Disclaimer: I do not own X-men Evolution.
A/N: I haven't written any Pietro for awhile. I miss him. On that note, I don't write much anymore. Mostly cause my inspiration for Lance and I decided we weren't going to get along so well anymore. You know, cue over-dramaticness on my part. Anyway, I'd like to dedicate this to Aqua-Green Alien Queen. Even if you were just a motorcycle with your face on it, I'd still love you to death. (I'm super happy you're not though... just fyi.)
You know when you're sitting on the side of a pool, on a deck, or next to some form of water and you put your feet in to make a giant splash? Imagine doing this at super-speed. Now, imagine aiming it at someone. Needless to say, Lance wasn't too thrilled with me. That probably explains why he shook the ground and made me fall into the pool. Luckily for him I can swim. Poor guy would've felt bad for the rest of his life if I had drowned. Not that I object to that sort of attention. I am fairly prone to prima donna behavior. It's my specialty. That's why I had to catch up to him as he was walking away. I couldn't let that sort of action go without a scene, now could I?
"What was that for?"
" What do you mean? You just sent a Tsunami after me," Lance responded bitterly.
"Come on. It wasn't that bad...
"Pietro, you're an idiot ."
" Now we're going into personal insults, huh? Fine. You smell like a dog and your rock jokes don't make any sense. Also, the Scorpions did not write that song about hurricanes for you to use it to pick up girls."
Lance walked over to his jeep and grabbed a beer out of the cooler in his backseat. "Hey now. Your mom says I smell fine and my rock jokes are legit. I've also gotten at least five girls into my bed with that line."
"My mom's dead, you jerk."
"I must've rocked her a little too hard then," Lance said holding back laughter.
I must've been off my game. Normally I respond to your mom jokes faster than a speeding bullet*... Or something like that. This was becoming disastrous in a hurry. I could just see his smug little face smirking at me. He was waiting for a comeback that he knew I didn't have. Proving him wrong was becoming of the utmost importance.
I gave him this little quip, just to see him shake in his boots: "That's sort of what Kitty said. Except, I didn't end up killing her. She just came back wanting more the next night." This was funny mainly because they were still dating. However, Lance didn't think it was as funny as I did.
Which brings us to now. Both of us sitting on the couch in pain. Lance has an ice pack for his face and I have a bulk sized box of tissues for my bleeding nose as well as a bag of peas that not even Freddy would've eaten pressed to my left arm. Beaten, battered, and pissed off at each other, we both make eye contact. Even after all the stupid things Lance does (everything is his fault, obviously) I still think of him as my best friend. I know he feels the same because honestly, there's no way he could do better than me. He's really lucky that I put up with all of his stupid crap. We acknowledge these unspoken thoughts with our manly head nod/half smile.
Next move: Throw the bag of peas at him. But, of course I'm going to open it first.
*I also don't own Superman, which I sort of quoted because I thought it was funny.
A/N: Also I just read through the rules and guidelines... What happened to being able to give stories a higher rating than K? I had to go through and take out so many cuss words, just because I'm a fraidy cat.