Hey! Quick author's note. This is the first of 12 seperate one shots contained in this story. They don't follow a plotline, they're just built around the months in the year theme. For all of these, Kitty is 3 years younger than Piotr, so in this chapter, Kitty is 22 and Piotr is 25. Sorry if anybody seems OOC, it's my first XME fic. Also, sorry if it seems a little dialogue heavy. Please review with any comments or constructive criticism you may have. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men: Evolution, Honda, Miley Cyrus, any of her music or questionable talent, Times Square or any characters shown in this story.
Kitty Pryde looked around the room. Things weren't looking so great for her right now. It wasn't so much that she came to a New Year's Eve party without a date, the problem was that she was one of two people without a date. And the other person without a date was Piotr Rasputin; her longtime crush. It didn't seem so bad at first, but then she remembered what would happen when the ball dropped. They would be the only two people not kissing. That would be really awkward, and Kitty didn't like awkward. The thing was, Kitty wanted to kiss Piotr, she wanted to kiss him pretty badly actually, she just didn't think he wanted to kiss her, and she did not take rejection well.
She looked across the room, to where he was standing, talking to Rogue and Remy. As if he could feel her stare, Piotr turned and looked back at her. Kitty blushed and looked over to where Scott and Jean were playing foosball, while Piotr excused himself and walked over to where Kitty was sitting.
"Enjoying the party, Katya?" he asked, while sitting down on the chair next to hers. Kitty jumped, startled; she hadn't seen Piotr come sit next to her.
"Definitely. Warren always throws the best parties!" Kitty replied happily.
"Da. Care for a drink, Katya?"
Kitty thought for a second. She was 22, and could legally drink, but, it was only quarter past 11, and Kitty thought she ought to stay sober long enough to see the New Year in.
"Apple juice, please," Kitty replied with a grin. She loved apple juice. It was her absolute favorite drink of all time.
Piotr walked over to the bartender, and ordered a beer and an apple juice. A minute or two later he sat back down next to Kitty and handed her the apple juice with a chuckle.
"What? Is there something wrong with drinking apple juice?" Kitty asked with a glare.
"Nyet, I'm not laughing at you. You just seem to be the only one not drinking something alcohol."
"I don't hold my alcohol well, okay?" Kitty paused and looked around. "Wow, you're right. Everyone is drinking alcohol. Even Rahne's drinking!"
At Piotr's confused look Kitty elaborated. "She's only 20, right? Ooh, I bet Roberto got it for her!"
"Why Roberto?" Piotr questioned. "She's sitting with a bunch of other people, too."
"Well, they're going out, aren't they?"
"They are? How do you know that? I live at the Institute too and I've never heard that!"
"You've gotta keep your ears open, Petey!" Kitty giggled. "I bet I can tell you who everyone in this room is dating."
"I bet you can't," Piotr retorted.
"Loser fetches winner a beer?"
"You're on!"
"Hmm, let's see…" Kitty paused and looked around the room. "Rahne and Roberto are dating, Rogue and Remy are too, Scott and Jean go out, Kurt an— "
"Even I knew this much, Katya," Piotr interrupted, teasingly. "You've got to do better than this to win."
Kitty glared at him. "I wasn't done yet! Anyways, Kurt's dating Amanda, Bobby and Jubilee go out, Ray and Tabby date, Sam is dating Amara, Warren and Betsy are dating, and the two of us are single. That's everyone!"
"Impressive. I didn't know half of that. What kind of beer do you want?" Piotr asked.
"Surprise me. And like I said, you've got to keep your ears open!"
While Piotr was fetching her beer, Kitty got lost in her thoughts.
'Maybe being dateless isn't so bad. After all, it does give me got lots of time to talk to Piotr. I can't complain about that!' She looked over at him, while he was waiting at the bar. 'I can't believe he doesn't have a girlfriend. I mean, who wouldn't want to date him? He's the kindest, most caring, sweetest, guy ever! Plus, he's an excellent artist, a great teammate, and he's sexy. Extremely sexy. I could look at him all day.' Kitty sighed as she stared at him. 'He's, like, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome. Plus, he's Russian. It's not like he wasn't hot enough without the accent, because he was. The accent just makes him even hotter. And his eyes are so gorgeous. The most beautiful shade of blue in, like, forever! And his muscles! They're so— Kitty! Cut it out! You sound like a 14 year old girl! I do not want to go back to being 14!' Kitty mentally admonished herself as she continued to stare at Piotr while he waited for her beer and talked to Bobby at the bar.
