By: X-MENobsession
AN: This is my first ever story, so please review but try not to be too cruel! Yes, I know the title sucks but I've never been very good at coming up with titles anyway. I mean, look at how I title my chapters. So read and enjoy. There will be a second chapter whether you like the story or not simply because I have nothing better to do.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything except for my really lame title and all the time I have on my hands. I've got too much time on my hands. Can you believe such a calamity? I've got too much time on my hands. Take it away, take it away from me! I don't own that song either!
Thoughts
Chapter 1 "I Thought you were just bored..."
A brown-haired, blue-eyed Kitty Pryde carefully tip-toed around the entrance of an abandoned warehouse. Rumor had it that the Brotherhood of Mutants had been hanging around there lately, and, as the X-Men, Kitty (a.k.a. Shadowcat) and her friends were trying to figure out why. The rest of the team was checking the other parts of the building. It was so large that when they split up, they were each forced to search on their own. Scott didn't like this at all, he believed very strongly in the buddy system. However they had to cover a lot of ground in a short amount of time...it was a school night.
Kitty was trying to be as quiet as possible, but it seemed like even her breaths were echoeing back at her. She didn't really know what it was she was supposed to be looking for, but she hoped she'd find it soon. It was getting late and Kitty still had to finish her math homework.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew on Kitty's back. She shivered and thought to herself, Like, they really need to work on that draft! Then the wind blew again and Kitty turned around. She felt an eerie sensation that someone was close by. "Who's there?" she yelled. Her voice wavered a bit and it didn't sound as loud as she had planned, but can you blame her? This place was just too creepy! Then another voice came from behind her...
"Hey, Pretty Kitty!"
"Ah!" she screamed and turned around to see a smiling Quicksilver standing in front of her.
"Don't call me that!" she yelled at him.
"You know you love it," Pietro said, still smiling devilishly.
"I do not," Kitty mumbled finally getting comfortable in her own skin again after she had just jumped out of it.
Pietro casually walked over to a large crate and sat down on it. "So what's a sweet girl like you doing wandering around an abandoned warehouse after dark?"
Kitty took a few steps toward him. "I could ask you the same question."
"Ah, but you see, I have a reason for being here."
"Well so do I."
"Yes, but mine is actually good."
"Than may I ask what that reason is?"
"Sure."
Kitty waited for him to tell her, but all he did was raise his eyebrows. Then she realized what he wanted her to do and figured that she might as well humor him.
She put her hands on her hips, tilted her head, and said, "All right, what is this stellar reason you have for being here?"
Pietro opened his mouth like he was about to answer, then paused. After a few seconds of pretending to think about it he finally said, "None of your business."
Kitty sighed. Quicksilver wasn't going to tell her anything and by now she was just wasting time. But just as she decided to walk away, his cell phone rang. She got a good look at the phoen when he answered it. It was nice. Top of the line. Kitty figured he'd swiped it. He was certainly fast enough.
After a lot of "yeah"s and "sure thing"s Pietro hung up and put the phone back in his pocket. He then stood up and said, "Well, Pretty Kitty, I'd love to continue this intriguing conversation, but duty calls."
Kitty decided to try and get some information out of him one last time. "You're not, like just gonna leave me hanging, are you?"
"About what?"
"Why are you here Pietro?" Kitty practically screamed at him.
"You really want to know why I was here?"
"Yes," she answered, exasperated.
Pietro leaned in close to her and motioned with his finger for her to do the same. She did, and he whispered in her ear, "To distract you."
Then he was off, leaving only a gust of wind in his wake. And Kitty was left there alone, kicking herself for being so stupid.
Kitty was lying on the living room couch, just staring at the ceiling. Rogue was upstairs in their room listening to music. Sometimes Kitty could stand Rogue's taste in music, but right now she was depressed enough.
Idiot! Quicksilver was the distraction! And I totally fell for it. Thanks to me the entire mission was a waste.
"That's not true," Jean said, walking into the living room.
Kitty sat up on the couch and asked, "Jean, were you reading my thoughts?"
"More like overhearing." Jean sat down next to Kitty. "The mission wasn't a complete failure. I mean, we got lots of improtant information."
"Such as...?"
"Well, we now know that the entrance you entered was the only way to get into the building, and...um...if Quicksilver was supposed to be the distraction than that means the Brotherhood is doing something that they want to distract us from." She knew she was grasping at straws here, but Kitty looked so sad.
"Nice try, Jean." Kitty still felt upset, but she gave her friend a smile. She didn;t need to be worrying about her.
Just then Nightcrawler teleported in. "Mein freund, look at this!" He shoved a piece of paper in Kitty's face. She and Jean quickly read it over.
"A dance contest?" Jean asked when she had finished.
"Ja, at zhe end of zhe month. I vas wondering if Kitty vould like to join with me."
"That sounds like fun," Jean said as she turned toward Kitty. "And it will keep your mind of the...not-completely-failed mission."
"I'd be happy to enter with you, Kurt." Kitty loved to dance and she was good at it too. Her only concern was Kurt's dancing ability. "But do you like, know how to dance? I mean, I've never seen you do it before."
"Vell, not really, but I read on zhe school's website zhat zhey're starting classes after school tomorrow. Do you vant to come with me?"
"I already know how to dance, Kurt."
"I know but you could help me."
Kitty thought about it. It might be kind of boring if she knew everything they were going to tech her. She had taken lessons back in Minnesota. But it might actually be fun. Kurt was going to be there and he always knew how to make her laugh. Besides, you never know, something interesting might happen...
"Whatcha up to Lancey?"
Lance was sitting at the kitchen table in the Brotherhood's boarding house. The table was covered in papers which were now all over the floor after Lance jumped from Pietro suddenly showing up right next to him. "Don't do that!" he yelled as he started to pick up the papers.
Instead of helping him, Pietro sat down and started to balance a pencil on his nose. "So what's all the paperwork for?"
"Most of it's just homework, but the rest..." Lance put a flyer on the table in front of his team mate who dropped the pencil and read it.
"There's a party this weekend, so what? Looks kind of lame."
"Hey!" Lance grabbed the flyer and looked it over to see what was wrong with it. "It happens to be our party."
"Man, we suck at throwing a party...since when are we throwing a party?"
Lance sighed as he put the last stack of papers on the kitchen table. "Since 3 days ago when I told you about it. Why else do you think we're clearing out that warehouse?"
"I thought you were just bored..."
Lance sighed yet again. "Just make sure that everyone at school has one of these flyers." He handed bunch of papers to Pietro.
"All right," he said. "But can I change the stupid posters? 'Cause if I'm gonna have my name linked to this party it had better be great."
"Your name won't be linked to the party. None of ours will. The party is supposed to be thrown by an 'anonymous student'. That way people actually come. After they see what a cool party it is, we tell them that we're the ones who threw it, thus making us cool."
Pietro stared at him for a few seconds. "You have some serious issues..."
Lance had way too much to do, he couldn't handle dealing with Pietro anymore. "Go ahead and change whatever you don't like. Just leave me alone, okay? I'm busy."
Pietro had already happily run out of the room when Lance began to think about what he just said and wondered whether he had given Pietro a little too much power...
THE END (OF THIS CHAPTER)
AN: I hope you liked it, I know I sure did! Please review! PLEASE!