Hiya Heartsyhawk is back!!! If you have read this far you are on my friend list. Cookies to all of y'all!!! Ok this is the next chapter. Last time was kind of boresome (FYI that means boring in my language). This is where the stuff begins to get interesting. Sorry in advance for any accents. I can speak any of them, but writing them is a whole other story...Also some of the dares and truths I used were lame and random but mostly pretty funny. (Shrugs) If you don't like 'em tell me in your review. (Hint. hint)
Oh yeah...I need a Disclaimer: Here's a question for y'all. If I, Heartsyhawk, owned the X-Men (in any form), why would she even approach this website with a ten-foot pole? Helloooooo! I do believe this is *clears throat* FANFICTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Doesn't that mean I kinda don't own anything I write about here?! or is that just my interpretation, huh? Ok. Ok. I so do NOT own X-Men Evolution or any books, bands, products, or corporations, etcetera, discussed in this story. I own my three OC's, my afore mentioned properties and the second pink sock which continues to evade my capture...So read on friend's; read on...
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Shout outs:
Rowena Zahnrei- Hey you are my first reviewer! You get a gold medal and my 1,000,000-watt smile! Ok you had some questions for me huh? Ok first I must explain that when I originally wrote the prologue I included the statement that I would explain the sudden vacation at a later time. I apologize profusely for the fact that it was somehow deleted. But I promise that the quick departure will not seem as rushed when I explain that in a later chapter. Lets see, as to the sudden leaving of the normal kids...I blame Cody. Yeah him...Its all his fault. No seriously, I'm still just a rookie at this. I guess I did rush that but I should not have even brought them in, as I view it with hindsight. They were just there to move things along. Thanks for the tips though. I'll try to be less hurried and vague in the future. Read on and enjoy!
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SickmindedSucker- I have a feeling I just massacred your name. If I did I am sorry. Anyway I love truth or dare! There are so many possibilities...You can make anyone do anything! And trust me I will...LOL! Nope, sorry it's not Scott in a dress. Read on to see whom...hopefully you'll like the next installment of Back in Diapers!
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Curious in Kansas- (Laughing) No it's nothing personal. If I had known anybody would have cared about my screen name I would have explained it. But I thought I went on about me for too long. So you want to know huh? Ok well yes you are right. Normally raptors and hearts are not thought of together. But long before I was an X-fan, my love was the Animorphs book series. My favorite character was Tobias ( a boy who got stuck in the shape of a red-tailed hawk for the poor unfortunate souls who don't know). I had a crazy crush on him so that formed the basis of my screen name. That, and I knew I would also read and review in other categories so I made a name that had significance only to me, but could be used anywhere. Glad you asked. I don't have to wonder the origin of YOUR screen name. :)
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Last time on X-Men Evolution: "Oh go on Professor!"(adults board X-Jet.) "Party anyone?"(Ray smirks impishly.(Rogue sighs while watching Kurt and Amanda kiss) "De green eyed monster got y' huh?" (Remy smirks as Rogue scowls.) "The name of the game is truth or dare..." (Tabitha grins evilly and rubs her hands together.)...
Many sharply inhaled breaths and evil and impish grins followed Tabitha's statement. Eyes darted around mischievously and several people giggled nervously at what the blonde haired mutant mischief-maker had just suggested.
"I'll start since the game was my idea," Tabitha smirked. "Hmmm. Kitty! Pick your poison, truth...or dare?"
"Um, like, truth." the brunette Valley-girl giggled.
"Ok, lets see..." Tabitha thought for a moment. She had been hoping the younger girl would choose dare. But hey, this WAS Kitty Pryde here. "Who do you think is the cutest guy in this room and would you ask him out in front of all of us?" Tabitha asked with a quirked eyebrow and pointed grin.
"Um, well the first part is, like, Lance, like, duh! And as to the second part..." she turned to Lance and batted her big baby blue eyes at him. "Lance, would you ,like, go out with me tomorrow night?" The girl giggled at the dazed dreamy expression on the ex-brotherhood boy's face.
"Sure pretty Kitty, anything for you" Lance sighed into her ear as he pulled her closer to him.
Rogue rolled her eyes at the pathetically obvious couple as Kitty snuggled closer to her boyfriend and shot a self-satisfied glance at Tabitha, who had obviously thought that the valley girl would have been way too shy to do that kind of thing publicly. The only one who noticed the pain in the Goth girl's eyes was Remy who had sat next to her deliberately. But he did not embarrass her and say anything about it. She needed her dignity. He would at least allow her that.
"I, like, guess it's my turn. Wanda," Kitty smiled. She turned to the scowling Goth who hadn't really ever played this game before seeing as she had spent the last seven of her sixteen years of life in an asylum her father had locked her in when her 'chaos magic' powers manifested. 'Truth or dare?"
"What do you honestly think I'm going to say, Pryde?" Wanda glared incredulously.
"Um. Dare, I guess..." Kitty stammered as the younger girl rolled her fierce blue-green eyes and nodded. "Ok then," Kitty gained a smirk that would be questionable on anybody but especially on sweet, little, Kitty Pryde who was basically innocence personified. "I, like, totally dare you to kiss Toad. On the lips." She smiled in a very un-Kitty-like and mischievous way at the look of utmost horror on Wanda's face.
The Scarlet Witch grimaced and shuddered but she knew that she would never live it down if she refused a dare when she prided herself on her fearlessness. Her twin brother would never let her hear the end of it. And, like, Pietro, she could never resist a challenge. Must have been something in their blood. Maybe it's a Maximoff thing. Or maybe they got it from Magneto. Who knows.
Anyway, she grumbled and walked over to where Toad a.k.a. Todd Tolansky sat. She pursed her lips, leaned in quick, and pulled back as fast as she could. Then she excused herself and hurried off to the bathroom. The sounds of her furiously brushing her teeth were heard.
Toad, however, looked as if he had melted. His ginormous crush on Wanda was legendary at the institute. The only more reluctant to love girl was Rogue. Yet Wanda had just kissed him. Wanda! He briefly wondered if he was dreaming and decided that if he was, he never wanted to wake up.
Many of the others smiled and smirked at the dopey grin that was plastered on his face. "Yo, thanks Pryde, I owe you." He said, still awestruck and starry eyed. He sighed in the way lovesick teens often do. "She makes a guy want to...brush his teeth. Or maybe even take a shower..." many of the other teens grimaced in disgust at the boy's depressing lack of hygiene.
Wanda reentered the room. She did not look too happy. "My turn. Alright Toad, you slimy little creep. Truth or dare?" she growled menacingly.
"For you, Baby Cakes, I'll pick dare." He grinned as she snarled and restrained herself from hexing the amphibious boy through the wall.
"Alright then," she said icily and with a strangely evil spark in her blue-green eyes. " I dare you to either go return Kitty's favor and go play tonsil hockey with HER or I dare you to learn to keep up with your hygiene which includes a shower every day, wash your disgusting hair daily, and brush those slimy things you call teeth at least three times daily, oh and you have to do that one for at least a month."
Toad stared into the face of the one girl he loved more than anything else in the world for the better part of a year. She had him floored. She knew that he despised Kitty for almost taking Lance away from the Brotherhood that one time, but he also had severe issues with the hygiene thing. It was hard to maintain that sort of thing when one lived with a skin type that secreted slime on an hourly basis. As he pondered which of his choices was the lesser of the two evils, it was discovered that Kitty had mysteriously vanished.
"I guess I have to take option number two, Sweetums." He shrugged. Kitty's head phased back up through the floor and she sighed in extreme relief. She phased her whole body back up into the room and sat down again. "Hmmmm. Who wants to be my next victim, yo?" He surveyed the group and his sickly yellow eyes met the hazel ones of Sam Guthrie (A/N: I think I just killed his last name. Poor Cannonball!). " Ah, Guthrie, Truth or Dare, yo?"
"Uh, truth. Ah guess..." the blond Kentucky native shrugged non-chalantly.
Toad looked thoughtful for a moment. "What is the name of the first girl you ever kissed and what girl here is the hottest, yo?"
The Southern boy blushed and looked at his sneakers, clearly embarrassed. "Uh...Ah've neveh (never) actually kissed anyone."
"Hey man you gotta answer the other part, yo!"
"Huh? Well Ah guess that Ah think Ah kinda-sorta-in-a-way-think-Jubilee's-realleh (really)-cool-and-pretteh (pretty)." The group blinked in amazement. Sam had just spoken as fast, if not faster than, Pietro. All the while, his eyes never left his feet. Even Jubilee who was the dictionary definition of the opposite of shy blushed a little.
"So, it's mah turn now huh? Roberto, truth or dare?"
The Brazilian over-achiever smirked at his friend who still had a bright right blush on his face. "Dare buddy. No such thing as a challenge I won't do."
"Rahght (right) then, Uh...I dare yah ta...uh...sing Avril Lavigne's song "Complicated" in a tele-tubby voice."
"Roberto blinked and did as dared. (A/N: Does that not conjure up a hilarious mental image?) Everyone laughed at the result. ' Right, Jubilee, Truth or Dare?"
She grinned. " Like, dare, duh!"
"Alright Jubes. I dare you to make it so Guthrie can answer the question of who is the first girl he ever kissed."
Jubilee blushed scarlet, though it looked like merely a slight pinkening of her cheeks compared to Sam's facial color.
"I'm, like, not too sure..." she trailed off uncertainly.
"Aw c'mon Jubes!" several of the people around her chorused enthusiastically. Usually Jubilation Lee would be her fiery wise-girl self and be boldly speaking out against all things shy. However, she was currently acting timid and unsure.
