picture perfect

disclaimer: x-men does not belong to me.

Pietro was sitting on his bed thinking. Wondering

if the only person who he loved would love him back.

he was thinking about Evan, the x-men known as Spike.

Every day he would taunt and tease Evan just to get him to notice that he exists. Pietro also wondered if he kissed Evan, would Evan kiss back?

He looked down at the sketch pad in his lap. he had done it again, he drawn another picture with out realizing it. noone knew he liked to draw. It was a detailed picture of Evan standing sideways and shooting a spike from his arm, the spike looked more like a thorn but he could make his spikes look like that, so it didn't matter.

He always drew pictures of Evan, after all he is picture perfect.