Disclaimer: The x-men evolution does not belong to me…okay? Don't sue me.
Author's Note: Important: This is the first x-men evolution fic I'm writing so so yeah that's it..
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Fake By Samman
Chapter 1
Now Ah'm Stronger
"Rrrrrringggg--" A hand came out from under the covers and clamped on the alarm. The hand jerked the tiny alarm clock away throwing it on the floor with a loud noise before disappearing under the covers. "Damn it's six already?!"
Rogue's muffled voice escaped from under the pile of pillow and comforter as she lay on her stomach. She turned around and spread her arms and legs in every direction like a little child. After five minutes she opened her eyes but suddenly them with her arm.
"What the hell Mystique…what's the harm in spendin' twenty dolluhs an' bringin' some blinds for this already broken window?!" When she was done and satisfied after her continues series of complaints and murmurs, she got up and strolled to the bathroom as if drunk.
"Ow…Fuck." She looked at her bad toe that she just stubbed on the bathroom door.
Rogue slid out of her night t-shirt and taking it in her hand, she smelled it and smiled to herself. Rogue remembered when Lance had lend her that shirt to wear when she didn't have anything to wear on her first night at the brotherhood. It was big on her but Rogue still thanked him for his slightest bit of concern.
Stepping her foot on the cold material of the tub, Rogue turned on the shower and gasped loud as the cold water sent chills over her body. She held her breath and wrapped her arms around tightly over her slim body. Rogue closed the tap and then took a long breath before shrieking out loudly.
"Pietroooo!!!!!"
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"You hear that Pietro?" Lance smirked to his friend who sat across him at the old and almost broken dining table.
Not being able to speak because of the pancake filled in his mouth, Pietro motioned with his fork, his eyes questioning 'what?'
"Listen carefully…" Lance shook his glass to show Pietro that where the voice was coming from. Pietro tilted his head and his eyes went wide. "Uh-Oh."
"Exactly." Lance smirked once more.
"She's gonna kinll ya. Toldya but y'never listened didja?" Toad broke in who was picking something from the pile of dirty dishes in the sink.
"No one asked for your explanation." Pietro sat there with food still in his mouth, his hand stuck in it's place with the fork in air and his eyes stayed in one positioned as he focused all his attention to the voice that was probably Rogue's.
"Heh-he.either she's gonna have a bad day or it's going to be you." Lance stood up and tried to trap the plate in the already loaded sink.
Pietro rolled his eyes and pushed in his chair as he got ready to go upstairs. "Yeah just tell me one thing…when does Rogue not have a bad day?"
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Rogue planted two wet feet on the hard wood floor as she emerged from the bathroom. The towel was wrapped around her slender figure and her hair was scrunched from the shower and fell all over her face. She quickly tiptoed to her bedroom's door and checked to make sure it was locked.
Click. She tuned the radio F.M on loud volume and went over to her broken and dirty dresser. At least it's bettuh than nothin'. Being a non-religious person, Rogue still thanked God for what she had.
"Rated R- For a mature audience-Now playing in theaters---Good morning this is Cilvia Anderson and you're listening to today's best music on PopRocks---"
"Shut the hell up and play something you ass." Rogue shouted trying to raise the pitch of her voice louder than the radio's. "And you're listening to today's crappiest music on Rockpops." She added with a mocking voice as she struggled to get the drawer open.
"Damn it—ugh!" With her tiny feet stuck against the dresser, Rogue was pulling out the handles of the drawer with tremendous effort to get it open somehow. At last she succeeded but failed to protect herself again as she lost her grip on the handle and fell back on the floor with a loud thud…
"Uhn...shit!" She pulled herself up and wrapped the loose towel around her chest again, the towel flapping around her thighs.
"The traffic's jammed on Route-112 and people are busy rushing to school and work and here is stronger from Britney on today's best music on PopRocks. Stay tune and we'll be back with some fun filled songs on this lovely morning." The anchor at the radio spoke cheerfully.
"Britney Speahs on this lovely mornin'? Go to hell." Rogue cursed the anchor person and took out her lipstick from the very little makeup that she had.
"Stronger than yesterday, now it's nothin' but mah way…mah loneliness ain't killin' meh no morrre.that Ah evuh thought that Ah wcould-Baby…Ah used to go with the flow-didn' really care bouth mehyeeah…" Rogue's voice was high about Britney'sas she sang it out loud and at the same time she pulled on her leather skirt and black tank top.