Kitty wondered if he felt the same way she did. Rogue had assured her numerous times that he did, but he was too shy to say anything about it. 'Rogue would know if Piotr liked me or not. After all, she's dating his best friend. Maybe I'll tell that I like him tonight,' Kitty thought idly. 'After all, the new year is a time for new beginnings.' Kitty nodded, her mind was set. 'Maybe I should have a beer or two first, though. I don't want to chicken out.'
Piotr came back holding two Sam Adams'. He kept one and handed the other one to Kitty. They sat in silence for a minute, sipping their beers, waiting for someone to have something to say.
"So, Katya how is life?" Piotr asked, finally breaking the silence.
"Life's good. And you?"
"It is good as well." He paused. "It is hard to talk about our lives when we live in the same house."
"I know, right?!" Kitty exclaimed. "So what can we talk about?"
"We can always complain about Logan's Danger Room sessions," Piotr suggested.
"Oh. My. Gosh. Those are the worst!" Kitty replied enthusiastically. "It's like he enjoys our pain!"
"I am quite sure he does. Especially Bobby's pain."
"Yeah, but that's Bobby's fault. Ever since he put Logan's uniform in the load with the red clothes when he was on clothes washing duty, Logan's been out to get him. The pink and purple Wolverine uniform was, like, the funniest thing ever, but it was still stupid. Bobby should've known Logan would track him down and make him regret it."
"Bobby should be more careful with his pranks. He's going to really get in trouble sooner or later," Piotr commented.
"Seriously. He's 21 now. You'd think he'd have grown up a little bit, but no. Not Bobby. He's probably never gonna grow up. I'm really glad he's like that, though. With all of this anti-mutant shit going on, we really need some humor at the Institute."
"I'm sure eventually the regular humans will accept us for who we are," Piotr reassured her. "This can't go on forever."
"Do you really think so?" Kitty asked, worry evident in her voice. "It sure doesn't seem like it now."
Piotr took one of Kitty's hands in his. "They'll have to, Katya. The number of mutants is constantly growing. Soon they won't be able to afford to discriminate against us without fearing revolution."
"Not if they wipe us out first."
"Katya, this is a day for celebration. Forget your worries for tonight. It's a new year, a new beginning. Maybe in the New Year we'll reach peace." Piotr paused and looked around. "C'mon Katya, let's go watch the TV. It's almost midnight."
Together they walked over to the couches around the TV. Neither one of them realized they were still holding hands. Piotr sat down by the armrest of the couch facing the TV and Kitty plopped down next to him.
"Hey, Amara, what time is it?" Kitty asked Amara, who was sitting on her left-hand side on Sam's lap.
"It's umm..." Amara pulled out her cell phone and checked the screen. "It's 11:56. Wow, only four minutes until midnight."
Together, Amara and Kitty broke into song. "Time is waiting, We only got 4 minutes to save the world! No hesitating, We only got 4 minutes, 4 minutes!"
"Hey, you guys!" Sam shouted over the two girls singing Madonna. "C'mon! It's almost midnight!"
Amara and Kitty stopped singing as everyone rushed over to the TV area and tried to squeeze onto the 3 couches. Predictably, there wasn't enough room, and Ray, Tabitha, Scott, Jean, Rogue and Remy all had to sit on the floor around the TV.
"Ray!" called Amanda, who was cuddling with Kurt. "Turn up the volume! I can't tell who's singing at Times Square!"
After Ray turned up the volume, everyone discovered that they were going to spend the last moments of 2009 listening to Miley Cyrus sing "The Climb." Unfortunately for the boys, every girl in the room, in addition to Kurt, knew all of the lyrics and sang along. Most of them sang quite off key and sounded rather tipsy.
"Damn! How many beers have they had?" cried Roberto in horror.
"Too many," replied Scott unhappily. "Far too many."
"Who do you think is gonna throw up first?" asked Bobby gleefully.
"Kurt," said Ray.
"Oh yeah," agreed Warren, "it's definitely going to be Kurt."
"I'm not so sure," argued Piotr. "Katya doesn't drink well."
"Damn straight! Kitty can't hold her alcohol at all," laughed Sam. "Remember when we went out for Jubilee's 21st birthday and Kitty threw up after two beers? It was hilarious!"
Kitty reached out and smacked them both simultaneously. "I can hold my alcohol fine!"
"That's not what you said earlier…" Piotr teased.
"Shut up!" Kitty growled as she smacked him again.
The song ended and the television screen rolled over into a Honda commercial.