"Hey are you okay? Earth to Jubilee!" her friend Bobby Drake said while waving a hand in front of her face. He grimly turned to the group. "See guys!! Jubilee acting shy?!? I tell you it is all-"
"Oh for heavens sake Bobby!" Amara shook her head. "Not the whole alien conspiracy thing again, please? We don't want to hear your theory. We know you think that aliens are taking over the government and are slowly infiltrating our world and all that other stuff but really, enough is enough."
Bobby sighed and looked crestfallen. Everybody always rejected his theories. Especially about alien invasion. Someday he knew he'd prove their existence. Then everyone would be sorry. And wouldn't his friends be proud then? Maybe Amara would never pit herself against him again. If only he could prove it.
"Bobby, I'm sorry but your theories are just crazy. Especially the ones about the aliens and the Red Sox. There are no aliens and the Red Sox will NOT ever win the world Series. It is totally all about the Yankees winning.
Bobby scowled at her while holding a hand over his heart with a pained expression on his face. He felt hurt and betrayed. "I'm hurt Amara. The Sox are so gonna go the distance this year! They have a very good team and it's their year. I can feel it! And you THINK there are no aliens. Someday I'll prove to you-ALL of you that they are real!"
Tabitha leaned over to Amara who happened to be her best friend. "Did he forget the medicine this morning or something?" Then she spoke to Bobby. "Both of you are wrong, Sorry Iceboy, but this is not the Sox year. 'Mara, it isn't the year of the Yankees either. It is all about the Mets this year!" The girl smirked, satisfied, as the two others blanched at her statement.
"Like, you guys are all so wrong!" Kitty protested angrily. "I just know that the Cubs are going to blow your teams out of the water!"
"You follow baseball?" Rogue raised her eyebrows at her best friend.
"Like, yeah. why?" Kitty asked confused.
"Well, Ah always thought yah'd be mo' inta ballet o' somethin', Kit.'
"Well, I, like, have to support the Cubs, you know? They're from my hometown and all. And Daddy loves them so I've been watching games since the day they brought me home. He always wanted a son to watch sports with but he said it was more fun with me cuz he got to explain everything to me."
"The Cubs? Nah. Ah follow the Bulldogs from back home Ah think they're the best." Rogue smirked. ( sorry about the name of the team. I know very little about baseball teams and less about Mississippi so I looked on a web page and found that this is a team in Mississippi. But I do not know if it's pro or not so just pretend they are good if you don't know who they are :]) )
"YOU follow baseball?" several people gasped. Rogue seemed the kind of girl to not give a rats butt about sports, and yet she nodded enthusiastically.
'Yeah. Ah do. Anyone got a problem with that?" the eighteen-year-old Goth girl exclaimed. Everyone quickly shook their head's 'no'.
"Well, Remy follows de 'Scention Braves. (Again, ame story. I know close to nothing about sports in Louisiana so bear with me on the internet info I have not clue if its accurate :[) ) But, as 'musin' as dis all is, dere is still de issue o' de Jubilee fille blushin' an' she still gotta do de dare..."
Jubilee nervously stumbled over to where the poor embarrassed Southern boy sat, studying his shoelaces intently. She gently took his face in her hands and kissed his lips abruptly. Both parties seemed to enjoy it immensely. His eyes widened as sparks were involuntarily emitted from her fingertips. The force of their projection forced each of the two kissing teens away from each other.
Both Jubilee and Sam had sheepish grins on their faces. Their separation was met with catcalls, cheering, and laughter and an eye roll from Rogue who was clearly jealous of her fellow housemates' ability to share even simple touch.
Jubilee grinned, still visibly dazed. She proceeded to ask Jaime the most embarrassing thing of his life. He's only thirteen so it's not too bad. He once threw up on a doctor, but hey he is the baby of the group. (A/N: for now anyway :} ) Jamie then proceeded Rahne to squeak like a mouse and run around in circles in her wolf form. With a raised eyebrow she did as dared.
"Pyro, Truth or dare, Laddie?" She asked the Australian candidly.
He gave her a pitying look. "Dare Sheila. Dare." He then proceeded to terrify the occupants of the room by cackling insanely and flicking the top of his lighter.
"I dare ye te create a couple a fire figures o' the kiss our dear Jubilee and Sam just had."
The Aussie firebug did that happily. The couple in question blushed all over again and it was clear that the kiss was still fresh in their minds.
"Colossus, me mate" Pyro grinned an amusing glint in his big blue eyes. " Truth or dare?" He asked laughing insanely as his fire figures continued to reenact the kiss.
"Truth" the very tall Russian said softly. He looked very uncomfortable.
"What Sheila has had the greatest affect on your life?"
"Vell, their vuss Ilyana..."his steel gray eyes took on a dreamy quality. "She vuss the one who told me zat everything eez the way eet eez for a reason."
Everybody's interest peaked. Nobody had ever heard Piotr Rasputin talk about a girl before.
"Describe her te me, mate! I've never heard ye talk 'bout a Sheila before!" Pyro exclaimed incredulously.
"Vell, she vuss from back in Russia. She vuss pretty and sveet and full of laughter all ze time. She vuss more angelic zen all of Heaven. Our father alvays said zat-"
"Hey! Back up a bit Colossus!" Pyro gaped at his friend. "Ye mean to tell me that the Sheila ye got all misty-eyed over is yer sister?!?!"
"Yes" the tall boy nodded sullenly. "Vhen she died my whole world fell apart. I never vuss involved vith girls again in fear that she would take Ilyana's place in my heart."
"Crikey, I'm sorry, mate." Pyro said sincerely. "I...didn't know..."
"It is alright my comrade. You vere curious. And...It vuss many years ago..."The Russian sighed and looked lost in his thoughts for a moment. Several people shook their heads in sympathy. "Vell, truth or dare Freddy."
It took the very large boy from Texas a few moments to realize that the brooding Russian had addressed him. "Uhhhh." Blob thought hard for a minute or two. He had seen some pretty embarrassing dares, but truths could be just as upsetting. "Um, dare I guess" he figured his chances at getting a scary dare were not too bad with the quiet Russian.
"Vell then, I dare you to prank call the principal of your school."
Blob picked up the phone and dialed Principal Kelly's number. At the same time he was glad it was summer vacation so the man could not give out detentions if he discovered who was calling.
"Hello? Princip-I mean Mr. Kelly? Is your refrigerator running? It is? Oh, then you'd better go catch it!" click. The large boy quickly hung up and looked pleased with himself.
"That was lame." Bobby commented. "I mean, come on! that is the oldest joke in the book!"
"Forget about lame!" Jean shrieked. "That was so irresponsible! How can you just disrespect authority like that Freddy?"
"I dunno." Blob answered honestly. "But I don't think that weasel deserves any respect."
"But, he's the principal!" Jean looked appalled. "Piotr, why did you tell him to do that?"
"Calm down Red it's only a game." Tabitha sneered at the perfect preppy redhead.
Jean merely hyperventilated more. "We're gonna get in so much trouble! Xavier trusted us and then you go and pull this!" She continued ranting until Rogue stood up and got in her face.
"Jean?" The girl asked calmly. "
"What Rogue?" Jean asked irritably.
"Would yah kahndleh (kindly) SHUT UP!?!?" Jean tumbled back a bit in shock. Then she huffed and sat down scowling. Under her breath she kept muttering about how immature everyone was being.
Remy glanced at Rogue in appreciation and awe. She was bursting with self-confidence. Then he realized that it was really all an elaborate act. She was a terrified girl who hid insecurities behind a fearless act. But she really did have guts to stand up to miss prissy Grey all by herself. He definitely liked feisty girls. She was incredibly spunky. He found that attractive. Very attractive. She noticed him staring and glared in response.
"Amanda truth or dare" Amanda smiled at Fred. "I feel like taking a risk, so dare."
"I..uh...dare you to kiss the Blue Boy. Like you would if none of us were here." Blob said all this with a smirk. Surely sweet little Amanda would never be that bold.
"Is that all?" Amanda asked in shock. She had been preparing for the worst when the former brotherhood Boy had picked her. But she was not the shy little girl she had been when she met Kurt. No since they had been living a real life version of Romeo and Juliet (only she hoped they would have a happier ending) she had become emboldened and lost her shyness. She laughed at his bewildered look and walked over to Kurt. She slid into his lap and her arms snaked around his neck. She kissed him gently and he seemed to melt into a puddle of mush.
She smirked and walked back to her own spot on the floor. Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she turned to Amara. "Truth or dare Amara?"
The young princess from Nova Roma smiled softly. "I am of the opinion that truth would be the safer option."
"Alright," Amanda smiled gently at the young girl. " Do you like Bobby as in boyfriend material?" A smirked leapt to Amanda's face.
"Yeah I really do." Amara said flirtatiously, while batting her pretty brown eyes at the Bostonian in question. Bobby's pale cheeks took on a slight blush and Remy jokingly patted him on the back.
"Way t' go homme (man)! Dat une be tres jolie. Not as belle as Remy's Chére, mais she be a jolie fille."
At his words Rogue rolled her eyes. "Ah ain't yah dear, Swamp Rat. Don't call meh Chére."
"Y' wound Remy, chére." He held a hand over his heart dramatically. "Y' hurt Remy right here..."
"Mah name ain't chére, Swamp rat." She grumbled. "If yah keep callin' meh that yah gonna have a real wound." She threatened.
"Well dat be okay. Will y' kiss de wound an' make it all better?" He smirked at her little squeak of indignance. "Remy take that as a non, huh?"
