Everything had been perfect. Nothing, it seemed, could go wrong.

And yet, on Parker's strange knack of having incredibly bad, luck, everything had.

It had started when her alarm went off that morning. Parker swore that she had set it for earlier the previous night, and yet it had gone off. An hour late.

How, she still wasn't quite sure. Maybe she had just been asleep when she had set it. She couldn't blame herself if she had; this party had taken and entire week of decorating to prepare for. She was only grateful the Professor had been able to keep Remy on a mission for so long.

Anyway, she had gotten up and thrown some clothes on, hoping to be able to shower and change later. Oh, was that ever a mistake.

It had taken her until five o'clock that night to finish decorating, and even then, the other X-Men had forced her to go upstairs to at least change her clothes.

"But… but…" she argued as Kitty shoved her forcefully up the stairs.

"Like, don't worry about it, Parks!! We got it under control!"

Parker had not so willingly given in at that point, muttering under her breath about that being what she was afraid of. Kitty, Jean, Amara, and Rogue-to everyone's surprise; then again since Remy had moved into the Institute, the two had seemed as close of siblings as even Rogue and Kurt had.

And she prayed it was just right for him. It was his birthday after all, as it was the first birthday he would be spending at the Institute, and Parker wanted it to be perfect. She was only afraid the girls wouldn't destroy the downstairs while she got ready.

And such was what she returned to within the half hour.

As a matter of fact, it had been worse. The decorations were all over the floor, the table was not set, and the cake-

"Where's the cake?" Parker asked, horror causing her voice to shake vehemently.

"Cake?" Jean asked incredulously. "The, uh, the cake…"

"She let Kitty make it," Rogue finally stated bluntly, crossing her arms and trying her hardest not to laugh.

Parker, on the other hand, was having difficulty not crying.

If it was one thing she had been spared on, it was the fact that she did not cry. Because just as she was going to respond, the door flew open, revealing none other than a very tired looking Remy and a slightly amused Professor Xavier.

"What's all dis?" Remy asked as he crawled (almost literally) in the door, looking around in half bewilderment and half amusement at the chaos that was the Institute's lobby.

"It was a birthday party…" Parker asked, voice still quaking slightly, but now with unshed tears.

"Parker, it's-" the Professor began, but Parker cut him off.

"It's absolutely ruined!" she cried. She was going to rant a bit, but she felt a hand take her own. She looked, slightly stunned, to where Remy was looking at her, grinning ear to ear.

"Ya tried ta throw Remy a party, eh?" he asked with a chuckle, and she nodded weakly. "Well, Remy t'inks its gonna be a great party."

He grinned mischievously and walked her over to the radio. Quickly, he turned it up, and a popular song began to blare throughout the house. He pulled Parker close and began dancing. She grinned and joined him, soon followed by the other girls in the room and eventually the boy of the house, who had conveniently hid from the girls in their mad decorating rage earlier that day.

Hours passed, and the party really was an excellent party, as Remy had predicted. But it was slowing down fast, especially as some of the last few songs had been relatively slow.

A slow one finally came on, and Remy pulled Parker close to him. He could now smell the citrus hairspray she had used to tame her hair, and he sighed into it. Parker sighed as well.

"Remy, I'm-"

"So glad you decided to do dis for Remy," he cut off, pulling her even closer. He turned to her, a grin on his face, and chuckled. "We gonna have to do it again sometime, non chere?"

Parker couldn't help but grin back. She cupped his cheek with her hand and brought his face closer to hers, kissing him lightly. He repeated the action, not relenting as quickly as she had.

The kiss grew a bit more intimate and the couple forgot about those around them. However, the forgotten X-Men did not want to be left so forgotten.

It was Kurt who began the hoot, but within seconds, the entire Institute had joined in, leaving Remy grinning like an idiot and Parker blushing redder than a cherry.

She, however, knew that it had been a successful birthday party.