I've noticed almost outrageously small amount of Evietro, which just happens to be my favorite pairing , on this site. Therefore I'm going to fix this.

I DO NOT OWN X-MEN: EVOLUTION OR ANYTHING ASSOCIATED (though I'm working on it)

I also know absolutely NOTHING about New York, so don't sue me it I mix something up.

Chapter 1: Meeting You

Evan was bored out of his mind. He couldn't go out because of the rain. He couldn't even go upstairs to his room because of Auntie O.'s visit. So the boy sat in the living room, staring out of the window.

"Evan could you please bring the sugar?"

The nine-year old turned his head at the sound of his mother's voice.

"Huh?"

"I asked you to bring sugar."

He got up from the couch he was sitting on and went to the kitchen. Auntie O. was OK, but her visits were usually dull. The only bright side of them was that she could do some magic and the rain would disappear. Evan wasn't allowed to talk about it, but he'd ask her to do it anyways.

Just as he walked into the living room, he saw a truck pulling next to the house on the other side of the street. The house was empty for a while now, but apparently someone was going to move in.

"Hey, mom! Look! Somebody is moving in."

The boy rushed to the window to see another car parking next to the truck. From it, emerged a man around fifty, accompanied by a woman with dark hair. And then there was a small boy sitting on the back seat. He looked really sad, his head hung down, eyes staring at his lap. As if he sensed that somebody is watching him, he looked up, meeting Evans gaze. He smiled weakly. Evan smiled back. In that very moment some kind of connection was made between them.

Evan jumped out of the bed as soon as he woke up. The sun was shining, lighting up his room. The boy run down the stairs and found him mom sitting at the table in the kitchen, reading her magazine.

"I'm going outside!" he said and without waiting for her answer he rushed out the front door.

On the other side of the street, on the stair leading to the house, sat the boy Evan saw the other day. Since the sun was out and the rain didn't blur the vision, he could take a better look at him. His hair were snowy white, with two wing-like bangs. Boy's skin had the palest shade Evan had ever seen. Cerulean eyes watched him curiously.

"Hi. I'm Evan," dark skinned boy reached out his hand.

The other boy took it gently and gave it a careful shake.

"I'm Pietro."

His voice had quite distinctive accent Evan couldn't place.

"Where are you from?"

"Romania. I'm a gypsy."

Evan wondered for a while where was that. Definitely nowhere near New York.

"Hey, you wanna play some basketball?"

"What is a basketball?"

"C'mon, I'll show you!"

Evan spent the afternoon teaching Pietro basics of basketball. He was glad that the boy turned out fast learner and quite a talented player.

"OK, I need a break," blonde panted as Pietro shot another hoop.

Pale boy laughed and sat down on the ground next to Evan.

"Why do you have white hair?"

"It is silver," pouted the boy. "And I don't know. My foster mom said I'm an al-bi-no," he struggled for a little with a new word. "Is your hair always like this?"

Evan smoothed his new haircut. He adored it. The color was unusual but completely natural for him. He suspected it had something to do with Auntie O.'s white hair.

"You wanna grab something to eat?"

"Va," nodded Pietro. Evan guessed it meant "yes". They get up from the ground and walked to Evan's house. The boy led Pietro to the kitchen. Mrs. Daniels was making a dinner.

"Hi mom."

"Hello Evan. Oh, who is it with you?"

"That's Pietro. He just moved next door. He's albino from Rome."

"Romania," corrected the boy.

"Well, I'm pleased to meet you, Pietro, I'm Evan's mom. Would you like to have a dinner with us?"

Pietro blushed gently, and nodded.

"OK, I'll call you when it's ready."

The boys run upstairs to Evan's room. Half an hour later they sat at the table enjoying spaghetti with meatballs. After that, Mrs. Daniels gave boys some cheesecake.

"Gestena*," said Evan, while taking his plate, using one of the few words he learned from Pietro. His mom looked at him surprised, while the other boy laughed, proud to have such a smart apprentice.

And so the day passed and Pietro had to go home. As each boy laid in his bed, they thought that this day was definitely one of the most important in their lives. And it certainly was.

*Gestena - thank you in Romani (at least that's what my dictionary says)

Next up: Middle school begins and boys start for the basketball team. Pietro realises something...