Hello again! I've wanted to post another fic since my YGO fic is doing so well; in hopes that this, and my other fics that I post, will be as liked as my "Ah, The Great Outdoors" fic. However, if you haven't already noticed, this fic is a XME fic, starring my favorite group(s) of mutants…THE BROTHERHOOD!!!! (The Acolytes are also in this, and that is why I said 'group(s).) One of the main reasons why I love the Brotherhood so much because Pietro/Quicksilver is a member!!! If you didn't already know this, Pietro is my FAVORITE cartoon character in the history of cartoons! (Read my bio for more info) His sister Wanda is also one of my favorite characters, and I also really like Lance. Anyway, I'll stop blabbering on an on, and just get to the fic. Don't forget to R&R. But remember, no flames please. Thankx.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from X-Men: Evolution. TT WAHHHHHHHHHH!!! I don't own Pietro!!!!

Rating: PG (Due to some swear words)

After you read this, please go and read my friend Ice-Spirit Phoenix's fan fics. And please leave lots of nice reviews. Thankx.

(A/N: Just a few things I wanted to say about this fan fic are…

I wanted to categorize this fan fic in three groups instead of two, but since I'm only allowed to use two…yeah. So this is the categorization of this fic: humor/general/romance.

The reason it's romance is because of the main pairing: Wanda/Pyro. There are NO other pairings. I just wanted to clarify that.

Some of these chapters will be considerably shorter than the chapters in my other fan fic. I'm really sorry about that, but I just end the chapter where I think the ending would be best. Even if that means that the chapters are really short.

Okay, now that that's all cleared up, let's get on with the fic!

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An Average Day in The Brotherhood Household

"Will you knock it off?!" An angry voice from the living room shouted.

Lance Alvers, leader of the Brotherhood, had a very short fuse when it came to his housemates making a racket at eleven o'clock at night. Especially when he was trying to beat a game on the play station that they "barrowed" from the electronics department in Wal Mart.

"It was all Todd's fault," came Pietro's voice from upstairs. "I told him to stop but he didn't listen to me."

"Was not, yo," Todd, the youngest member of the Brotherhood argued. "It was all Speedy's idea."

"Why you little…"

Suddenly, Toad came hoping down the stairs screaming at the top of his lungs.

He jumped onto the couch next to Lance. "Help, he's gonna kill me!"

"Who's gonna kill you?" Fred asked as he walked in from the kitchen with an arm load of junk food.

He was answered when a gust of wind blew past him.

Todd was no longer on the couch, or anywhere to be seen.

"BAM!" The floor shook from the vibrations of something hitting a wall.

"Should I go stop Pietro from breaking every bone in frog boy's body?" Fred asked Lance.

"Yeah, I guess so," Lance replied. He wasn't even really concentrating on what was going on anymore, with the exception of his game.

Fred went upstairs and came down a few moments later. With one hand, he had Toad by the ear, and with the other he had Pietro by the scruff of the neck.

"Lance," Pietro snapped. "Tell fat boy here to let go of me."

"WHAT'D YOU CALL ME? Fred glared at Pietro. He had accidentally loosened his grip on both boys, which was exactly what they were hoping for.

In a flash, Pietro was sitting by Lance on the couch, with a teddy bear in his hand.

"Keep away from me or else Mr. Sunffykins gets it," He threatened.

Fred's eyes began to well up with tears. "Not Mr. Sunffykins," He whimpered.

Todd hopped over next to his friends.

"Yeah, you leave me alone, too."

Pietro raised an eyebrow. "Who ever said I was defending you?"

Todd was about to reply, when he heard a car door slam.

"Oh goody, Cuddlebumps is home," He jumped up to open the door. "Hello, snookums, did you have fun shopping?"

He was answered by a hex bolt.

"Well, that's another dent in the wall," Lance commented. "How many is that, Pietro?"

"Let's see," Pietro took out a small notebook. "That will be the 286th dent in the wall made by Todd."

Lance didn't look surprised.

"Could someone give me a hand here?" Pietro's twin sister, Wanda was standing in the hallway with several shopping bags in her arms.

Before Lance could even answer her, Pietro had zipped up to her and was asking over and over, "Did you get me anything?"

He took some of the bags from her, and started to look in them.

Wanda whacked him over the head with her purse.

"Maybe I did and maybe I didn't," She answered. "Before I tell you, would you please put a few of these upstairs in my room?"

Her brother sighed, but zipped them into her room anyway.

"Well?" He asked when he came back.

"I can't remember," Wanda said. She walked up the stairs without another word.

Pietro glared after her.

"Well two can play this game, sis," He muttered under his breath. Zipping over to the chair, he sat down and opened a book that he had hidden behind his back a moment before. It was small, and black with a scarlet gothic-looking butterfly.

"Hey, what's with the book?" Lance asked. He had given up on the game and had directed his attention to the object in Pietro's hands.

"Wanda's diary," Pietro replied calmly, his cerulean eyes shinning.

"What?!" Todd exclaimed, as he lifted his face off of the floor.

Lance jumped off the couch and ran over to the chair that Pietro was in.

Even Fred, who was still angry at Pietro over the "fat boy" remark, came over, interested.

"What's it say about me, yo?" Todd asked eagerly.

"Nothing important, I'm sure," Pietro muttered.

"What was that?" Toad glared at him.

"Oh nothing, did I say something?" Pietro asked innocently. Well, as innocent you could get being Pietro. He flipped through the pages until he found her latest entry.

"Ok, this is what she wrote yesterday," He began to read the entry aloud.

"June 18." "Well, today started out normally, or as normal as it can when you're living with maniacs."

"Hey, I'm not a manic," Lance protested.

"Oh sure, singing a love song to a picture of Kitty is perfectly normal," Pietro said sarcastically.

"Never mind him, just go on with the diary," Todd said, practically jumping as high as the ceiling.

"Fine, where was I," Pietro quickly scanned the page to find his place.

"Ok, the first face I saw this morning was surprise, surprise, Toad." "I swear, that guy never leaves me alone."

Todd seemed to be in a daze.

"Uh, Toad, you ok?" Fred asked.

"She writes about me," He said, drooling all over the place.

"Yuck, watch where you're drooling," Lance snapped.

Meanwhile, Pietro had been flipping through the pages. He came to one page and stared at it, unbelievingly.

"Pietro?" Lance waved his hand in front of the snowy haired teen's face.

"I don't believe it," Pietro's voice was barely more than a whisper.

"What, WHAT?" Todd had snapped out of his trance.

"My sister has a crush on someone," Pietro answered, a grin starting to form on his face.

"WHO!" Todd burst.