Friday Night
Chapter 2: The balcony.
Leaning her back against the door, Rogue laughed to herself; it was always amusing to see Remy's pride under Logan's attack. Now, she was again all alone in her bedroom, and the deep silence surrounding her made her suddenly feel stupid for not taking the Cajun's invitation. He had asked her out about a million times, and she had only accepted twice: once, when they went to the supermarket together (was that even considered "being out"?), and then, that time they had coffee; she had to admit it was kind of nice to talk to him, even to argue (and banter) with him, the thing they spent most time at. Sometimes she had got to think that it was like a catharsis, like he was her own personal punching bag; a punching bag that was always there, that always came back. She had to admit, anyway, that she felt a bit guilty for it sometimes, but she thought he could live with it, and he probably deserved that once in his life time, a girl wouldn't fall for him. Besides, he seemed to have fun with it too… how weird.
Then, she shook her head; it was time to go back to the clothes folding; she had said "no" already, she wasn't gonna run after him. A blue jean, a few t-shirts… and then, she started to put everything inside the closet. Now, the good laughed she had had minutes ago, seemed so far away, as usual. But she didn't want to cry, not this time, because she didn't want to feel like a victim; she wanted to be strong instead. She didn't want to think that she was afraid to go out with the damn Cajun because she didn't want to feel more things for him; she hated to accept it, but she was starting to like his company a little too much. She hurried up, and when she finished her task, she turned the light off and went to bed immediately; it was early, but she didn't want to think, she just wanted to sleep. She closed her eyes, and tried to relax the way the professor had taught her to do it, when she wanted to keep peace inside her head. "Don't cry, don't cry…" But the silence was abruptly interrupted by James Blunt's 1973. Rogue opened her eyes in surprise, and looked for her cell phone in the dark; she didn't see first who was calling, she just pressed the green button.
"Hello?"
"Chere, ya're not sleepin' dis early, are ya?" In some way, it didn't surprise her that it was Remy.
"Sorta; what do yah want now?"
"Go to your balcony for a sec".
"What for?... Hey?", but he had hung up. "Ah can't believe this guy", she told herself, while approaching to the balcony. Through the glass door, she looked outside: nothing out of the ordinary: trees, a few lights far away… "Damn!" she shrieked, when the Cajun's face appeared right in front of hers, on the other side of the glass.
"Are yah insane?" she spat out.
"We can discuss dat later, chere, now open up!" she could barely hear, because of the glass that was separating them. She crossed her arms over chest.
"An' why should Ah do that? An' yah better gimme a good reason".
"'Cause it be freezing out here! Come on…" he gasped dramatically. She stared at him, narrowing her eyes, and decided not to be so mean this time, so she opened the door.
"It's not that cold, Swamp rat".
"Oui, it is! So ya better put on a jacket or something, 'cause ya're goin' out with dis good looking Cajun". Rogue couldn't help but rolling her eyes.
"Gawd! Remy, yah seriously need an off switch"; he grinned. "That damn grin…", she thought.
"And ya need to go out, away from dese four walls, chere".
"Ah like mah four walls".
"But what else'd ya like to be doin'?"
"Ah'd like not to be arguin' with yah".
"Then don'! An' let's go". Rogue sighed in exasperation and sat on her bed; she didn't want to look desperate, like she should thank him for taking her on count. "But he's not like that, yah know it…" she told herself. She watched him coming closer to her; he looked kind of… nervous? Could he? "Maybe Ah should give myself a chance…" A few seconds later, she finally spoke:
"All right Cajun, but…!" she said with a raised finger, seeing him grin in triumph. "But: on one condition".
"An' dat'd be…?", he told her, trying to look serious but not quite achieving it.
"Yah said we could go wherever Ah wanted to go, right?"
"Oui."
"An' does dat "wherever" include a place with no loud music, no cigarette smell all over the place, no alcohol, an' no drunk people?" She was trying to test him.
"Absolutely", he said immediately, reaching out for her gloved hand and resting a kiss on its back. "Tonight, I'm up to everything, if it's with yah".
"'kay, but don' gimme those cheesy lines".
"I've got no lines for ya, chere! I only speak from my heart", he pointed out, giving her a smirk.
"Yeah, whatever. Wait here, Ah'm gonna go put somethin' on, an' NO! Yah can' watch" and she went inside the bathroom.
Remy found himself all alone in her bedroom, for the first time. He sat on a chair and looked around. Rogue was kind of a simple girl, and he loved that; she didn't have useless things all over her bedroom, like he had seen in some many other girl's places: fifteen different colognes, twenty pairs of eyeglasses, some exotic and stupid pink lamp. No, Rogue was different, he knew that. He thought he could have gone out that night, find some random girl, go to her house or some other intimate place; but he had preferred to stay with this girl he couldn't even touch.
"'kay, I'm ready". Remy looked at her: blue jeans, snickers, a dark violet sweater. She always got mad when he told her that she looked beautiful, so he decided to say nothing about it. "But there's only one thing; Logan is probably gonna smell us, and he's not gonna like it".
"Oui", Remy said. "That's why we're going out just as I came in." He opened the balcony's glass door. "Ladies first".
"Shut up", she spat out, and a few seconds later, they were falling on the mansion's yard grass.
Note: ok I'm not sure if it's totally ok like this. What do you guys think? The thing is that I had another plot for this, but then the first chapter took another direction by itself, and I had to improvise a little. Please, please, please, gimme your reviews! ;-)