Smudging on some brown lipstick over her natural pink pout, Rogue quickly finished her make up as there was no problem for her to choose what to wear to impress the guys at school. "Psh..Ah don' give a shit 'bout those dorks." She stuck out her tongue in the mirror happily.
Rogue looked in the mirror and pointed at her reflection. "You might think that Ah can't take on mah own?? But now Ah'm stronguhhhh than yesterday..it's nothin' but mah way!" She moved her hips and danced round and round with the brush in her hand as a mic.
She threw the brush backwards which flopped on the bed. Then thrusting two bare hands in her hair, Rogue moved to the rhythm seductively…her lips pouted in a sexy style as she lip sang the song.
*Bang Bang Bang!* Rogue quickly slid to the night stand and turned off the radio, then running back to the dresser she pulled out her trademark green see-through shirt.
"C'mon out Britney Spears-we're gettin' late." Lance shouted who had been standing out of her door…and kind of peeking through the small hole in it.
Rogue stopped as she was putting the books in her back and then frowned embarrassingly. "Lance this is the last tahme Ah'm tellin' ya t' stop peekin' through the door! Go watch Blob dress up!"
She heard Lance laughing outside her bedroom. After getting dressed up she opened the door without any warning with a dangerous scowl on her pretty features. Lance backed up with his hands in the front. "Um…I gotta go-we're getting late for school."
Rogue ran after him as she yelled. "Shut up Lance Ah know y' always roamin' around the halls durin' classes."
"Yeah well how do you know-this means you skip too!" Lance panted as he jumped three four times on the last steps of the stairs. Her black boots making loud noise as Rogue chased him down.
Lance ran and stood out of the door. Pietro came and hung his bag on one shoulder. "Why are you annoying her?!" He yelled at him.
"Oh why are you defending her? Oh yeah..I get because you're scared that she's gonna kick your ass for finishing up the cold water and you're trying to take her side so she forgives you." Lance smirked as he reclined against his jeep.
Pietro said as he looked back trying to see where Rogue had disappeared. "Damn-it you know she's already mad at you and you're buggin' her..she's gonna kick both of our asses."
"Yeah right, especially 'cuz she has found out I'd been watching her dress up--not to mention the dance she was doing in front of the mirror." Lance murmured hoarsely.
"Hey-the next time you do it I'm gonna be the one who'll kick your ass."
Lance eye's widened as he jumped in the front seat of the jeep. "Ooooh…somebody has started caring about the girl—give it up Lance she can't touch you, you can't touch her..so you might as well end up with somebody else--"
Pietro glared at Lance dangerously before turning back into the house as he waited for Rogue. "Hey I just like her-it ain't like I want some relationship with her or something. And yeah-next time think before you spit out some shit like that."
He thought it was better to stop this conversation when he saw Blob and Toad coming from the Back Porch. Lance started laughing out loud to shake the anger away but when Pietro went back in the house, he shut his mouth and thought over it. Lance actually liked Rogue from the beginning and he had even thought about taking her out but it was a little too early so he let the plan drop until later.
Pietro watched as the water delicately went down Rogue's throat, he was waiting for her to finish drinking the water she was chugging down rapidly. Rogue finished and then smiled up at him, then the glass was another addition the dirty dishes collection in their sink.
Rogue scrunched up her nose. "Ugh—Nobody did the dishes last night? That was the last time you guys actually fixed the dinner at home, next tahme Ah don' know 'bout you but Ah'm gonna go and get mahself a burger an' get done with-No dishes-no washin' or kitchen duty. Besides our kitchen has always been dirty so there's no point tryin' to clean it."
Pietro smiled as he listened to her non-sense babbling as she threw the napkins and dirty boxes of leftovers in the trash can. "Okay okay. Whatever you say. It's all cuz of Mystique. It's her job to clean up if she's keepin' us in this house."
"Yeah raght. Okay let's go." She nodded and then both exited the house without locking up the front door. There was nothing in the house that was worth stealing.
Rogue took the front passenger seat, she never liked having her tiny body being squished by Blob's heavy one and Toad's dirty one at the back seats so she insisted Pietro to sit there. Everybody laughed and shouted out loud enjoying the early morning except Rogue who was thinking about another boring day at school for her. Huh…this day's gonna pass too..lakh the rest o' 'em.
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Next: Remy mentioned with the rest.
Author's Notes: I need reviews, lots and lots of them. :) Because this is my first evolution fic. Thanks for reading!