He thinks he can jus woo meh off mah feet, huh? Ah may not be some kin' o' techno-wizard like Kitty or telepathic like Jean (wish Ah was, though – let's see how she likes it when people snoop around), but Ah know what kin' o' boy he is.

Thinks he can charm any girl off their feet. Well, Ah'm one girl who's not going to fall fo' his tongue. Jus' b'cause he's from the South don' mean anythin'. Ah mean, Sam's from Virginia. Anothah Southernling. Ah don' feel fo' him, though, so y'all don' get any ideas.

Gambit's from the Bayou – Ah can tell by that husky accent of his. A Southern gal would notice his swanky Cajun ways. And his smell! Better than any o' those silly perfumes that Kitty likes ta read. Hmm, it's just very seductive…

No! Did Ah – no, Ah didn't mean it in that way. Gambit's jus' a nice change from all the other uptight boys. An' he looks better than the rest, too. Oh, an' he's got delicious looks that can make a girl swoon. He's a real Southern boy, Ah'll tell yah that. Maybe from New Orleans. What a nice body…swell ta the point o' droolin'.

Wait! Oh, all right, ah will admit that for a guy from the swamps, he sure is handsome. Incredibly…what's the word?

Man, Ah passed mah whole day o' school jus' daydreamin' 'bout the Gumbo who probably don' even give a damn about meh. Aftah all, he did try ta blow mah hand off. Then again, why am Ah thinkin' 'bout him when he did that?

Mah Lord. What is wrong with me? Ah'm tellin' yah; Kitty's a bad influence. Fillin' mah head with stories and dreams of requited love and all that sappy mushy crap. That girl's from Illinois. It ain' a wondah that she don' know what life is.

"Bonjour, cherie."

Mah head snaps ta the voice. Is that Cajun talkin' ta meh? Ah look around meh. Oh. He is. Yah'd think he'd know better.

"Why're yah here?" Ah narrow my eyes in mah best glare. "Ain' what yah're doin' called loiterin'?"

He raised an eyebrow. Damn it. Ah musta sounded like Jean – a goody two-shoes which is exactly what Ah don't want to be. Or called. Or referred as. Ugh. Meh? Like Jean? Shudder.

"Remy din' t'ink dat y' were fond o' rules."

Ah shrug. "Ah'm not," Ah reply lamely. Ah continue to walk 'cross the field an' he steps in place beside meh. Ah will not notice, Ah will not notice…oh, damnit!

"Is there somethin' that yah wanted?" Ah stop and face him, my hand on my hip. He stops as well and gives me a look that clearly says he finds meh amusin'. Oh, Ah'll show him amusin' all right.

"Well, I'm glad you asked. Actually, Remy did wan' somet'in f'om you. Y' wanna know?"

His voice had dropped ta a whisper, and Ah'm quite ashamed ta admit this, but Ah leaned closer towards him. Ahhhh! Movement! He wrapped his arm aroun' mah waist, pullin' meh close ta him. Danger, danger! He dipped his head low, an' if he went a little lower, Ah coulda zapped his life force from him, but Ah din' do anythin'.

Oh, Ah hope that no one is 'round ta see. That would be the worst think eve'! Fo' people ta come up ta meh an' wonder why all o' sudden, this gorgeous boy tryin' to sweep meh from mah feet…

His lips. Are. Beautiful. And. They. Are. TOO CLOSE.

"What Remy wants, cherie, is…you."

AH BLUSH LIKE A SCHOOLGIRL.

Damnit, Ah blush like a schoolgirl. Ah haven't blushed that hard since…well, Ah don' think Ah've eve' blushed that hard in mah life! What is wrong with meh? It's not like he was the first boy ta have eve' approached me in this kind of way…

No, really. Ah'm serious. Cody…well, before the incident that landed him in the hospital…we were close. But, back ta the current scene, because Ah'm sure y'all wanna hear 'bout…

Well. Ah'll also admit anotha thing, cause Ah know that he ain' eve' goin' ta read this, Ah stutter. Meh! Me! The infamous Rogue first blushes like a schoolgirl and then aftah that she stutters. Lord. Ah swear, this Remy will be the end o' meh.

"That's…that's (clear throat), that's nice. Ah meant, anythin' important from meh?" No! Wrong choice of words, Rogue!

He smirked. SMIRKED. Smirked that smirk that makes meh want ta slap the swamp out of him. Oh, Ah'll do Irene proud with just one satisfying slap…

"Oui, chere. Remy t'inks dere's somet'in important," he makes important sound like it's a bad word and runs a gloved finger down mah face. "An' it's called…everyt'in y' have."

"Oh. Ahh. Funny. Ah…Ah don' have anythin' fo' yah, swamp rat! Now, get off meh an'…an' go harass someone else!" Okay…see, this was the time fo' meh ta, y'know, pull away but no…he jus' has ta hold on.

"Remy don' wan' anyone else. He jus' wan you. Don' you understand dat?" Now he seems a bit mad. An' damn those sunglasses. What does he need 'em fo', anyway? So, being impudent, Ah bring up a hand an' take off his sunglasses. When Ah see what he's hidin'…well, Ah was surprised.

They were just absolutely beautiful.

"Y' like what y' see, cherie?" His words were gritted out as he tried to take them back from meh. Ah hide them in the waistband of mah skirt an' just peer into those devilish eyes. Red-on-black. Perfect on him.

"Shugah, do Ah like what Ah see. Yah shouldn' hide them, y'know. With these, makes yah look a lot more irresistible."

His eyebrow quirked and he winked. "So you t'ink dat Remy is irresistible?"

Ah close mah eyes and berate mahself, yah just boosted his ego, Rogue!

"Remy likes dis color on you, chere. Dere's no shame in it so don' hide it. Fo' me, s'il vous plait." His voice lowered to a dangerous whisper. "B'sides, I like your looks. Y' got 'nough charm fo' dis Cajun."

Well, that's nice, Ah wanted to say ta him. Ah rolled mah eyes at him an' tried ta get out of his grip. Oh please. Snoozefest if he thinks that he's goin' ta git anythin' from meh.

"Au revoir, cherie," an' then he left. Ah saw why, but Ah shouted ovah ta him:

"Hey, Remy! Ah still got yoh glasses. Goin' ta give meh somethin' bettah nex' time?"

He grinned an' nodded an' then Ah went ta deal with Scott. "Don' worry, there's nothin' goin' on. An' yeah, Ah need a lift."

So that's how today went. Fun, wasn' it?