Ok I'm back! I spent about four days thinking "Gosh, what am I gonna do with these two people now? But then, bells finally rang, and I decided to come up with this. Don't forget to tell me what you guys think about it, please! ;-)

Friday Night

Chapter 3: The rain.

"Nice leap chere; danger room training's been payin' off".

"Can yah speak any louder, so everyone in the mansion hears yah out?" Rogue whispered, while adjusting her gloves a little.

"What be de problem, anyway? We're not doin' anythin' bad, not yet"; he loved when she narrowed her eyes like that. "So, do ya wanna go on my byke? Or we can borrow someone's car…".

"Borrow? Why don' we walk instead?"

"Bien, we walk", he agreed, while both of them were heading to one of the lateral doors located in the wall that surrounded the mansion's yard. It wasn't a very clear night, since the moon was hidden behind some dark clouds, and a cold wind appeared from time to time, to tangle up Rogue's auburn hair. She felt a little bit awkward to go out with him like that ("Ah must have lost mah head", she thought), but it felt kinda good, in some strange, new way. He brought her back to reality when he asked:

"So, where're we goin'?"

"Ah thought yah had thought about somethin' already".

"Non, you said ya wanted a place with no loud, nasty music, an' stuff, an' I really don' know too many places different from dat. I thought ya had somethin' on mind". She furrowed and crossed her arms over her chest as they kept walking. Remy started to be concerned; was he messing it up?

"Uh, chere, maybe…"

"No" she interrupted him, smiling. "Ah know the exact place Ah wanna go. Though…" She bit her lip.

"Oui?"

"Ah don' know, it's just that… Ah don' want yah to get bored, yah know, 'cause Ah don' go to party like yah're used to, an'…"

"An' nothing! Moi, bored while bein' with ya? Ya're more interesting dan any fille I've ever met… it's true, chere, don' gimme dat look". They were on the street now, stepping away from the mansion.

"Let's not go there, Rem."

"Where?"

"Yah, sayin' that kind o' things; in fact, let's make a deal for tonight: we won't argue. How 'bout that?"

"'kay, I'm in".

"Fine".

"But, how am I to know if something I'm 'bout to say, is gonna make ya upset, an' den it brings up de possibility of us, arguin' the whole night?".

"Like what, for example?" she asked, a brow raised.

"Let's say: Ya're beautiful… See? Now ya're all defensive".

"What? Ah haven' said a thing"

"Yeah, but your face did".

"Maybe Ah should Ah get a mask then?"

"Dat'd be a crime against poor Remy's eyes".

"Agh, come on Swamp rat! We're arguin' already".

"Oui; I guess ya broke de deal".

"Me? 'kay, if we're gonna end up like this every time we talk, we better don' talk at all."

"Bien; no chat". They crossed a few other people on their way; cars were going fast at that hour, illuminating the buildings and stores that were still open. They kept silence for about five minutes, but then Rogue thought they were acting like kids in the school yard, and she couldn't help but to chuckle.

"Damn it", she murmured.

"What?" Remy said, trying to contain laughter. Since she didn't answer, he decided to continue with something else, while a very thin rain started to drop:

"And, Chere, why don' ya like to go out?"

"Mmm… Ah guess Ah'm not much into crowds, yah know? Look, we're here already".

He looked up: "24 hour Chocolate? Here?"

"Yep, Ah'm addicted to chocolate, sue me! Come on!", and grabbing him by his coat, she dragged him in.

It wasn't a very big place, with low lights, and there were only two other costumers; but there were chocolates of all kind all over the place: bonbons stuffed with peanuts, almonds, fruits, and a thousand of other things; chocolate bears, cars, swans, airplanes, horses, houses, and even cell phones. Every dessert made with chocolate could be found in that place.

"Yah grab one o' these", Rogue said, handling him a small plastic bag, "an' put inside all the chocolate yah want".

"So, dis is kind of your secret place, hein?" he asked, while putting some chocolate quarters inside his bag.

"Not really, Ah hadn't come in quite a while". They filled their bags, and as the sales woman weighed them, Remy realized he had never been on a place like that one, with a girl. He thought that even though Rogue was always trying to hide herself from everyone else, deep inside she wasn't like that.

He was telling her about that time, back in the Bayou, when he was a kid and ate by himself a whole gigantic chocolate cake, and then had a stomach ache for three days, when a huge thunder could be heard. Remy suggested that, since there was nowhere to sit in there, they could go to a café nearby and have a coffee. She agreed, and they went out. It was starting to rain really hard.

"Is it too far away?" Rogue asked, protecting the chocolate's bag with an arm.

"Nope, it's right… oh". He put his face close to the door glass, in order to take a better look inside; but it was all dark. There was nobody else on the street anymore, 'cause wind was starting to blow really bad.

"'kay, where do we go now? Maybe we should go back home", she said, her hair pouring on her shoulders.

"Dis early chere? We were startin' to have fun!" Rogue raised both of her brows in surprise.

"It's pouring like heck here!"

"Come on, let's go" he said with a smirk, and draping an arm around her shoulders, they started to run, while another thunder exploded. Rogue could hardly see the floor she was walking on, 'cause the rain was against them, and it almost didn't let her open her eyes. All of their clothes were wet, and she could feel water even inside her shoes.

"Where the hell are we goin'?" she yelled, and he finally stopped. They were on a parking lot. "What're we doin' here? Remy? What do yah think yah're doin'?!" she burst out, seeing him trying to open a car's door; and then another one. And then:

"Aha! It's open. Come on chere". She threw her hand up in the air in frustration.

"Are yah insane? This is somebody's car! What…" she couldn't keep talking, 'cause the pouring water started to fall inside her mouth. Once she spat it, she continued: "Ah'm not goin' in there!"

"Or we go in there, or we're gonna drown out here! There nobody around, come on!"

Rogue looked around, freezing inside her sweater, but she couldn't see one single person; another thunder made her shiver.

"Damn it, Cajun! Ah hate you!" she complained, while going inside the car; he did the same thing, and closed the door behind them.