A/N: D'oh! I should have mentioned that this was only the FIRST chapter :P sorry, sorry! Anyway, I've been watching Season 2 and the more I see the more I'm rooting for Lance to get together with Kitty! They make a cute couple, dontcha think?--though Pietro is and always will be my first choice^-^ OK time to stop rambling. Anyway, this is only my technically my THIRD fic ever but I started it waay before "Normal Jean," so I'm still getting the hang of this--I need feedback to know how I'm doing so far. Thanks! *bounces*
1. Under the Influence
I had that dream again. It was a late Friday night, or maybe it was Saturday.
We're in the living room, and it's actually clean. The couch is in one piece cause Freddy hasn't sat in it yet, and we're sitting together with the TV on but we're not watching it. I'm looking into her big, beautiful blue eyes and whisper "pretty kitty."
She smiles shyly and wraps her arms around my neck, leaning into me. God, she's so pretty and little--her head rests against the center of my chest (yeah we're standing up now). I could just pick her up and take her upstairs and...
Any train of thought I might have derails as Kitty raise on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against mine. I kiss her back and wrap my arms around her tightly, my Kitty, my little kitten, my beautiful girlfriend, and I smile. Things are finally as they should be. It was love at first sight, at least for me. At first she resisted me, but only because she was under the misguided influence of her parents and the X-Geeks. Now she's finally come around and turned to me, the only one who's ever really been able to help her.
Suddenly she breaks the kiss and I automatically lean in to make up for the distance between us but she pulled away and puts a finger to my lips.
"What's that sound?" she asks, casting a suspicious glance around us
beep beep
"What?"
Beep Beep
"That!"
I'm know what she's talking about but I don't want this to end
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
"Ah crap!" I wake up and throw myself out of bed and pound his fist on the night table, searching for the alarm clock. On the third try I got it and stopped the goddamn beeping. I look around my room. It's messy and lonely in here. I sigh and fall back into bed. "Damn," I say out loud.
Pietro sticks his head in my room. "Ya talkin' in your sleep again Lance--'Ooh, PrettyKitty!'" he sneers in that breathy, mile-a-minute voice of his and I hurl a pillow at him but I miss of course. Little bastard waits until the last second before he runs away, causing a cold current of wind to blow into my room.
Cursing from the cold and the sheer annoyance of my housemate, I manage to get my sorry ass out of bed.
It's gonna be one of those days.
Awwww, poor Lance! Dontcha just hate waking up in the cold?^^ TO BE CONTINUED...please lemme know what you think!