Hum-diggedy and this is chapter 12! Don't forget to guess the owner of the title phrase!
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"…" Speech
'…' Thoughts
(…) Extra information
Songs are in bold
Words of other languages and whispers are in italic
If this – is put after words it means an interruption
Chapter 12
VvV Well, Burst my Bubble VvV
Maximoff Household, the kitchen; 5:00pm
Leaning against the front door as she watched Lance walking up the path towards his scruffy jeep, Wanda waved to the guy and shut the door behind herself when his car had pulled. That had been an intense conversation, and as she glanced at her clock, Wanda frowned: an hour-long, intense conversation.
Tired as the girl was, she began to trudge up the stairs towards her bedroom and relished the feeling as her figure collapsed on the soft black bedcovers. Tracing a finger over the scarlet spiders seeming to crawl across her sheets was all Wanda could be bothered to do.
And then she heard the front door pushed open downstairs. It was always a useful thing to be the closest bedroom towards the stairs.
Downstairs
"Hey Miss Darkholme, or is it Ms? Oy always get confused with that one, ya know. Not to mention, in English today oy got major confused on uh, the one about ya know, which spelling is which. It was uh…" Raven stood there still in minor shock from John's continual onslaught of chatter.
Used to the manner in which John had let himself in, hung his coat up and took both shoes off as though he was one of her own kids coming home, Raven paid no heed to the boy as he helped himself to a freshly cooked brownie. "Uh…" letting the chocolate squish against his tongue, John finished the half of it he had taken in one mouthful, gazing at the treat in wonder, "tasty!" And he continued on his rant, "anyways Miss D. where was oy? Oh yeh course," he stuffed the rest of the brownie in his mouth, swallowed it and tried again. "That whole thing 'bout Miss and Mrs; oy could never get the difference royght…but Lexa, she's in moy English class, you know her royght? Course ya do," frowning, John remembered what he'd been saying, "oh yeh, she taught me this cool way to remember which is which. It was uh…the 'Mrs' one where a woman is married sounds loyke it should have two 's' on the end, but only has one…an' the other one sounds like one 's' but has two. Get it?"
Ignorant of the confusion that he had placed upon Raven, John nodded intelligently before taking another brownie and starting for the stairs, bounding up them two at a time.
"John!" Finding her voice finally, Raven called up, "are you staying for tea?"
"Curry noyght (night) ain't it? Nice 'n' spicy tonoyght (tonight)?" and when Raven replied that she'd put extra spices in his helping especially, John gleefully smiled like a small child, "alroyght!" And with that the guy punched the air, clambering the rest of the stairs with his new energy before turning back round, "oy'd love to stay Miss D."
Wanda's Room
Bursting open and rebounding with enough force from the wall to close itself again, Wanda's door let enough light in for the split second it was open to reveal John bounding through it. No marks were left on the wall though – John burst through every door so forcefully that Wanda had created an ingenious device with the help of Betsy and Lorna to cushion the door before springing it back closed without any damage.
"Nice 'n' spicy tonoyght!" Exclaimed John excitedly before switching Wanda's light on, ignorant of the fact that she'd been quite content in the pitch black. And with that the Gothic chick lying on the bed threw her alarm clock at John. Mechanically, John ducked and switched off the main light – sensing Wanda had a headache – before falling face first onto the girl's bed, flicking her dimmed bedside lamp on instead. "Wassup?"
"Hour long conversation with Lance…" murmured Wanda into her pillow in which she had lain face first, "given a headache…"
Laughing knowledgeably was John's reaction; "hot chocolate? With too many marshmallows?"
"Fuck off genius."
Proudly, John lay back against the other set of pillows on Wanda's double bed and looked up at her ceiling, painted black with silver dots that her decorative dad had made to look like stars. "Good day?"
Making a noise that neither said good nor bad, Wanda turned her head to face John with raised eyebrows, "what smells of chocolate?"
"Brownies."
"Ugh…" and the girl shoved her face into her pillow again, unable to stand the smell that had made her feel so rough in the first place.
And then, her pillow clutched right against her face, Wanda rolled over.
But John had been leaning against her headboard so that…
…When she rolled over…
Wanda's lower cheek brushed against John's tight jeans…
And the naturally predominant bulge suddenly hardened uncomfortably…
"…"
"…"
Neither person spoke but both their facial features, Wanda's hidden beneath her pillow and John's hidden by his hands, – having just rubbed his face tiredly – froze.
