Being woken up by another earthquake from Lance started Pietro's day on a bad note. Speeding through getting dressed he ran downstairs, glaring at his team fighting over something once again.
"Hey! Shaddup!" He yelled at the boys who were now practically destroying the kitchen. His head was pounding from the noise as he sat down and devoured his gigantic bowl of sugary cereal. It was practically 1pm, as he had slept in as late as possible, and although it was Saturday the team had nothing planned and he was feeling exceptionally lazy as it was. His team, however, seemed wired, still running around, half fighting, half trying to avoid the silver haired boy who's father could squish them like bugs.
He finished his cereal and rinsing the dish in the sink he placed it in the dishwasher that had somehow managed not to be destroyed yet. Speeding into the living room he found the team now fighting over what to watch and he snapped at them again.
"Hey, why don't you guys get out for a while? Go see kitty or something, Lance." The younger boy perked at the though and dashed out the door with a 'later!' Now two more and he had the whole house to himself. Supposedly, considering no one ever knew where Mystique was, at any given moment.
Toad looked up at him from the couch, saying "What are we supposed to do, dawg?" Pietro frowned at him.
"I dunno, go to the fair or something, it's been advertized everywhere for the last week, just in the city over."
Toad scoffed at the ground, "I ain't goin' to no fair dawg, that's gay yo!"
Pietro twitched angrily and Toad blanched. "Hey man, I didn't mean it, I forgot! For realz!" Toad backed up slowly keeping his eyes glued to the speedster. After the incident of finding some explicit magazines in Pietro's room instead of the few bucks he had been looking to "borrow", everyone knew about Pietro's…"lifestyle choices".
Pietro glared at the boy who jumped onto the end of the couch farthest away from him, cowering. Blob huffed in annoyance as he settled on a channel and Toad continued to apologize. Pietro decided to ignore them. So maybe they made a few lewd jokes about his 'gayness' every now and then, but at least he had been accepted, as long as he didn't hit on any of them, like he would even want to. He growled in frustration.
"I'm going to the gay fair, stay out of my room!" Toad nodded and Blob huffed as he walked out the door, laziness no longer pulling him down. All he wanted to do was get out of the house and contemplate his feelings. The fair would keep him busy in case he just wanted to zone out. Either way he would probably be thinking of a certain blue someone the entire time. All his feelings had come to the surface the first time he had seen a certain blue someone in one of the many battles with the x-men.
He was obsessed with Nightcrawler, every battle he fixated on him and no one else, though he was sure the younger boy and newest x-man must have just thought he had some insane hatred for the fuzzy boy.
Pietro sighed, coming to a stop at the bus stop. He didn't feel like running, and he had enough change in his pocket to get him there and back on the bus if he so desired, and on a Friday like today getting into the Fairgrounds was free, plus because it was the last weekend in town all the rides were also free.
As he stepped onto the bus he decided something in his day was going right as he walked down the narrow isle toward the person who was almost always present in his thoughts. This would be a good day if he could convince Kurt to come with him, and it didn't look like it would be too hard as Pietro laid eyes on the duffle bag next to the disguised x-man.
Sitting down right next to the boy, who didn't seem to notice at first, he saw his opening for conversation in the form of the Manga the boy was reading. My Little Butterfly. He chose his words carefully. If he could hope, even for a second, that Kurt reading this particular Manga meant what he thought it meant, then he would be one step closer to having Kurt.