"How long does it take ta git a restrainin' order on yah housemate?" Rogue asked the group of others who had abandoned the game to watch the latest installment of "Git away from meh yah stupid Swamp Rat", which seemed to be the favorite soap opera of the occupants of the institute. Everybody could tell Rogue had a thing for him, but she would rather swallow a cow's eyeball before she would admit it to any body-especially herself. And Remy, well, he never gave up. She was the ultimate challenge and he NEVER refused a challenge. "Oh Ah s'pose y'all fahnd (find) this funneh (funny) huh?!"
"Incredibly." Tabitha answered chuckling.
"It takes at least six months to apply for a restraining order, Rogue." Wanda supplied. "And before you or anyone asks. Yes I have looked into it. I have seriously looked into it against my idiot twin and the disgusting little amphibian over there. I still have like a month and a half until mine are activated." The sixteen-year-old smirked at the look Pietro had given her. She ignored the sad squeak Toad gave.
"Is this true, Cuddle bumps? Do you really mean it? Quick! Everyone, Mesmero must have gotten to her! Or maybe Drake's right yo! Its gotta be the aliens! Wanda-kins would never forsake me!"
Wanda looked over at Toad in disgust. Then she turned back to Rogue. "For this case I recommend pushing it on charges of sexual harassment. It'll all go faster and then you won't have to deal with the Cajun ever again.
Rogue smiled and thought for a few moments. Remy scowled at Magneto's daughter. "Look here, fille! Remy does not harass the femme! She ain't neveh told Remy not t' flirt wit' her! An' Remy don't know de belle femme's real name t' call her by it! Not Remy's fault dat she can't take a compliment!"
"It ain't a compliment comin' from yah Swamp Rat! Cuz Ah ain't yah dear!!!! I don' wanna be yah chére!"
"Remy t'inks dat be a double standard, petite!" the Cajun glowered. "Y' kin call Remy whatever de heck y' want but when Remy compliments y', y' complain!"
"Stupid Swamp Rat!!! Ah don't want no compliments from yah!" The girl stood her ground and got in his face. She glared at him defiantly. All five foot six inches and 99 lbs. of her matched against his tall, six foot three inch and 180 lbs frame.
"Chére, Remy's name ain't Swamp Rat. How d' y' 'spect Remy t' call y' by y' name, if y' can' get Remy's name right?" He smirked as she snarled and crossed her arms.
"Cuz Ah said so." She answered with the stubbornness of a three year old. (Yes that is a bit of foreshadowing) Much to her surprise, Remy burst out laughing.
"Can't beat dat logic huh?" He chuckled. "Cuz y' said so? Dat de best y' got fo' dis Cajun, Chére?" He drawled.
"Ah hate yah, Swamp Rat." She stated grumpily.
He smirked warmly at her. "Remy adoréz-vous aussi mon amour. Vous ettes le fleur de mon coeur, ma petite et tres belle Chére. (Remy loves you too, my love. You are the flower of my heart, my little and very beautiful dear)"
Rogue blinked in shock. She understood exactly what he had just said due to the fact that she had lived right across the Mississippi from the Cajuns her whole life and had taken the language in school. She threw him a death glare and responded without missing a beat.
"Mon dieu, je te hais, Remy! (My God! I hate you Remy!)"
Now it was his turn to be shocked but he didn't let it show in his face or body at all. "Tu es comprehendé moi? Tu parles français? (You understand me? You speak French?)"
She rolled her eyes exasperatedly. "Non. Je parle japonais idiot. Vous toujours demandez telles questions stupides? (No. I am speaking Japanese, idiot. Do you always ask such stupid questions?)"
"Oui mais seulement quand je suis avec vous. Votre beauté fait que me, Chére. (Yes. but only when I am with you. Your beauty does that to me, dear.)" He smirked.
Rogue rolled her eyes and sneered. "Si vous gardez la vocation me cela, je vais vous tuer. (If you keep calling me that I will kill you.)"
"Oh, je suis terrifié. Sûr vous me tuerez. Je vraiment vous crois. Quand même, Remy est grand mais il n'est pas Dieu. N'importe comment beaucoup de filles pensent qu'il est. (Oh, I am terrified. Sure you will kill me. I really believe you. Anyway, Remy is great but he isn't God. No matter how many girls think he is)" Remy said the first part sarcastically and suavely purred the last part.
Rogue again rolled her eyes. "Vous êtes un ver de terre! Vous vraiment pensez que vous êtes le don de Dieu aux femmes fait vous pas? (You are a worm! You really do think you are God's gift to women don't you?)" (A/N: Aw, you mean he isn't?)
"Oui. Remy est tout emballé et attendant en haut son petite chére découvrir que comme tant de filles autres. Remy a même une petite carte et un petit arc que dit, à Rogue avec l'amour. (Yes. Remy is all wrapped up and waiting for his chére to discover that like so many other girls. Remy even has a little card and bow that says, to Rogue with love.)
"Je sais quell genre de don que vous êtes-ils! Vous êtes le don que personne ne veut si que vous recevez tout le monde avez passé au moins une fois. Alors vous finissez par dans quelque endroit caché dans le placard. ( I know what kind of gift you are! You are the gift that nobody wants so you get passed to everybody at least once. Then you end up in some hidden place in the closet.)"
"Qu'était maintenant seulement des moyens. Mais Remy promet que si vous le gardez, vous serez la dernière personne qui reçoit l'actuel jamais. (Now that was just mean. But Remy promises that if you keep him, you'll be the last person who gets the present ever.)' He winked suggestively at her and her eyes got huge.
"Vous le cochon de discusting!! Vous méritez pour mourir pour faire de commentaires comme cela! (You discusting pig!!! You deserve to die for making comments like that!)" She screamed.
Um, RogueJean's telepathic voice broke Rogue's ranting. As fascinating as that was, I believe all of us are getting rather bored and would like to continue the game.
Rogue blinked a few times and calmed down. She had completely forgotten that they were in the rec room with all their housemates surrounding them. She blushed scarlet instantly.
The other teens sat there incredibly amused. They had been viewing each of the two Southerners firing at each other in French like spectators at a tennis match. Not one of them really had a clue what was said since the only ones who spoke French at all were only into their first or second years in school. Also, Remy and Rogue were both fluent so to any normal American, they sounded like they were talking as fast as Pietro did.
"I'm like so totally stupid!" Kitty declared. "Why on Earth did I take Latin and Spanish at school. French would have been more useful." The petite girl pouted.
"Trust me Kitty, it wouldn't have helped." Wanda gave a rare smile. "I have seven years of French from when I was in the asylum and it was like trying to decipher what my brother says when he is on a sugar high. Both of them are fluent. They've been speaking it since they were kids."
"It was very hard. Impossibly. But the basic just of it was that it was an argument." Jean commented. "What were you two going on about anyway?"
"Yeah anyone have a Cajun-to-English dictionary?" Tabitha joked.
"De two o' us were jus' settin' a few t'ings straight mes amis." Remy shrugged impishly. "Ain't dat right...Chérie?"
"Ah have ta ask Sugah, are yah suicidal? Cuz yah really pushin' for death raght (right) now." She asked in a saccharine-sweet voice.
He smirked cockily. "Non y' need dis homme, Chére. Remy ain't neveh gonna leave his belle femme on her own."
Rogue just groaned. "I am sick of this. Lets get back to whatever we were doing prior to that li'l screamin' match, please?" She begged.
"Y' don' remember d' y', Chérie?" he grinned like the Cheshire cat. "Well- we were-playin' trut' ou dare wit' all de ot'ers." He finished lamely at a stern look from Jean. He could've had some fun with that statement of hers but Jean had perused his thoughts and had warned him that Jamie was only thirteen and Rahne was barely fourteen.
"Oh yeah now Ah remembeh (remember). Go on Amara, take yah turn." All the other people laughed and Amara smiled mischievously.
"Bobby? Truth or Dare?" She cooed in a flirty way to her boyfriend.
"Dare. I would not be Robert Adam Drake if I chose anything else, now would I?" He chuckled lightly. His big ice blue eyes twinkled with the mischief that always seemed to surge from the boy who was the unspoken leader of the new recruits.
"No, I guess not." Amara grinned, clearly amused. "I dare you to make a caricature ice sculpture of all of us. And you have to show how you really feel about each of us."
"They don't call me Iceman for nothing!" He said enthusiastically as he set his powers to work. The result was less mobile but no less amusing than Pyro's fire figures. They were constructed next to the person they represented. They emphasized flaws or features Bobby noticed about each person. For example, Jean's was of her in her soccer uniform and holding a tiny round mirror in one hand and a lipstick container in the other, with a stressed facial expression.
"I do Not obsess over my looks!" Jean protested hotly.
"Oh Jean, yah makeup is smudged" Rogue said coyly.
"What! Oh no! What is it? Thanks for telling me Rogue! I owe you! I can't have anything ruin my gorgeous perfect l- Oh. That was NOT funny Rogue."
"Ladies an' Gentleman" Rogue paused. "An' Remy an' Pietro-"
"Dat's mechante Chére!" Remy protested. "Remy be de bes' Sout'ern gen'leman in de Nort'! An' y' go an classify Remy wit' de Speed bump!"
"Whateveh Sugah. As Ah was sayin' befo' Ah was so rudeleh (rudely) interrupted, Ah believe Ah jus' proved a point." She rolled her eyes and glared at Remy and then Jean. Jean hmphed and Bobby continued.
"So Ray, truth or dare?" The boy asked with extreme concentration as he put the finishing touches on the final two figures: himself and a beautifully detailed Amara. Hers was more of a lovely statue than a caricature. Her head was to the side; a gorgeous smile on her face and she was accepting a rose that the ice-Bobby offered to her.