When both of them stayed exactly where they were, it made it impossible for either to make the first move until John's groin began to get uncomfortably tight against his skinny jeans. Simultaneously reacting, Wanda rolled back over onto her front whilst John rolled off of the bed, landing on his feet, murmuring about needing the loo.
When the door snapped shut behind him, both John and Wanda let in sharp intakes of breath having not noticed that they hadn't been breathing. One kept her pillow fastened to her flushing facial features whilst the other hid his against the wooden door leading out into the hall.
A few minutes later
"TEA!" came up the sharp call and, for the first time in what seemed an age, Wanda pulled her pillow from her face, feeling for the marks she always got from having her pillow against her face for too long.
John was busy peeling himself from Wanda's door that he didn't notice Lorna until she was standing above him. "What." Started Lorna, waiting until John was disconnected before continuing, "are you doing?"
"Nuffin…" was the muffled reply whilst John rubbed his face delicately, leaning against the door that suddenly fell out beneath him when Wanda yanked it open.
And John fell back…
Only to discover for the first time that day…
That Wanda had been wearing…
…A skirt…
Lorna had continued walking and turned back round, only to see John sat up, rocking back and forth in the middle of the hall whilst Wanda clutched her skirt; her face almost as red as her top. What had turned Lorna around was the shriek that had emitted from someone's mouth and the girl's gaze passed between the best friends. It couldn't have been Wanda because she never shrieked…but it couldn't have been John because it was such a feminine shriek.
Shaking her head was all the girl could think of and strutted down the stairs.
Betsy was the next to come across the comical pair in the hall and frowned before giggling, "God guys…you two look like." But Betsy frowned at what it actually did look like, "well…John you look like you just looked up…and Wanda…you look like he just looked up…well, your skirt…" and that made the girl burst out into fresh giggles. The fact that both Wanda and John's expressions only grew more horrified shut her up though and Betsy backed away towards the stairs. "I'll um…tell Raven you…you'll be there in a minute…"
It was when Pietro strolled past them both, telling his twin and her best friend not to be such losers that got them moving. Wanda muttered something about changing her skirt whilst John this time actually went to the bathroom to splash his face with considerable amounts of water.
Dining Room; 6:00pm
"Thanks for the delicious tea," smiling broadly, John helped clearing the table and came back from the kitchen ready to take more.
That was until Wanda turned from her chair about to get up…
And put out her hand…
Only for it to brush against…
…Well…An area of John that immediately reacted by hardening for the second time that day…
They were just grateful that everyone else had gone from the room at that point and Wanda yelled something about going to her room whilst John called out that he was going home. Unable to look at each other, the two uncomfortable teenagers left the kitchen and only spoke to one another when John had opened the front door whilst Wanda stopped on the stairs.
"Well…
"Uh…"
"Bye then," they both spoke simultaneously before hurriedly making there own ways.
Dining Room
"What was that about?" questioned Lorna, having just let in Polaris from outside.
Betsy appeared from the kitchen with her own dog and shrugged, "beats me? Anyways," removing her shirt-dress, the girl headed for the back doors, clad only in a bikini. Picking up her sunglasses and a pot of bubbles, Betsy saluted her cousin, "I'm gonna work on my tan for a little while whilst the sun's still out. Oh," the girl was talking to Raven as the woman came back into her dining room; "I'm meeting a friend later on. I'll call when I know what time I'll be back."
Both Rogue and Kurt reminded their mother about a biology experiment they were meeting people to finish off – something that provided mixed reactions with Rogue's accompanying scowl and Kurt's delighted expression – before they left the house.
Trudging upstairs, Lorna called back to Raven that she was going to do homework whilst Pietro appeared back downstairs with a sports bag.
"Mum, I'm going to the gym with some friends. Dunno when I'll be back, so I'll call," passing by his half-sister, Pietro scowled at her comment, hoping his mother didn't hear the jingle of bottles.
"Gym huh? I didn't know they had a license."
VvVvVvV
Maximoff Household; early evening
"Bonjour," raising an eyebrow, Remy peered past Raven Darkholme into the clean, sparkling house, "Pietro in?"
With nothing less than an upturn of her nose, Raven scowled, "I think you'll find he's out with his friends."
"Bon…" distracted by this less than positive news – having needed an excuse to get into the house – Remy thought of an alternative to get access and stuck a foot gently into the door as it began to close. "Well, uh…see, Remy needs t' get dis school book dat 'e leant 'Tro, et 'e said, Pietro dat is, said dat 'e might not be in."
"Yes?"
