I am on a roll!! Whoohoo!!! Thanks to a review, Imma stop putting the real spelling of the word next to the word when Rogue says it with her annoying accent (hate hate hate hate writing accents!!!) Where do you want the French and German translations? For now they'll be next to the sentence. By the way I don't swear, so I dash out a few letters. I'll leave it if it's in a foreign language.
Disclaimer: So this dude walked up to me and was like "Yo! You don't own the X-Men dawg!" And I was like: "Gosh darnit! Why not?!" And he said: "Cuz you're not Marvel!" And I replied: "But I'm just so awesome that people marvel at how much awe I inspire in them!" And he just stared at me for a second and said: "You know an extremely high self-esteem is a common trait of narcissists?"
Chapter 3: No Such Thing
Welcome to the real world she said to me,
Condescendingly
Take a seat, take your life,
Plot it out in black and white
- "No Such Thing" by John Mayer
Remy LeBeau hated his life. No, scratch that, he hated what his 'family' did to his life. How could they think that they could control him?! He was 21 years old for crying out loud! They couldn't bother him about his drinking, he was legal! And besides, he'd been drinking since he was 14. And how the hell did they decide that they got to choose who he got married to? When did he even decide that he wanted to get married?!
"Dis is all merde!"(sh--)
"Language Remy. Don' wan' de enfants t' hear y'. Dey be innocent," Remy's Tante Mattie said disapprovingly. (children)
"Innocent? We be t'ieves Tante, none o' us are innocent."
"Sure y' are. Well, mebbe not y' Remy, but some o' de young ones are."
"Si vous le dites." (if you say so)
"Don' be gloomy Remy LeBeau. You'll get out o' dis mess. Y' always do."
"Merci Tante. Dat means o' lot t' Remy." (thank you)
"Mebbe y' should run away. Go up north. Dat X-homme, he offered y' a place to stay, non? Y' could go dere." (man, no)
"Dat's not a bad idea Tante. Mebbe Remy will."
"Y' know, just 'cause we be Cajun don' mean y' gotta take in de t'ird person Remy."
"Remy knows, but it's fun t' bot'er y' Tante."
And he ran before Tante Mattie could smack him with her rolling pin.
(A/N: Stupid Cajun accents! They're harder than Rogue's and Kurt's combined! And then the third person, it goes against all writing rules of dialogue!)
REC ROOM, X-MANSION
"That was exhausting! I can barely, like, walk!" Kitty exclaimed before plopping down on a couch.
"Ja, that vas schrecklich!" Kurt agreed, sitting in a recliner and closing his eyes.
"We, like, don't speak German Kurt."
"It means terrible," Kurt explained.
"Oh! Well then that Danger Room session was totally, like, schrecklich!" Kitty replied, completely botching the German and Kurt laughed.
"That's not vat I said Kitty."
"Oh well, close enough!"
"Will you two shut up?" Rogue mumbled from her spot on another couch.
"Why? We're, like, just talking."
"Ah'm tryin' to go to sleep!"
"Then vhy don't you go lay down in bed meine Schwester?"
"Ah'm too tired.
"No, you're just totally lazy."
"Yeah, so?"
"Good morning all," Jean Grey said cheerfully, fully dressed and smiling.
"I could've totally sworn I saw you in that Danger Room session with us Jean."
"I was."
"Then vhy aren't you tired?"
"It wasn't that bad."
"Wasn't that bad? It was awful! Ah can barely move!"
"Well, I've had more practice then you all, I guess."
"No you're just totally crazy. Like, really crazy Jean."
Jean just grinned and sat beside Kitty.
"The Professor said that we're going to get a few new students soon," she said enthusiastically.
"Great. Vhy do we care?"
"Kurt! It's a big deal! The Professor wants us to make them feel welcome!"
"So? You and Scott can do that. Ah'll just sit back and ignore them."
"That's totally rude Rogue! Maybe they're, like, totally nice!"
"Nahce doesn't have anythin' to do with it Kitty. Ah just don't lahke people very much. Y'all should know that by now."
"Maybe you're right Kitty, but I think I'd rather vait to see what they're like before I get too close to them."
"That's totally okay Kurt."
"So, vhat do you vant to do?"
"Nothin', absolutely nothin'."
(A/N: So that was slightly longer! Whadda u think??? I'm already working on chapter 4 so here's a sneak peak:
Right when they all sat down to start eating, the doorbell rang.
"Who is it Logan? I don't want to read their thoughts without permission."
"I don't know Chuck. I don't recognize the scent. Smells like ash and lighter fluid."
"I do believe it's one of our new X-Men. Rogue, will you get the door please?"
"Alrahgt Professor."
Rogue stood up, pushed her chair in and walked over to the door. Once she got it open she was enveloped in a hug.
"What the heck-"