"Dude, do you even have to ask?" Ray flashed his lopsided grin to his friend. He walked over to the bookshelf and removed a dictionary. He flipped the pages and started to read. "Ray Crisp: a devilishly hot guy who has never to this day even considered resisting any sort of challenge, competition, or DARE! Cross-reference; see Daredevil."
"Are you done?" Bobby asked grinning.
"Yeah that about covers it." Ray nodded as he returned the wide grin.
"Good. You probably wouldn't tell the truth anyway. So I take it you just asked for a dare huh?
"You have to ask?" The tall blonde with spiky red highlights smirked with both of his eyebrows raised.
"I should know better by now shouldn't I?" Bobby shook his head in amusement. "Just checking. I dare you to..." Bobby paused, grinning manically. "...to go up to one of the girls' bedrooms. And try on one of their dresses. And come back down here wearing it and acting like said girl."
This statement was met by giggles from the girls. The boys smirked and chuckled. Ray looked a little unnerved but he retreated to the stairs.
As Ray headed up to the dorms, Rogue called after him. "Don't even think 'bout touchin' mah clothes Berserker!"
The group waited patiently. It felt like it was taking forever. The girls were anxious to see whose wardrobe had been ransacked. The guys wanted to tease their friend about him in a dress. When Pyro burst into an insane giggling fit, nobody paid it much heed. But when he was literally rolling on the floor, they looked up and the next second they were all rolling with laughter too. All except for Kitty who buried her face in her hands as she laughed.
Standing in the doorway was Ray, only...not. He was wearing a dress that Kitty's parents had sent for her birthday a year ago. It was pink and flattered her petite frame and figure immeasurably. However it was appalling on Ray, who was a good foot taller than Kitty and was well, a guy lacking any feminine figure whatsoever.
"Like, what do you guys, like, think?" He asked in a mock-up of Kitty's valley-girl way of talking. "Isn't pink, like, so totally, not my color? Well, like, spill! Does this, like, totally make me look fat or what?" He asked, soaking up all the attention and loving every minute of it, even though he was wearing a dress.
Everybody's hysterical laughter followed his comment.
"So can I, like, change back into my normal clothes and, like, stop acting like Pryde?" he begged hopefully. Everybody nodded, unable to talk as they were still howling with laughter.
"Oh and like, Rogue?" He paused at a safe distance while he was halfway up the stairs. "Don't like, worry. I totally didn't touch your clothes. The only dresses you, like, own are, like, all depressing and icksome. Not to mention that I would totally need therapy cuz they are all uglier than sin." He then tore up the stairs as she growled and cast him a death glare.
Shortly afterwards, Ray hurried back down stairs in his normal clothes. "Thanks for the loan Kitty. I didn't ruin it or anything." He smiled softly. "I never want to do that again." he informed his pals. Tabitha looked at her camera and snickered. This was going to be an awesome month. It would surely be full of great photo-ops and black-mail opportunities. (Little does she know how right she is...teehee:]) )
"You would make a lousy girl, buddy," Bobby laughed. "But out of curiosity, why did you go for Kitty's stuff? She is probably the smallest girl here. You are at least a foot taller than her and well, you are no Kitty Pryde. Lets just leave it at that. If I were you, I would've gone for Rogue. She is closer to your height."
"Ok number1.- Kitty is the least likely to murder me. #2.- Rogue's clothes scare me. Number three- Kitty is the easiest to mock. And number 4- Well, lets just say Rogue's style is...different from most of the other girls here. Kind-of, sort-of more...revealing." Ray looked incredibly uncomfortable as Rogue made a tiny noise that was a mix between anger, disbelief, and embarrassment and Remy glared daggers at the younger boy.
"Ok Lance truth or dare?" He said quickly so the topic would be changed.
"Hm?" the older boy looked up. He had basically attached his arm to Kitty's shoulder and he was perfectly content to cuddle his girl friend as close as he could. In fact, to get any closer, she would have had to either sit on his lap or phase into his side.
"Truth or Dare?" Ray repeated while smirking.
"I have seen way too many dares so truth." Lance responded, disinterestedly. He had lost interest in the game for many reasons. For one thing he was all huggy with Kitty. His brain had pretty much turned to mush. Also it was getting late and the younger kids were beginning to look dead on their feet. Yeah, he was a bit irresponsible. Ok, he was the leader of the Brotherhood and as mature as a dead bug a lot of the time. But somewhere in his brain and heart, something forced him to take care of those who need it. One common misconception of him was that he was tough and only looked out for himself. Wrong. He was really honorable and all that. He believed in protecting the weak since nobody had done it for him. He was just forced to live a tough life and hang with the bad boys. But really he was good at heart. And right now, the responsible side of him was screaming at him as he watched Jamie's eyes disappear and reappear at half mast, and occasionally yawn. He knew that the sooner the game ended the sooner the kids could get to sleep.
"We all know you like Kitty and vice-versa. The key question is how far are you going to take the relationship?" an evil grin spread over Ray's face.
Lance blinked and his cheeks gained a bit of color. "Well, I am not exactly sure. I am only nineteen and she is just seventeen. We're kind of young to be thinking about things like levels of relationships. But I know I am willing to spend the rest of forever with her. But I'll leave it up to her since her happiness is all that matters to me. It is her decision." Kitty beamed at him and snuggled her head into his shoulder.
"Pie-Pie-Pietro? truth or d-d-d-d-dare?" Lance asked as he tried and failed to suppress a yawn.
"I-can-never-resist-a-challenge-Avalanche. You-know-that-better-than-anyone" Pietro shook his silver-haired head in pity of his best friend.
"Fine then I dare you to walk-not run-walk, at a normal human speed three times around the room in whatever you are wearing for underwear." Lance mumbled sleepily. A scarlet flush rose to Pietro's albino pale skin. He somewhat hesitantly walked over to the bathroom. A few seconds later he emerged sheepishly. This was very new. Pietro Maximoff was being shy! The girls who had been modestly covering their eyes, peeked expecting the worst. They all dropped their hands in slight surprise.
Pietro stood there wearing a tight, white, muscle shirt and a pair of blue boxer shorts. He was all muscled and toned from his years of playing basketball. He was very evidently self conscious about how he looked to the girls. He tried to act all macho and cocky and proud as usual, by throwing certain girls smirks and winks but it was impossible to miss how his cheeks grew steadily pinker by the millisecond. When his dare was over, he used super speed to go back into the bathroom and put all his normal clothes back on and return. (A/N: okay all you rabid Pietro fans! That was for all of you out there who like the scrawny little Albino. And it is dedicated to Alix by the way. I have nothing against him, but come on people...he is like maybe 16 and his hair is white! Who would date that?! I wouldn't, would you? Seriously if a dude with white hair asked you out what would you say? I mean yeah, he is kinda hot but he is a freaking albino for crying out loud! Ok now that I am done ranting all of you who have drool buckets out can quit for now.)
"Truth or dare, Daniels?" he asked, trying to sound non-chalant.
"I don't trust you Maximoff, truth." Evan calmly told his rival.
"Fine then." Pietro looked slightly put-out but he recovered. " Why don't you have a girl friend?"
"I could ask you the same question, Pietro." Evan glowered. "But I just haven't really met the right girl yet. Gambit truth or dare?"
"Remy's also seen way too many fright'nin' dares. So he t'inks dat trut' be de safer o' de two, non?" The Cajun smirked.
"Fine then." Evan grumbled. "Let me see...Oh yeah, why are you always hangin' around Rogue and bothering her even though she seems to hate you?"
Evan had apparently thought that this would make the older boy a little nervous. He was surprised when the Cajun laughed merrily, causing many of the girls to sigh and giggle.
"Spikey, mon ami, Remy likes de belle fille. "'E enjoys spendin' time wit' 'er. An' Remy always likes a challenge mon ami." He smiled flirtatiously at Rogue who rolled her eyes and groaned. "Chére? Trut' ou dare, ma petite?" he winked suggestively at her.
"Don't call meh that." she growled. Then she batted her emerald orb eyes at him. "Ah know yah won' make meh do anehthin' bad so Ah pick dare, sugah."
"Alright Chére. Remy dares y' t' let him kiss y', petite." At this statement many eyes sprang open. Rogue's own emerald orbs were as wide as dinner plates.
"What!?! Ah can't. Yah idiot! Y'all know that Ah can't kiss anybody! D' y'all wanna end up in a coma?" She was panicking because he didn't look like he was joking and he didn't seem concerned about loosing his memories to Rogue.
"Remy didn't know y' cared, chére." Remy purred into her ear.
"She doesn't!" Scott growled before Rogue could even open her mouth to respond or protest.
"Ja!" Kurt snarled, jumping to his beloved sister's defense. "She just does not vant your deezcusting thoughts in her head!"
"Yeah, Gambit," Jean chided. "Can't you see that Rogue is scared of her power?"
A deadly hush fell over the room....
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Geez that was a doozy to write! 15 typed pages, wow. I am never going to write another long chapter as long as I live...My fingers are killing me from all that typing.
Lets see, I promised a preview poem didn't I? Well here it goes:
Rogue admits her crush
And turns to mush
A simple kiss,
Creates Romy bliss!
Jean tells a story
that makes Rogue worry,
That her secret is out
And then she shall Pout.
What do you think? How was chapter four? Did you like it? Hate it? Think trained assassin penguins should peck me to death? If so then let me know. Heck Pyro is fire deprived so send the flames. I can take it. Well actually Pyro will...
