Ok I'm like sooooooo sorry I haven't updated in like FOREVER! Ok like storm-pietro has been too busy reading slashes and I've...well...been...well...Lazy...loll! Ok I know stormy has gotten frozen but like I can assure she's still alive... lol! Ok on with the story!
Extra a/n: this is ch 3...there's Logan jealousy...storm rebellation...and our signature jean bashing...loll!
Chapter3:
at the diner (storm-pietro's date)
Storm: how'd you know I like this place?
Pie grins mysteriously
after dinner
pietro:ok..Now where'd you wanna go?
Storm: how'd bout your place? It looks like it needs some cleaning up…
Pietro: yea ok sure...
Our dearest pietro then proceeds to pick up storm and zooms her to brotherhood's house.
a microsecond later
Storm: where's everyone?
Pietro:well…umm…they went somewhere. Thanks to a little persuasion from me...oh and by the way…you look hot tonight…
Storm: who isn't? It's summer...
Looks like she's not familiar with 'teen' talk, thought pietro.
Pietro: uhh...i meant you look pretty tonight.
Storm: oh...thanks...you don't look so bad yourself…
Pietro: well...uhh...thanks...
Storm: now, let's get this place cleaned up...
at the mansion
We enter the hall way which jean is storming down with Scott chasing behind.
Jean: YOU THINK I'M WORTH THAT CAR?
Scott: NO!NO!
Jean: ok! So now you think that I'M NOT EVEN WORTH THAT CAR?
Scott: NO YOU'RE WORTH-
A voice from the other end of the hallway: nothing.
This simple word caused a dramatic flinging of jeans bright red (almost fluorescent) hair in her attempt to see who caused the dramatic flinging of her bright red (almost fluorescent) hair.
Jean: kitty! I thought we were friends! EVERYONE HATES ME!
Jean cries, exit stage.
at the BH house
We see that the brotherhood looks VERY different. New chairs, bed...stools, lamps, saucers, shoe racks...well...you get the idea...
Storm: where did you get those from?
Pietro, with his mysterious grin: I got my ways...
At the same time, somewhere in Paris, we see two men in an empty shop. One man asks another: 'vhere ees our furniture?'
Storm: it finally looks like a house...
Pietro, grinning again: thanks to you storm...
Storm: it's not storm, it's ororo..
Pietro: ok then it's not quicksilver, it's pietro
Pie then proceeds to plop down on a couch and pats the seat next to him invitingly.
Storm sits.
Pietro: it's only 10pm…
Storm: WHAT?I GOT TO GO!
Pietro: you have a CURFEW?
Storm: well, NO, but Logan told me that IF I don't get back by 10, he going to hunt you down...
Pie: screw him
Pie kisses storm.
Storm: dammit you kiss better than Logan.
The new house door is suddenly slashed down by –yes you guessed it-
Pie stops kissing and stares up at Logan.
Pietro: oh shit.
Puts Logan and storm back at the institute
Logan, attempting to growl and talk at the same time: I SAW YOU KISSING MY GIRL!
Storm:I AM NOT YOUR GIRL LOGAN! Bring me back pie. I'm not going talk to this loser
Pie: ok!
Pietro zooms storm back