Chapter Four- A Red Rose


~*Jean*~

Oh, my God. I can’’t believe it. I’’m so excited. Just like a little kid on Christmas morning. Why? Because I have a date tonight with a cute guy. But, this cute guy is not just any cute guy. This cute guy is Mr. Sunglasses-at-night. Yep, Scott Summers.

Hmm.. Everything just seems so……right.

I know I’’ve already gone out with him a few times in the past, but this is different. We were just friends before, but now that we’’re on an entirely new and different level, well, you never know.

I’’m so excited! What am I gonna wear? Oh! Maybe this one? No, this one?……Nah……This is so……aargh!

~*Scott*~

Man, this is a miracle. Three years……Three years!

I always knew that she’’d be worth waiting for.

……Boy, this is gonna be hard. Should I wear cologne or not? Would she even notice? Just a little maybe?

Okay, just a tiny, tiny, little drop here and……

Aah! ..oops.

…….

Damn.

~*Remy*~

Cheréé, last night was wonderful. It was all a man could ever dream of happening. Petite, you just made Remy Lebeau a very happy guy. Just lying down here……still can’’t believe that the Remy Lebeau can’’t sleep because he can’’t stop thinkin’’ ‘‘bout a girl……a very pretty girl.. a very beautiful, unique and smart girl…… a very…….

~*Rogue*~

I finally know who’’s the right one for me. Sure, I still got this little thing this other guy, but now I know we’’ll never be together……Don’’t feel sorry for me, though. I don’’t feel sad about it. Because I know he’’s happy. I know they’’re both happy. I can see it in their faces every time I walk past by them. And every time I do, he gives me this small, but special smile. Thank you, he says. I smile back, You’’re welcome.

We may not be telepaths, but we have this special thing. And just having that makes me happy.

Wanna know what makes me happier though? Well, Remy, of course. Being with him has made me realize a lot of things. I think I’’ve changed somehow. I’’m more thankful for all the simple things in life, and happier. Confused? Hmm……well, it’’s like even though I know I might not be able to touch people for a long time to come, at least until they find a cure or something, I’’m still thankful for all the other things that I can do. Like being able to see. Being able to hear, smell, and taste. At least I’’m not helpless. I can help people in a way...

Now how the heck did Remy help me realize all that?

Last night. Together, we strolled around the garden behind the mansion. We laughed and talked. He did all the little things that mattered…… like hold my gloved hand. I can still remember how he carefully picked a red rose, quickly took out all its thorns, then gently gave it to me.
““Smell””, he whispered.

I did.

It smelled like heaven.