Wow. In hindsight I see that that was a romantic chapter. What do you think? Is my Lancitty good? How about the Kurmanda? And the Bobby/Amara relationship. And most importantly the Romy!!! I like it but it might just be a Heartsyhawk thing you know?
I thank all of you and now we must discuss something very important. Yes. It is about the lovely little button at the bottom of this page. You know it is there. I know it is there. Lets all stop with the pretending. Denial is not just a river in Egypt you know. Please review!!!! It boosts my self esteem to a happy level. I need new reviews......
Oh yeah...I need a Disclaimer: Here's a question for y'all. If I, Heartsyhawk, owned the X-Men (in any form), why would she even approach this website with a ten-foot pole? Helloooooo! I do believe this is *clears throat* FANFICTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Doesn't that mean I kinda don't own anything I write about here?! or is that just my interpretation, huh? Ok. Ok. I so do NOT own X-Men Evolution or any books, bands, products, or corporations, etcetera, discussed in this story. I own my three OC's, my afore mentioned properties and the second pink sock which continues to evade my capture...So read on friend's; read on...
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Shout outs:
Rowena Zahnrei- Hey you are my first reviewer! You get a gold medal and my 1,000,000-watt smile! Ok you had some questions for me huh? Ok first I must explain that when I originally wrote the prologue I included the statement that I would explain the sudden vacation at a later time. I apologize profusely for the fact that it was somehow deleted. But I promise that the quick departure will not seem as rushed when I explain that in a later chapter. Lets see, as to the sudden leaving of the normal kids...I blame Cody. Yeah him...Its all his fault. No seriously, I'm still just a rookie at this. I guess I did rush that but I should not have even brought them in, as I view it with hindsight. They were just there to move things along. Thanks for the tips though. I'll try to be less hurried and vague in the future. Read on and enjoy!
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SickmindedSucker- I have a feeling I just massacred your name. If I did I am sorry. Anyway I love truth or dare! There are so many possibilities...You can make anyone do anything! And trust me I will...LOL! Nope, sorry it's not Scott in a dress. Read on to see whom...hopefully you'll like the next installment of Back in Diapers!
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I just want to say thank you to all of you out there....those who reviewed and those who only read this! Gold stars and smilee stickers to my reviewers, and silver stars to those who didn't review...Next time please review for me please? I don't have cooties and I don't bite (unless I am provoked but that's another story...). Anywhoozles Read on...And now, on with the story!!!
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Last time on X-Men Evolution: "Oh go on Professor!"(adults board X-Jet.) "Party anyone?"(Ray smirks impishly.(Rogue sighs while watching Kurt and Amanda kiss) "De green eyed monster got y' huh?" (Remy smirks as Rogue scowls.) "The name of the game is truth or dare..." (Tabitha grins evilly and rubs her hands together.)...
Many sharply inhaled breaths and evil and impish grins followed Tabitha's statement. Eyes darted around mischievously and several people giggled nervously at what the blonde haired mutant mischief-maker had just suggested.
"I'll start since the game was my idea," Tabitha smirked. "Hmmm. Kitty! Pick your poison, truth...or dare?"
"Um, like, truth." the brunette Valley-girl giggled.
"Ok, lets see..." Tabitha thought for a moment. She had been hoping the younger girl would choose dare. But hey, this WAS Kitty Pryde here. "Who do you think is the cutest guy in this room and would you ask him out in front of all of us?" Tabitha asked with a quirked eyebrow and pointed grin.
"Um, well the first part is, like, Lance, like, duh! And as to the second part..." she turned to Lance and batted her big baby blue eyes at him. "Lance, would you ,like, go out with me tomorrow night?" The girl giggled at the dazed dreamy expression on the ex-brotherhood boy's face.
"Sure pretty Kitty, anything for you" Lance sighed into her ear as he pulled her closer to him.
Rogue rolled her eyes at the pathetically obvious couple as Kitty snuggled closer to her boyfriend and shot a self-satisfied glance at Tabitha, who had obviously thought that the valley girl would have been way too shy to do that kind of thing publicly. The only one who noticed the pain in the Goth girl's eyes was Remy who had sat next to her deliberately. But he did not embarrass her and say anything about it. She needed her dignity. He would at least allow her that.
"I, like, guess it's my turn. Wanda," Kitty smiled. She turned to the scowling Goth who hadn't really ever played this game before seeing as she had spent the last seven of her sixteen years of life in an asylum her father had locked her in when her 'chaos magic' powers manifested. 'Truth or dare?"
"What do you honestly think I'm going to say, Pryde?" Wanda glared incredulously.
"Um. Dare, I guess..." Kitty stammered as the younger girl rolled her fierce blue-green eyes and nodded. "Ok then," Kitty gained a smirk that would be questionable on anybody but especially on sweet, little, Kitty Pryde who was basically innocence personified. "I, like, totally dare you to kiss Toad. On the lips." She smiled in a very un-Kitty-like and mischievous way at the look of utmost horror on Wanda's face.
The Scarlet Witch grimaced and shuddered but she knew that she would never live it down if she refused a dare when she prided herself on her fearlessness. Her twin brother would never let her hear the end of it. And, like, Pietro, she could never resist a challenge. Must have been something in their blood. Maybe it's a Maximoff thing. Or maybe they got it from Magneto. Who knows.
Anyway, she grumbled and walked over to where Toad a.k.a. Todd Tolansky sat. She pursed her lips, leaned in quick, and pulled back as fast as she could. Then she excused herself and hurried off to the bathroom. The sounds of her furiously brushing her teeth were heard.
Toad, however, looked as if he had melted. His ginormous crush on Wanda was legendary at the institute. The only more reluctant to love girl was Rogue. Yet Wanda had just kissed him. Wanda! He briefly wondered if he was dreaming and decided that if he was, he never wanted to wake up.
Many of the others smiled and smirked at the dopey grin that was plastered on his face. "Yo, thanks Pryde, I owe you." He said, still awestruck and starry eyed. He sighed in the way lovesick teens often do. "She makes a guy want to...brush his teeth. Or maybe even take a shower..." many of the other teens grimaced in disgust at the boy's depressing lack of hygiene.
Wanda reentered the room. She did not look too happy. "My turn. Alright Toad, you slimy little creep. Truth or dare?" she growled menacingly.
"For you, Baby Cakes, I'll pick dare." He grinned as she snarled and restrained herself from hexing the amphibious boy through the wall.
"Alright then," she said icily and with a strangely evil spark in her blue-green eyes. " I dare you to either go return Kitty's favor and go play tonsil hockey with HER or I dare you to learn to keep up with your hygiene which includes a shower every day, wash your disgusting hair daily, and brush those slimy things you call teeth at least three times daily, oh and you have to do that one for at least a month."
Toad stared into the face of the one girl he loved more than anything else in the world for the better part of a year. She had him floored. She knew that he despised Kitty for almost taking Lance away from the Brotherhood that one time, but he also had severe issues with the hygiene thing. It was hard to maintain that sort of thing when one lived with a skin type that secreted slime on an hourly basis. As he pondered which of his choices was the lesser of the two evils, it was discovered that Kitty had mysteriously vanished.
"I guess I have to take option number two, Sweetums." He shrugged. Kitty's head phased back up through the floor and she sighed in extreme relief. She phased her whole body back up into the room and sat down again. "Hmmmm. Who wants to be my next victim, yo?" He surveyed the group and his sickly yellow eyes met the hazel ones of Sam Guthrie (A/N: I think I just killed his last name. Poor Cannonball!). " Ah, Guthrie, Truth or Dare, yo?"
"Uh, truth. Ah guess..." the blond Kentucky native shrugged non-chalantly.
Toad looked thoughtful for a moment. "What is the name of the first girl you ever kissed and what girl here is the hottest, yo?"
The Southern boy blushed and looked at his sneakers, clearly embarrassed. "Uh...Ah've neveh (never) actually kissed anyone."
"Hey man you gotta answer the other part, yo!"
"Huh? Well Ah guess that Ah think Ah kinda-sorta-in-a-way-think-Jubilee's-realleh (really)-cool-and-pretteh (pretty)." The group blinked in amazement. Sam had just spoken as fast, if not faster than, Pietro. All the while, his eyes never left his feet. Even Jubilee who was the dictionary definition of the opposite of shy blushed a little.
"So, it's mah turn now huh? Roberto, truth or dare?"
The Brazilian over-achiever smirked at his friend who still had a bright right blush on his face. "Dare buddy. No such thing as a challenge I won't do."
"Rahght (right) then, Uh...I dare yah ta...uh...sing Avril Lavigne's song "Complicated" in a tele-tubby voice."
"Roberto blinked and did as dared. (A/N: Does that not conjure up a hilarious mental image?) Everyone laughed at the result. ' Right, Jubilee, Truth or Dare?"
She grinned. " Like, dare, duh!"
"Alright Jubes. I dare you to make it so Guthrie can answer the question of who is the first girl he ever kissed."
Jubilee blushed scarlet, though it looked like merely a slight pinkening of her cheeks compared to Sam's facial color.
"I'm, like, not too sure..." she trailed off uncertainly.
"Aw c'mon Jubes!" several of the people around her chorused enthusiastically. Usually Jubilation Lee would be her fiery wise-girl self and be boldly speaking out against all things shy. However, she was currently acting timid and unsure.
"Hey are you okay? Earth to Jubilee!" her friend Bobby Drake said while waving a hand in front of her face. He grimly turned to the group. "See guys!! Jubilee acting shy?!? I tell you it is all-"
"Oh for heavens sake Bobby!" Amara shook her head. "Not the whole alien conspiracy thing again, please? We don't want to hear your theory. We know you think that aliens are taking over the government and are slowly infiltrating our world and all that other stuff but really, enough is enough."