Noting the impatient tone of his friend's step-mother's voice, Remy suavely smiled, "so Remy was tol' where I could find de book, et if 'Tro isn't in…well, Remy don' wanna keep y' from anyt'in'. So…Remy could go get it?" it was a desperate attempt, but apparently, Raven didn't want to leave whatever she was doing and opened the door, only to sail back to the kitchen, leaving Remy to remove his shoes.
In the Garden
Contentedly, Betsy blew another bubble and watched it sailing away into the blue sky, popping open before it had even reached the roof.
From high above the girl, from Rogue's room – the Goth was unfortunately out – Remy watched the display of loneliness intently, eyeing another bubble as it floated carelessly through the window he stood at, to pop on the end of his nose. Frowning whilst wiping the liquid off, Remy again peered out of the window into the garden, curious.
A few minutes later
"A really big one…" muttered Betsy and produced the bubble with ease – having spent literally an hour doing this was making her quite the expert. It was only when her half closed eyes picked up a change in colour through the bubble that Betsy realised her peace and quiet was over. The figure gradually grew nearer until finally, popping it with one finger, Remy Lebeau's frowning face came into Betsy's view. "Well, burst my bubble."
"Désolé mon ami," his inquisitive look broke into a smile that was Remy's greeting, and with that he took a seat beside the bikini clad Briton.
Placing the lid back on her contents of joy, Betsy rolled the bubbles into the grass, leaving Psylocke to roll the pot around, animatedly, "watcha doing here, luv?" Politely inquired she, although it was quite obvious to Betsy; being the knowledgeable woman she is.
"Looking for 'Tro…" lied Remy, shiftily, before hastily changing the subject. "Woah," exclaimed the man, grabbing Psylocke to deposit the puppy in his lap, removing the pot of bubbles from her mouth, "don' want t' eat dis stuff, eh? So what's up wit y' belle amie den," questioned Remy to the puppy, keeping his eyes imploringly stuck on Betsy, who avoided his gaze.
"Mummy's just fine, isn't she luv," crooned Betsy as she took Psylocke into her own arms, playing Remy's game.
It was babyish; Remy knew that, but what better way to get through to Betsy than through her precious pet? It was a simple way to get through to any woman, Remy had found – having practised with Belladonna and her Chihuahua, 'Beau', many times.
"Rogue isn't in you know?"
"Mmm?" acting nonchalant to the half query, half statement, Remy gave Psylocke a noogie before looking to Betsy. "What's y' point?"
Shaking her head, a different approach was Betsy's next option, "you and Belladonna seem to be having a few difficulties." Noting Remy's unease about the subject was easy when the guy displayed a pack of cards and began to shuffle, but Betsy again implored the question and Remy gave in.
"Clingy. Dat's un word f' it…wid Ro…wid o'der femmes, Remy can relax, be 'imself, not have t' worry 'bout reputations. Mais, Belle et moi, Remy feels like it's all a show, we can' go out f' fun cuz o'der people have t' be der wid us so we can show dat we're de top couple."
Snorting, Betsy broke into peels of laughter, pausing to apologise at the expression on Remy's face, "sorry…sorry…it's just; top couple? What the hell is that; a competition?"
"A non-official un."
"Seriously!" Shocked and bewildered was Betsy's reaction, "bloody hell…"
Remy looked at the girl and had a hard time remembering that they were in America, "y' sure are British huh? Dis ain' like back home; over here y' got t'ings like homecoming t' keep y' occupied so school ain' jus' some fling, y' work hard to be de best."
"And you do in England to! You think reputations don't apply back home? My brother and me are in completely different leagues; he's your typical Jock, but back home he doesn't play American Football, he plays football – your soccer – and we call him one of the 'popular' kids." Betsy pulled a face, "or more, that's what they think of themselves, when in fact the rest of us think they're complete losers with their self-proclaimed, coolness. And me; over here I get just as much shit for being a Goth, it's just back home I'm called an Emo."
"True…but Remy bet y' don' have homecoming? Eh?"
"So that's the competition thing; you and Ugly-donna are competing with other couples because she wants to be homecoming queen to your homecoming king!" Proud with herself for working this all out, Betsy only peered at Remy with minor curiosity when he asked how she knew all that, "sorry luv, secret," she said, tapping her nose.
But Remy wasn't having any of that and frowned, thoughtfully, "didn' know y' talked t' Pietro dat much."
"He can be useful for information like that."
