hassling a few store clerks. Though that first guy got you close to it. Besides, you did that all on your own. Threatening those poor people. What were you thinking?'
"I was thinking that maybe if I got you something nice you'd forgive me since talking wasn't working. Besides,
those guys were all jerks. The only nice ones were women," He walked back to Molly's room.
'Well, the damage is done now and, yeah, I guess they were kind of jerks. You did deserve it all though.
Every last bit of it,' Molly sounded smug.
"Okay, I deserved it, but look. I got you presents," Remy held up Blinky and the box of chocolate.
'Yeah, I saw them. Thank you,' Molly said.
Remy could tell she still wasn't happy.
"What is it? Something still isn't right, I can hear it in your voice."
'I know I said some mean things and I'm sorry, but you went low. Maybe I can't get a date because of how I look, but that's not something you use against me. It hurt me really bad. If I could cry right now I would because no one's ever said that before and...and you're the last person I expected to say something like that. I thought we were friends. I thought you were better then that.'
"We are friends. Sometimes I'm just a jerk even when I don't mean to be. And you have to admit, this sharing a brain thing does wear on you. Now I have an idea of how Rogue feels all the time. Hopefully Hank and Forge will have it all figured out soon."
'Yeah. I'm sorry Remy.'
"I...I'm sorry, too, Molly. I can't say I won't do it again, but I'll try to be better.'
'Me too,' Molly paused after a moment, 'So who's this Forge guy anyway? I don't think I've met him yet.'
"I guess he's some friend of Kurts,"
'Huh. Wonder if he's cute?-I mean, uh...'
Remy went into his room and got a pair of pajama bottoms, "I'm sure he's adorable. It's late and I'm tired.
I'm gonna crash in your room tonight."
'My room? You're gonna sleep in my bed?' Molly sounded a little apprehensive.
"Yeah. Make you feel more at home if your in your own room even if you're not in your own body, you know?" Remy replied.
'Uh, okay, sure. Suuuure. No problem. Nooooo problem at all.'
"What is it now?" Remy raised his eyebrows.
'N-nothing,'
"It's not nothing. You're all nervous. Tell me,"
'I keep all my stuff in my bed. Notebooks, uh, my diary. It's all really personal and I don't let anyone else look at it,' She said.
"I'm not gonna read your diary and stuff. I just want to go to sleep."
'Uh...Remy?'
"...What?"
'How we gonna work out this...changing clothes situation?'
"I'm not gonna change in front of the mirrior or something. You're not gonna see anything.
Stop worrying," Remy pulled off his shirt, then all his other clothes, then pulled on his pajama bottoms.
"Happy?"
'Great. Thanks,'
Remy got into bed, but as soon as his head hit the pillow he felt something under it. "What the...?" Remy lifted up the pillow to see four notebooks and a diary under it.
'I told you I keep my stuff in my bed.'
"What do you do with all these?" He wondered picking them up.
'Write and draw mostly.'
He set the notebooks on the floor and stared at her diary.
'Open it and die.'
"Wasn't planning on it. What do you write in here, anyway?"
'Like I'd tell you!'
"I don't even get a hint?" Remy grinned. Now he was just being annoying for the heck of it.
'No! Now go to sleep already,'
"Fine," Remy turned off the light and shut his eyes.
'...Remy?'
"What, Petite?"
'Am I really beautiful...in every way that matters?'
Remy smiled, "You're more then beautiful."