Bobby sighed and looked crestfallen. Everybody always rejected his theories. Especially about alien invasion. Someday he knew he'd prove their existence. Then everyone would be sorry. And wouldn't his friends be proud then? Maybe Amara would never pit herself against him again. If only he could prove it.
"Bobby, I'm sorry but your theories are just crazy. Especially the ones about the aliens and the Red Sox. There are no aliens and the Red Sox will NOT ever win the world Series. It is totally all about the Yankees winning.
Bobby scowled at her while holding a hand over his heart with a pained expression on his face. He felt hurt and betrayed. "I'm hurt Amara. The Sox are so gonna go the distance this year! They have a very good team and it's their year. I can feel it! And you THINK there are no aliens. Someday I'll prove to you-ALL of you that they are real!"
Tabitha leaned over to Amara who happened to be her best friend. "Did he forget the medicine this morning or something?" Then she spoke to Bobby. "Both of you are wrong, Sorry Iceboy, but this is not the Sox year. 'Mara, it isn't the year of the Yankees either. It is all about the Mets this year!" The girl smirked, satisfied, as the two others blanched at her statement.
"Like, you guys are all so wrong!" Kitty protested angrily. "I just know that the Cubs are going to blow your teams out of the water!"
"You follow baseball?" Rogue raised her eyebrows at her best friend.
"Like, yeah. why?" Kitty asked confused.
"Well, Ah always thought yah'd be mo' inta ballet o' somethin', Kit.'
"Well, I, like, have to support the Cubs, you know? They're from my hometown and all. And Daddy loves them so I've been watching games since the day they brought me home. He always wanted a son to watch sports with but he said it was more fun with me cuz he got to explain everything to me."
"The Cubs? Nah. Ah follow the Bulldogs from back home Ah think they're the best." Rogue smirked. ( sorry about the name of the team. I know very little about baseball teams and less about Mississippi so I looked on a web page and found that this is a team in Mississippi. But I do not know if it's pro or not so just pretend they are good if you don't know who they are :]) )
"YOU follow baseball?" several people gasped. Rogue seemed the kind of girl to not give a rats butt about sports, and yet she nodded enthusiastically.
'Yeah. Ah do. Anyone got a problem with that?" the eighteen-year-old Goth girl exclaimed. Everyone quickly shook their head's 'no'.
"Well, Remy follows de 'Scention Braves. (Again, ame story. I know close to nothing about sports in Louisiana so bear with me on the internet info I have not clue if its accurate :[) ) But, as 'musin' as dis all is, dere is still de issue o' de Jubilee fille blushin' an' she still gotta do de dare..."
Jubilee nervously stumbled over to where the poor embarrassed Southern boy sat, studying his shoelaces intently. She gently took his face in her hands and kissed his lips abruptly. Both parties seemed to enjoy it immensely. His eyes widened as sparks were involuntarily emitted from her fingertips. The force of their projection forced each of the two kissing teens away from each other.
Both Jubilee and Sam had sheepish grins on their faces. Their separation was met with catcalls, cheering, and laughter and an eye roll from Rogue who was clearly jealous of her fellow housemates' ability to share even simple touch.
Jubilee grinned, still visibly dazed. She proceeded to ask Jaime the most embarrassing thing of his life. He's only thirteen so it's not too bad. He once threw up on a doctor, but hey he is the baby of the group. (A/N: for now anyway :} ) Jamie then proceeded Rahne to squeak like a mouse and run around in circles in her wolf form. With a raised eyebrow she did as dared.
"Pyro, Truth or dare, Laddie?" She asked the Australian candidly.
He gave her a pitying look. "Dare Sheila. Dare." He then proceeded to terrify the occupants of the room by cackling insanely and flicking the top of his lighter.
"I dare ye te create a couple a fire figures o' the kiss our dear Jubilee and Sam just had."
The Aussie firebug did that happily. The couple in question blushed all over again and it was clear that the kiss was still fresh in their minds.
"Colossus, me mate" Pyro grinned an amusing glint in his big blue eyes. " Truth or dare?" He asked laughing insanely as his fire figures continued to reenact the kiss.
"Truth" the very tall Russian said softly. He looked very uncomfortable.
"What Sheila has had the greatest affect on your life?"
"Vell, their vuss Ilyana..."his steel gray eyes took on a dreamy quality. "She vuss the one who told me zat everything eez the way eet eez for a reason."
Everybody's interest peaked. Nobody had ever heard Piotr Rasputin talk about a girl before.
"Describe her te me, mate! I've never heard ye talk 'bout a Sheila before!" Pyro exclaimed incredulously.
"Vell, she vuss from back in Russia. She vuss pretty and sveet and full of laughter all ze time. She vuss more angelic zen all of Heaven. Our father alvays said zat-"
"Hey! Back up a bit Colossus!" Pyro gaped at his friend. "Ye mean to tell me that the Sheila ye got all misty-eyed over is yer sister?!?!"
"Yes" the tall boy nodded sullenly. "Vhen she died my whole world fell apart. I never vuss involved vith girls again in fear that she would take Ilyana's place in my heart."
"Crikey, I'm sorry, mate." Pyro said sincerely. "I...didn't know..."
"It is alright my comrade. You vere curious. And...It vuss many years ago..."The Russian sighed and looked lost in his thoughts for a moment. Several people shook their heads in sympathy. "Vell, truth or dare Freddy."
It took the very large boy from Texas a few moments to realize that the brooding Russian had addressed him. "Uhhhh." Blob thought hard for a minute or two. He had seen some pretty embarrassing dares, but truths could be just as upsetting. "Um, dare I guess" he figured his chances at getting a scary dare were not too bad with the quiet Russian.
"Vell then, I dare you to prank call the principal of your school."
Blob picked up the phone and dialed Principal Kelly's number. At the same time he was glad it was summer vacation so the man could not give out detentions if he discovered who was calling.
"Hello? Princip-I mean Mr. Kelly? Is your refrigerator running? It is? Oh, then you'd better go catch it!" click. The large boy quickly hung up and looked pleased with himself.
"That was lame." Bobby commented. "I mean, come on! that is the oldest joke in the book!"
"Forget about lame!" Jean shrieked. "That was so irresponsible! How can you just disrespect authority like that Freddy?"
"I dunno." Blob answered honestly. "But I don't think that weasel deserves any respect."
"But, he's the principal!" Jean looked appalled. "Piotr, why did you tell him to do that?"
"Calm down Red it's only a game." Tabitha sneered at the perfect preppy redhead.
Jean merely hyperventilated more. "We're gonna get in so much trouble! Xavier trusted us and then you go and pull this!" She continued ranting until Rogue stood up and got in her face.
"Jean?" The girl asked calmly. "
"What Rogue?" Jean asked irritably.
"Would yah kahndleh (kindly) SHUT UP!?!?" Jean tumbled back a bit in shock. Then she huffed and sat down scowling. Under her breath she kept muttering about how immature everyone was being.
Remy glanced at Rogue in appreciation and awe. She was bursting with self-confidence. Then he realized that it was really all an elaborate act. She was a terrified girl who hid insecurities behind a fearless act. But she really did have guts to stand up to miss prissy Grey all by herself. He definitely liked feisty girls. She was incredibly spunky. He found that attractive. Very attractive. She noticed him staring and glared in response.
"Amanda truth or dare" Amanda smiled at Fred. "I feel like taking a risk, so dare."
"I..uh...dare you to kiss the Blue Boy. Like you would if none of us were here." Blob said all this with a smirk. Surely sweet little Amanda would never be that bold.
"Is that all?" Amanda asked in shock. She had been preparing for the worst when the former brotherhood Boy had picked her. But she was not the shy little girl she had been when she met Kurt. No since they had been living a real life version of Romeo and Juliet (only she hoped they would have a happier ending) she had become emboldened and lost her shyness. She laughed at his bewildered look and walked over to Kurt. She slid into his lap and her arms snaked around his neck. She kissed him gently and he seemed to melt into a puddle of mush.
She smirked and walked back to her own spot on the floor. Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she turned to Amara. "Truth or dare Amara?"
The young princess from Nova Roma smiled softly. "I am of the opinion that truth would be the safer option."
"Alright," Amanda smiled gently at the young girl. " Do you like Bobby as in boyfriend material?" A smirked leapt to Amanda's face.
"Yeah I really do." Amara said flirtatiously, while batting her pretty brown eyes at the Bostonian in question. Bobby's pale cheeks took on a slight blush and Remy jokingly patted him on the back.
"Way t' go homme (man)! Dat une be tres jolie. Not as belle as Remy's Chére, mais she be a jolie fille."
At his words Rogue rolled her eyes. "Ah ain't yah dear, Swamp Rat. Don't call meh Chére."
"Y' wound Remy, chére." He held a hand over his heart dramatically. "Y' hurt Remy right here..."
"Mah name ain't chére, Swamp rat." She grumbled. "If yah keep callin' meh that yah gonna have a real wound." She threatened.
"Well dat be okay. Will y' kiss de wound an' make it all better?" He smirked at her little squeak of indignance. "Remy take that as a non, huh?"
"How long does it take ta git a restrainin' order on yah housemate?" Rogue asked the group of others who had abandoned the game to watch the latest installment of "Git away from meh yah stupid Swamp Rat", which seemed to be the favorite soap opera of the occupants of the institute. Everybody could tell Rogue had a thing for him, but she would rather swallow a cow's eyeball before she would admit it to any body-especially herself. And Remy, well, he never gave up. She was the ultimate challenge and he NEVER refused a challenge. "Oh Ah s'pose y'all fahnd (find) this funneh (funny) huh?!"