"Remy had no idea dat y' talked t' him at all…"
"I live with the guy…"
"Dat poor sod…"
Slapping Remy playfully on the arm, Betsy exclaimed "hey you!" as though in offence. Standing up was Betsy's next move, picking her puppy up to cradle Psylocke in her arms. "Right, I've got someone to meet so…well, I'll see you at school, luv." The girl intended to go on inside and turned back to Remy knowing that he was comfortable to let himself out the back gate. "So…what's going to happen whilst this whole homecoming preparation thing is going on? Doesn't it last for ages?"
"Oui." And the boy looked so desolate that Betsy stopped walking and stood in the garden, both her and her dog looking at his hunched over form.
She had no idea what he'd say back but Betsy at least tried; "doesn't that mean your gonna have to stick with Belladonna 24/7? Cuz if it really is all show then well…you know what I'm talking about, luv," and Remy glanced up at Betsy's meaningful look accompanying her next sentence. "Does she know?"
It was as though a secret between the two of them was opening up and couldn't be held back, because Remy found himself answering even though he knew he really should have been denying anything. But then again, whom else could you trust?
"Non…at least…Remy hasn' said anyt'in', mais…it ain' hard t' figure out. Neither is de t'ing goin' on wid y'," and Remy watched as Betsy turned back towards the house with a little frown. "Trust Remy, dere ain' not'in' gonna keep dat homme away from y'; people can cause all de trouble dey wan', but he ain' goin' nowhere."
And with a soft smile as Remy left the garden, Betsy nodded her head heedfully whilst Remy's own mind swam with thoughts.
There wasn't, unfortunately such an easy reassurance for him…because that conversation wasn't going to be pretty…
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Rogue's Room; 9:00pm
"Ah'm gonna turn in…" muttered the girl to her adopted sister and Rogue waved to Wanda as the other Goth turned into her own room. When Wanda's door was shut, Rogue inhaled a deep breath and called out to her mother, "NAHGHT Y'ALL!"
"JEEZ!" exclaimed Pietro as he clambered up the stairs, "watch it with the volume!"
Eyeing up the figures following Pietro, Rogue frowned, "ya do know yahre being followed," and Rogue sighed as Pietro swore, having almost tripped over the puppies who had lumbered up the stairs after him. Without any mind to assist her adopted brother, the girl slammed shut her door and got ready for bed.
12:30am
Blanketed across her face, Rogue's hair was almost smothering her, sticking to her pale skin in the heat and she rolled over onto one side, pushing her covers down her waist a little bit.
It wasn't until Rogue turned back over that she realised things might just be getting a little hotter in her room that night…
"AAH!" was the slightly muffled yell she exclaimed and Rogue fell out of her bed with a thud only for her door to suddenly spring open moments later.
"Are you alright!" Breathlessly, Betsy peered around Rogue's room and looked back at the girl, lying on her bed. If it wasn't for the shock of being woken up by a small shriek, Betsy may have noticed that Rogue was currently lying on her bed covers and was looking slightly worse for wear – having hardly had time to clamber back on her bed. But as it was, the violet haired girl could only be bothered to watch Rogue nod her head a tad before she mumbled something about checking on Wanda.
With the door finally closed, Rogue put her hands over her face and whispered through them, "what tha hell ahre ya doin' here?"
Prying the hands away from her face was Remy's first objective as he climbed up from the other side of Rogue's bed that Betsy couldn't see from the door, and his second was to passionately lay claim to rogue's lips as the Cajun lay protectively on her. "Come t' see y'."
"How did ya get in here?"
"Y' ensuite window was open…" leaving Rogue no time to picture Remy getting in through that window – it was one of the smallest in the house – the guy rolled them both over so Rogue was kneeling above him. "Now dis is a favourable position…" and Remy proved his point as his gaze flickered to the view that Rogue's baggy top revealed; the neckline being very baggy at that.
"Y'all stay outta there," grunted Rogue as she clasped the fabric to her skin, letting go when she was hauled over so that Remy could lie on top again, his fingers etching at the hem of her top. "Ahn stop that!" Flapping his hands away as Remy's nimble fingers managed to persuade Rogue's top above her navel was Rogue's intention but in the end Remy had clasped her hands and, holding them above the girl's head, was now proceeding to smother her with kisses.
Whilst his lips trailed along her collarbone, Rogue's eyes half closed and she let out a light sigh, running her hands through Remy's soft hair. Her slight fingers clutched at his auburn locks as Remy's tongue trailed up Rogue's navel, his hands delving underneath the girl's top only to push it up so that his tongue could lay claim to the bounty that the material had covered.
