If I had a Diary

Rogue was stomping out the front door of her 'surprise' birthday party thinking if she had a diary this is what she'd write in it:

I knew tat I shoulda stayed in bed today. But, I was curious. How hot were te boots Jean was getting me? What did Remy get me? Wit tat in mind I got up and went downstairs. Corse nobody wanted ta give me no presents then! I had ta go ta what I spossed was a restaurant for lunch ta get em. But before I left Gambit was all 'Don't do it chere ya aint gonna like it' and 'feign sickness I'll cova fer ya'. Course I told him notin could be worse than my las birthday party oh how wrong I was.

I am going ta M-U-R-D-E-R Kitty. Right now I'm sharing my special day wit my friends and lil kids. Kids ya say? Why kids here? Tats cause im at flippin Chucky Cheese! Chucky cheese wit te cheap pizza an tubs fer chillen ta climb in an out of. I couldn't hide my disappointment the moment I removed my blindfold and realized where I was. They should be grateful I don jus touch em all and leave him here! I knew I shoulda stayed in bed.

Sure Jean's gift was great, once again Kit gave me clothes, Gambit an Logan had ta save theirs fer later, Storm gave me another plant, the Professor money, an Kurt gave me a Twilight book (I hate that book wit a passion). So I was not in the happiest of moods.

"Come on Rogue are ya atleast gonna eat te cake?" Remy asked amused at my obvious hatred of my birthday thus far.

"Yeah half-pint worked real hard to set this shi … I mean stuff up." Logan said gently.

In front of me was a purple cake wit pink swirls an eighteen candles on top.

"No I aint eatin this crap!"

"What do you like mean Rogue I made it just for you." Kitty said with hurt feelings.

"Ya made tis cake? I defiantly aint gonna eat it now!" I hissed.

I was just half an inch from leavin when Kitty told me I was being a birthday brat an tat notin she'd do ever be good enough fer me.

I guess I got angry then cause I took my cake (candles lit and all) and threw it on her. She still tried ta drag me back from the exit so I elbowed her into one those Hit Te Weasel games and took te plush mallet and waked her square cross the face.

"Ya know wat Kit notin ya ever do is gonna be good nough fer me cause ya always do tis fer yaself. An ya pastel clothes here take em I don want em!" I ripped them in her face and flung them at her. By then te others were speechless an te kids were cheering me on. Then I may had accidently smacked her or punched her I don remember which, "Now im leavin an I sware if ya follow me or even jus think bout touchin my closet again ripped clothes gonna be te least of ya worries!"

Rogue at the present time was walking home with Gambit behind her.

"I told ya to play sick no?"

"Shut up Swamprat."

"See all I do is look out for her and when I actually try ta help her she's mad at me."

"I aint mad at you. I'm mad at tat!" she pointed to the limo that drove very slowly next to them with Kitty hanging out the window shouting apologies.

"I know what'll make ya feel better."

"It aint no clothes is it."

"Nope but I thank you'll look good on it none the less."

"I don't want you as a gift!"

"Why not?" he questioned in mock hurt as they finally entered the mansion grounds. At the end of the driveway sat a wide glide Harley motorcycle with an old school chopper look with the comfort of a modern ride.

"Logan ya got a new bike! Can I ride it!"

Logan saw the bike and was NOT thrilled, "It aint my bike."

"Then whose is it?"

"Yours." Gambit smiled victoriously at her stunned expression.

"Ya got it fer me?"

"Well ya highness did command it ta have wheels didn't she?"

"Thanks Remy," she said crushing him into a hug, "This almos makes being friends wit Kitty a good thang."

Rogue jumped on it happy to see it had keys and a full tank of gas and took off before she could see Logan's mystery gift.

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Ok I know it's been a while. I kinda been writing other Romy stories so umm yeah. Sorry for taking so long Oh and what could Logan's mystery gift be hmmm …..