"Incredibly." Tabitha answered chuckling.
"It takes at least six months to apply for a restraining order, Rogue." Wanda supplied. "And before you or anyone asks. Yes I have looked into it. I have seriously looked into it against my idiot twin and the disgusting little amphibian over there. I still have like a month and a half until mine are activated." The sixteen-year-old smirked at the look Pietro had given her. She ignored the sad squeak Toad gave.
"Is this true, Cuddle bumps? Do you really mean it? Quick! Everyone, Mesmero must have gotten to her! Or maybe Drake's right yo! Its gotta be the aliens! Wanda-kins would never forsake me!"
Wanda looked over at Toad in disgust. Then she turned back to Rogue. "For this case I recommend pushing it on charges of sexual harassment. It'll all go faster and then you won't have to deal with the Cajun ever again.
Rogue smiled and thought for a few moments. Remy scowled at Magneto's daughter. "Look here, fille! Remy does not harass the femme! She ain't neveh told Remy not t' flirt wit' her! An' Remy don't know de belle femme's real name t' call her by it! Not Remy's fault dat she can't take a compliment!"
"It ain't a compliment comin' from yah Swamp Rat! Cuz Ah ain't yah dear!!!! I don' wanna be yah chére!"
"Remy t'inks dat be a double standard, petite!" the Cajun glowered. "Y' kin call Remy whatever de heck y' want but when Remy compliments y', y' complain!"
"Stupid Swamp Rat!!! Ah don't want no compliments from yah!" The girl stood her ground and got in his face. She glared at him defiantly. All five foot six inches and 99 lbs. of her matched against his tall, six foot three inch and 180 lbs frame.
"Chére, Remy's name ain't Swamp Rat. How d' y' 'spect Remy t' call y' by y' name, if y' can' get Remy's name right?" He smirked as she snarled and crossed her arms.
"Cuz Ah said so." She answered with the stubbornness of a three year old. (Yes that is a bit of foreshadowing) Much to her surprise, Remy burst out laughing.
"Can't beat dat logic huh?" He chuckled. "Cuz y' said so? Dat de best y' got fo' dis Cajun, Chére?" He drawled.
"Ah hate yah, Swamp Rat." She stated grumpily.
He smirked warmly at her. "Remy adoréz-vous aussi mon amour. Vous ettes le fleur de mon coeur, ma petite et tres belle Chére. (Remy loves you too, my love. You are the flower of my heart, my little and very beautiful dear)"
Rogue blinked in shock. She understood exactly what he had just said due to the fact that she had lived right across the Mississippi from the Cajuns her whole life and had taken the language in school. She threw him a death glare and responded without missing a beat.
"Mon dieu, je te hais, Remy! (My God! I hate you Remy!)"
Now it was his turn to be shocked but he didn't let it show in his face or body at all. "Tu es comprehendé moi? Tu parles français? (You understand me? You speak French?)"
She rolled her eyes exasperatedly. "Non. Je parle japonais idiot. Vous toujours demandez telles questions stupides? (No. I am speaking Japanese, idiot. Do you always ask such stupid questions?)"
"Oui mais seulement quand je suis avec vous. Votre beauté fait que me, Chére. (Yes. but only when I am with you. Your beauty does that to me, dear.)" He smirked.
Rogue rolled her eyes and sneered. "Si vous gardez la vocation me cela, je vais vous tuer. (If you keep calling me that I will kill you.)"
"Oh, je suis terrifié. Sûr vous me tuerez. Je vraiment vous crois. Quand même, Remy est grand mais il n'est pas Dieu. N'importe comment beaucoup de filles pensent qu'il est. (Oh, I am terrified. Sure you will kill me. I really believe you. Anyway, Remy is great but he isn't God. No matter how many girls think he is)" Remy said the first part sarcastically and suavely purred the last part.
Rogue again rolled her eyes. "Vous êtes un ver de terre! Vous vraiment pensez que vous êtes le don de Dieu aux femmes fait vous pas? (You are a worm! You really do think you are God's gift to women don't you?)" (A/N: Aw, you mean he isn't?)
"Oui. Remy est tout emballé et attendant en haut son petite chére découvrir que comme tant de filles autres. Remy a même une petite carte et un petit arc que dit, à Rogue avec l'amour. (Yes. Remy is all wrapped up and waiting for his chére to discover that like so many other girls. Remy even has a little card and bow that says, to Rogue with love.)
"Je sais quell genre de don que vous êtes-ils! Vous êtes le don que personne ne veut si que vous recevez tout le monde avez passé au moins une fois. Alors vous finissez par dans quelque endroit caché dans le placard. ( I know what kind of gift you are! You are the gift that nobody wants so you get passed to everybody at least once. Then you end up in some hidden place in the closet.)"
"Qu'était maintenant seulement des moyens. Mais Remy promet que si vous le gardez, vous serez la dernière personne qui reçoit l'actuel jamais. (Now that was just mean. But Remy promises that if you keep him, you'll be the last person who gets the present ever.)' He winked suggestively at her and her eyes got huge.
"Vous le cochon de discusting!! Vous méritez pour mourir pour faire de commentaires comme cela! (You discusting pig!!! You deserve to die for making comments like that!)" She screamed.
Um, RogueJean's telepathic voice broke Rogue's ranting. As fascinating as that was, I believe all of us are getting rather bored and would like to continue the game.
Rogue blinked a few times and calmed down. She had completely forgotten that they were in the rec room with all their housemates surrounding them. She blushed scarlet instantly.
The other teens sat there incredibly amused. They had been viewing each of the two Southerners firing at each other in French like spectators at a tennis match. Not one of them really had a clue what was said since the only ones who spoke French at all were only into their first or second years in school. Also, Remy and Rogue were both fluent so to any normal American, they sounded like they were talking as fast as Pietro did.
"I'm like so totally stupid!" Kitty declared. "Why on Earth did I take Latin and Spanish at school. French would have been more useful." The petite girl pouted.
"Trust me Kitty, it wouldn't have helped." Wanda gave a rare smile. "I have seven years of French from when I was in the asylum and it was like trying to decipher what my brother says when he is on a sugar high. Both of them are fluent. They've been speaking it since they were kids."
"It was very hard. Impossibly. But the basic just of it was that it was an argument." Jean commented. "What were you two going on about anyway?"
"Yeah anyone have a Cajun-to-English dictionary?" Tabitha joked.
"De two o' us were jus' settin' a few t'ings straight mes amis." Remy shrugged impishly. "Ain't dat right...Chérie?"
"Ah have ta ask Sugah, are yah suicidal? Cuz yah really pushin' for death raght (right) now." She asked in a saccharine-sweet voice.
He smirked cockily. "Non y' need dis homme, Chére. Remy ain't neveh gonna leave his belle femme on her own."
Rogue just groaned. "I am sick of this. Lets get back to whatever we were doing prior to that li'l screamin' match, please?" She begged.
"Y' don' remember d' y', Chérie?" he grinned like the Cheshire cat. "Well- we were-playin' trut' ou dare wit' all de ot'ers." He finished lamely at a stern look from Jean. He could've had some fun with that statement of hers but Jean had perused his thoughts and had warned him that Jamie was only thirteen and Rahne was barely fourteen.
"Oh yeah now Ah remembeh (remember). Go on Amara, take yah turn." All the other people laughed and Amara smiled mischievously.
"Bobby? Truth or Dare?" She cooed in a flirty way to her boyfriend.
"Dare. I would not be Robert Adam Drake if I chose anything else, now would I?" He chuckled lightly. His big ice blue eyes twinkled with the mischief that always seemed to surge from the boy who was the unspoken leader of the new recruits.
"No, I guess not." Amara grinned, clearly amused. "I dare you to make a caricature ice sculpture of all of us. And you have to show how you really feel about each of us."
"They don't call me Iceman for nothing!" He said enthusiastically as he set his powers to work. The result was less mobile but no less amusing than Pyro's fire figures. They were constructed next to the person they represented. They emphasized flaws or features Bobby noticed about each person. For example, Jean's was of her in her soccer uniform and holding a tiny round mirror in one hand and a lipstick container in the other, with a stressed facial expression.
"I do Not obsess over my looks!" Jean protested hotly.
"Oh Jean, yah makeup is smudged" Rogue said coyly.
"What! Oh no! What is it? Thanks for telling me Rogue! I owe you! I can't have anything ruin my gorgeous perfect l- Oh. That was NOT funny Rogue."
"Ladies an' Gentleman" Rogue paused. "An' Remy an' Pietro-"
"Dat's mechante Chére!" Remy protested. "Remy be de bes' Sout'ern gen'leman in de Nort'! An' y' go an classify Remy wit' de Speed bump!"
"Whateveh Sugah. As Ah was sayin' befo' Ah was so rudeleh (rudely) interrupted, Ah believe Ah jus' proved a point." She rolled her eyes and glared at Remy and then Jean. Jean hmphed and Bobby continued.
"So Ray, truth or dare?" The boy asked with extreme concentration as he put the finishing touches on the final two figures: himself and a beautifully detailed Amara. Hers was more of a lovely statue than a caricature. Her head was to the side; a gorgeous smile on her face and she was accepting a rose that the ice-Bobby offered to her.
"Dude, do you even have to ask?" Ray flashed his lopsided grin to his friend. He walked over to the bookshelf and removed a dictionary. He flipped the pages and started to read. "Ray Crisp: a devilishly hot guy who has never to this day even considered resisting any sort of challenge, competition, or DARE! Cross-reference; see Daredevil."
"Are you done?" Bobby asked grinning.