With each little light nip of Rogue's hardening buds, the girl let out a gasp that seemed to reverberate right down to Remy's nether regions and his suave leer up at her let Rogue know full well that he wasn't finished yet…
2:00am
Entangled just as much with each other as the bed sheets, the couple panted heavily, unable to move from their current positions due to the exhaustion that they both felt.
Remy's face was cushioned upon Rogue's bosom and she gently stroked the soft curls that fell about the man's face, looking divinely unkempt. With a lot of effort, Remy lifted himself onto his elbows and pulled his weight up the bed so that he could lie next to his beloved, kissing Rogue's lips so gently that she kept her eyes closed long after he'd moved away, a soft smile gracing her rosy lips. Quite happy to watch her, Remy certainly was but with a frown he gradually remembered why he'd really come.
The woman could be damn distracting at times.
"Cherie…"
"Don' call meh that Swamp Rat," muttered Rogue, the angelic smile upon her lips now turning devilishly sassy in an audacious manner. "Ahn what?" she questioned whilst opening her eyes to Remy, recognising the inquiring tone of the Cajun's voice.
But her smile disappeared when Remy, in all serious of the matter he was about to divulge, sat up, unable to look Rogue in the eye. "Remy?"
"Remy don' wanna say dis Chere…merde," brushing a hand through his hair, the man sighed, "shouldn' have t' say dis when I couldn' even resist coming t' see y'." When Rogue sat up though, Remy's tone turned light again as he – proving his point about how irresistible Rogue could be – couldn't help his gaze falling to her chest as the sheets slid down to her waist. One hand immediately clutched around Rogue's waist whilst the other massaged her chest lightly, calming the girl's anxiety. His voice soft and light, the man whispered to Rogue as she lay down again, her eyes closing in comfort of Remy's sexual desires. "Homecoming eh? Y; know how important dis is t' Remy…et Belladonna," with that one word, the whole mood in the room changed and Remy stopped massaging Rogue when she pulled away from him. But the Cajun wasn't having it and twisted Rogue around so that her back was pulled up against Remy's chest, making sure to keep other parts from disturbing the moment.
Trying to pull away when Remy wrapped one arm around her waist and the other just above her chest, Rogue found herself trapped, "get off meh, Remy."
"Non. Y' don' understand; dis ain' easy but it's…well it's important t' Remy. Can' y' understand that?" pleading was a last resort but Rogue suddenly quit fidgeting and relaxed within Remy's grasp. "Dis t'ing…us…us, Chere. Dis can' be known by any un anyways…mais, dat's even more essential now. No more playfights in de middle o' school; no more flirtatious looks when we t'ink dat no un is lookin', Rogue…Remy can' risk dat. Not only Remy's reputation is at stake but de game could be; havin' opponents is merde, mais when dey know de filth on y', it's even worse. Not dat y' filth or anyt'in'…y'…y' de best t'ing ever happened t' moi. Rogue…Rogue?"
But she couldn't care less what she was to Remy because, right now, all Rogue knew was that tears were pricking at the corners of her glistening eyes and she could barely contain them.
"Remy has t' go Cherie…merde," picking up Rogue's new alarm clock, the Cajun glared at the time before shaking his head, "got important practice tomorrow, eh?"
But the girl said nothing and just stayed put as Remy's arms loosened from her waist.
When he finished dressing, the man glanced back at the girl hunched up on the bed and sighed, "aw…Rogue…" but when his hand reached out he was cut short when Rogue finally spoke up; having said nothing and not even moved since he finished his speech.
"Goodbah Remy…"
"…" What could he say? The only reasonable response slipped out of the smooth-talking Cajun's mouth before he could think of anything better, "au revoir…"
And within a minute he had clambered out of the bathroom window and pushed it shut to let Rogue know he was gone.
Her quiet sobs shook her shoulders as tears cascaded silently down her pale face.
Clouds gently shifted across the moon, covering it; casting Rogue in the dark once more.
End of Chapter
I know; Remy is such a gay, right? Right! And JONDA; that made me giggle so much writing that! I think this was a pretty good chapter to wait for with JONDA and ROMY! Ok, for all of you that haven't guessed this yet, but I'm English and I'm gonna try the whole aspect of homecoming soon, going upon advice I've been given. If anyone has any tips for what happens or just small things that normally go on that would be great! Five reviews please, ta! Hope you enjoyed and I'm SO sorry for the wait!