Suddenly Warren stood up. "Champagne! I forgot to get the champagne!" He started to walk quickly over to the bar.
"Hurry up, hun!" called Betsey. "Only 2 minutes 'till midnight!"
Kitty started getting nervous. Everyone was going to kiss when the ball dropped. 'Should I kiss Piotr? We're gonna be the only two not kissing. I mean, I want to, but what if he doesn't want to. Aw, crap! What do I do? I hate making difficult decisions!' Kitty's thoughts ran wild as she tried to keep from hyperventilating. As Kitty calmed herself down, Warren returned with 18 glasses of champagne and started to pass them out. 'Look,' she thought. 'No problem. Everybody's going to drink their champagne when the ball drops, not kiss.' Kitty glanced at the TV.
"Only 30 seconds left, you guys!" Kitty called out excitedly. The babble of voices grew. Kitty watched the countdown of the TV.
"20 seconds, everyone!" cried out Jean. The clock kept ticking closer and closer to midnight. Finally, it got to 11 seconds.
"10!" screamed everyone in unison, as the ball started its descent.
"9!
"8!"
"7!"
"6!"
"5!"
"4!"
"3!"
"2!"
"1!!!"
When the countdown reached 0, everyone simultaneously drained their glass of champagne. Once they set down their glasses, all of the happy couples leaned in to kiss.
Suddenly nervous again, Kitty turned around to face Piotr. Piotr had just turned around too, and before either of them could speak, their lips had met.
It wasn't Kitty's first kiss, but it was the first one that mattered she realized. Kissing Piotr wasn't like kissing Lance, it was much better. Kitty and Piotr finally separated, coming up for air.
"That was…" Piotr started, unable to finish.
"Wow," Kitty finished, saying the only thing she felt capable of. Piotr just nodded. Kitty looked around and realized that all of her friends were laughing at them.
"What?" she asked crossly.
"Just impressed that's all. Y'all were kissing for at least a minute!" laughed Rogue.
"Actually, it was only 47 seconds," Bobby announced.
"You were counting?" Warren asked, surprised.
"Yep. It could turn out to be good blackmail sooner or later."
"Nice thinking, Frosty!" exclaimed Tabitha.
" Anyways," interrupted Jubilee, "do you guys know what time it is?!"
"12:01?" volunteered Scott, in a voice that suggested he was talking to a little kid.
"No shit, Shirlock!" retorted Jubilee. "I mean, it's time for fireworks!"
"Alright! I love fireworks!" shouted Kurt, as he jumped up and down, clearly displaying the maturity of the 23 year old that he was.
Everyone climbed up the flight of stairs out of Warren's basement, chatting happily, and walked out into his backyard.
"Hey, Remy! Want to give me a hand with the fireworks?" called Jubilee.
"Remy'd be delighted to be of service, fille," answered the Cajun as he walked up beside her. Everyone sat down on the grass as Jubilee and Remy quickly talked through what they were going to do for the show.
When Kitty looked up, she found herself sitting next to Piotr. She waited for Piotr to say something, to nervous to speak first, unsure of where they stood relationship wise.
"So, Katya, I was wondering; would you like to go out with me sometime?" Piotr asked hopefully.
"Like, on a date?"
"Da. On a date."
"I'd love to!" squealed Kitty excitedly. "When?"
"How about this Friday, at 7? Dinner and a movie, perhaps?"
"That sounds perfect!" Kitty was thrilled. It was like everything she had wanted for so long was finally happening. "You know, you were right, Piotr. The New Year is a new beginning. A fresh start."
"You should've seen that coming. I'm always right," Piotr smirked at her.
"Ha, you wish!"
"I got everything else I wished for tonight. Why not that too?"
Kitty laughed and leaned up to kiss him and Piotr leaned down to meet her lips. The kiss was just as sweet as the one they shared when the ball dropped. When they broke apart, Kitty grinned and put her arms around his neck, pulling him back down. Kitty kept her arms around his neck and Piotr put his hands on her waist as they continued to kiss under the fireworks Jubilee and Remy had just started to shoot up.
They finally stopped kissing and just watched the fireworks. Piotr scooped Kitty up and put her in his lap. She leaned back against his chest and he put her arms around her. They sat together for the rest of the fireworks show, content to be together, surrounded by their friends, and looking forward to the rest of the year.
Yet another author's note: This was set in the basement of Warren Worthington's elaborate mansion. I'm not entirely sure if he had his own mansion in the show, but this is set 7 or so years later, so he does now. The bar is set up in the corner, and he has a butler or someone tending the bar.
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~Cloverhand