"Yeah that about covers it." Ray nodded as he returned the wide grin.
"Good. You probably wouldn't tell the truth anyway. So I take it you just asked for a dare huh?
"You have to ask?" The tall blonde with spiky red highlights smirked with both of his eyebrows raised.
"I should know better by now shouldn't I?" Bobby shook his head in amusement. "Just checking. I dare you to..." Bobby paused, grinning manically. "...to go up to one of the girls' bedrooms. And try on one of their dresses. And come back down here wearing it and acting like said girl."
This statement was met by giggles from the girls. The boys smirked and chuckled. Ray looked a little unnerved but he retreated to the stairs.
As Ray headed up to the dorms, Rogue called after him. "Don't even think 'bout touchin' mah clothes Berserker!"
The group waited patiently. It felt like it was taking forever. The girls were anxious to see whose wardrobe had been ransacked. The guys wanted to tease their friend about him in a dress. When Pyro burst into an insane giggling fit, nobody paid it much heed. But when he was literally rolling on the floor, they looked up and the next second they were all rolling with laughter too. All except for Kitty who buried her face in her hands as she laughed.
Standing in the doorway was Ray, only...not. He was wearing a dress that Kitty's parents had sent for her birthday a year ago. It was pink and flattered her petite frame and figure immeasurably. However it was appalling on Ray, who was a good foot taller than Kitty and was well, a guy lacking any feminine figure whatsoever.
"Like, what do you guys, like, think?" He asked in a mock-up of Kitty's valley-girl way of talking. "Isn't pink, like, so totally, not my color? Well, like, spill! Does this, like, totally make me look fat or what?" He asked, soaking up all the attention and loving every minute of it, even though he was wearing a dress.
Everybody's hysterical laughter followed his comment.
"So can I, like, change back into my normal clothes and, like, stop acting like Pryde?" he begged hopefully. Everybody nodded, unable to talk as they were still howling with laughter.
"Oh and like, Rogue?" He paused at a safe distance while he was halfway up the stairs. "Don't like, worry. I totally didn't touch your clothes. The only dresses you, like, own are, like, all depressing and icksome. Not to mention that I would totally need therapy cuz they are all uglier than sin." He then tore up the stairs as she growled and cast him a death glare.
Shortly afterwards, Ray hurried back down stairs in his normal clothes. "Thanks for the loan Kitty. I didn't ruin it or anything." He smiled softly. "I never want to do that again." he informed his pals. Tabitha looked at her camera and snickered. This was going to be an awesome month. It would surely be full of great photo-ops and black-mail opportunities. (Little does she know how right she is...teehee:]) )
"You would make a lousy girl, buddy," Bobby laughed. "But out of curiosity, why did you go for Kitty's stuff? She is probably the smallest girl here. You are at least a foot taller than her and well, you are no Kitty Pryde. Lets just leave it at that. If I were you, I would've gone for Rogue. She is closer to your height."
"Ok number1.- Kitty is the least likely to murder me. #2.- Rogue's clothes scare me. Number three- Kitty is the easiest to mock. And number 4- Well, lets just say Rogue's style is...different from most of the other girls here. Kind-of, sort-of more...revealing." Ray looked incredibly uncomfortable as Rogue made a tiny noise that was a mix between anger, disbelief, and embarrassment and Remy glared daggers at the younger boy.
"Ok Lance truth or dare?" He said quickly so the topic would be changed.
"Hm?" the older boy looked up. He had basically attached his arm to Kitty's shoulder and he was perfectly content to cuddle his girl friend as close as he could. In fact, to get any closer, she would have had to either sit on his lap or phase into his side.
"Truth or Dare?" Ray repeated while smirking.
"I have seen way too many dares so truth." Lance responded, disinterestedly. He had lost interest in the game for many reasons. For one thing he was all huggy with Kitty. His brain had pretty much turned to mush. Also it was getting late and the younger kids were beginning to look dead on their feet. Yeah, he was a bit irresponsible. Ok, he was the leader of the Brotherhood and as mature as a dead bug a lot of the time. But somewhere in his brain and heart, something forced him to take care of those who need it. One common misconception of him was that he was tough and only looked out for himself. Wrong. He was really honorable and all that. He believed in protecting the weak since nobody had done it for him. He was just forced to live a tough life and hang with the bad boys. But really he was good at heart. And right now, the responsible side of him was screaming at him as he watched Jamie's eyes disappear and reappear at half mast, and occasionally yawn. He knew that the sooner the game ended the sooner the kids could get to sleep.
"We all know you like Kitty and vice-versa. The key question is how far are you going to take the relationship?" an evil grin spread over Ray's face.
Lance blinked and his cheeks gained a bit of color. "Well, I am not exactly sure. I am only nineteen and she is just seventeen. We're kind of young to be thinking about things like levels of relationships. But I know I am willing to spend the rest of forever with her. But I'll leave it up to her since her happiness is all that matters to me. It is her decision." Kitty beamed at him and snuggled her head into his shoulder.
"Pie-Pie-Pietro? truth or d-d-d-d-dare?" Lance asked as he tried and failed to suppress a yawn.
"I-can-never-resist-a-challenge-Avalanche. You-know-that-better-than-anyone" Pietro shook his silver-haired head in pity of his best friend.
"Fine then I dare you to walk-not run-walk, at a normal human speed three times around the room in whatever you are wearing for underwear." Lance mumbled sleepily. A scarlet flush rose to Pietro's albino pale skin. He somewhat hesitantly walked over to the bathroom. A few seconds later he emerged sheepishly. This was very new. Pietro Maximoff was being shy! The girls who had been modestly covering their eyes, peeked expecting the worst. They all dropped their hands in slight surprise.
Pietro stood there wearing a tight, white, muscle shirt and a pair of blue boxer shorts. He was all muscled and toned from his years of playing basketball. He was very evidently self conscious about how he looked to the girls. He tried to act all macho and cocky and proud as usual, by throwing certain girls smirks and winks but it was impossible to miss how his cheeks grew steadily pinker by the millisecond. When his dare was over, he used super speed to go back into the bathroom and put all his normal clothes back on and return. (A/N: okay all you rabid Pietro fans! That was for all of you out there who like the scrawny little Albino. And it is dedicated to Alix by the way. I have nothing against him, but come on people...he is like maybe 16 and his hair is white! Who would date that?! I wouldn't, would you? Seriously if a dude with white hair asked you out what would you say? I mean yeah, he is kinda hot but he is a freaking albino for crying out loud! Ok now that I am done ranting all of you who have drool buckets out can quit for now.)
"Truth or dare, Daniels?" he asked, trying to sound non-chalant.
"I don't trust you Maximoff, truth." Evan calmly told his rival.
"Fine then." Pietro looked slightly put-out but he recovered. " Why don't you have a girl friend?"
"I could ask you the same question, Pietro." Evan glowered. "But I just haven't really met the right girl yet. Gambit truth or dare?"
"Remy's also seen way too many fright'nin' dares. So he t'inks dat trut' be de safer o' de two, non?" The Cajun smirked.
"Fine then." Evan grumbled. "Let me see...Oh yeah, why are you always hangin' around Rogue and bothering her even though she seems to hate you?"
Evan had apparently thought that this would make the older boy a little nervous. He was surprised when the Cajun laughed merrily, causing many of the girls to sigh and giggle.
"Spikey, mon ami, Remy likes de belle fille. "'E enjoys spendin' time wit' 'er. An' Remy always likes a challenge mon ami." He smiled flirtatiously at Rogue who rolled her eyes and groaned. "Chére? Trut' ou dare, ma petite?" he winked suggestively at her.
"Don't call meh that." she growled. Then she batted her emerald orb eyes at him. "Ah know yah won' make meh do anehthin' bad so Ah pick dare, sugah."
"Alright Chére. Remy dares y' t' let him kiss y', petite." At this statement many eyes sprang open. Rogue's own emerald orbs were as wide as dinner plates.
"What!?! Ah can't. Yah idiot! Y'all know that Ah can't kiss anybody! D' y'all wanna end up in a coma?" She was panicking because he didn't look like he was joking and he didn't seem concerned about loosing his memories to Rogue.
"Remy didn't know y' cared, chére." Remy purred into her ear.
"She doesn't!" Scott growled before Rogue could even open her mouth to respond or protest.
"Ja!" Kurt snarled, jumping to his beloved sister's defense. "She just does not vant your deezcusting thoughts in her head!"
"Yeah, Gambit," Jean chided. "Can't you see that Rogue is scared of her power?"
A deadly hush fell over the room....
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Geez that was a doozy to write! 15 typed pages, wow. I am never going to write another long chapter as long as I live...My fingers are killing me from all that typing.
Lets see, I promised a preview poem didn't I? Well here it goes:
Rogue admits her crush
And turns to mush
A simple kiss,
Creates Romy bliss!
Jean tells a story
that makes Rogue worry,
That her secret is out
And then she shall Pout.
What do you think? How was chapter four? Did you like it? Hate it? Think trained assassin penguins should peck me to death? If so then let me know. Heck Pyro is fire deprived so send the flames. I can take it. Well actually Pyro will...
Wow. In hindsight I see that that was a romantic chapter. What do you think? Is my Lancitty good? How about the Kurmanda? And the Bobby/Amara relationship. And most importantly the Romy!!! I like it but it might just be a Heartsyhawk thing you know?
I thank all of you and now we must discuss something very important. Yes. It is about the lovely little button at the bottom of this page. You know it is there. I know it is there. Lets all stop with the pretending. Denial is not just a river in Egypt you know. Please review!!!! It boosts my self esteem to a happy level. I need new reviews......