Chapter 3

Never in his life, did Todd have so much fun. And that was only from watching Evan squirm and sweat about meeting Pietro after school. He only wished, that he could see the speedster in his sophmore classes. When the bell rung Todd run, or rather hopped, to his hiding spot, from where he could see the bleachers. About a minute after him the local speed demon showed up.

He looked even more nervous that Evan. His face was flushed, the usually perfect hair were ruffled. Todd wondered why.

"Maybe it wasn't such a good idea, after all. They took it way too serious," thought amphibian mutant. "I don't want them killing each other."

Then Evan showed up. And there was nothing left for Todd to do but watching.

"Hey," said Pietro seeing Evan coming towards him. "What happened to your head?"

"Got hit with a basketball."

"Ouch."

"My sentiments exactly."

Silence. Then Evan said:

"So, I got your note..."

"What?"

"The note? From you?"

"I didn't give you any notes. You gave me one!"

"No I din't!"

"Then who did?"

Silence. Both boys were thinking about their mysterious 'mailman'. Pietro risked taking a step towards Evan. He was glad to see that the younger boy either didn't notice it or (hopefully) didn't mind. Suddenly blonde's head shot up.

"Today is a Fool's Day."

"Great! So-now-somebody-is-making-a-fool-out-of-me-by-setting-me-up-on-a-date-with-a-guy-I-want-since-middle-school..."

Pietro's hands flew to his mouth, but it was too late. The words were already spoken. Evan looked at him strangely.

"I'm-sorry-I-know-you-don't-want..."

But he didn't even say half of it when his words were cut off...

Todd would never believe it, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes. Pietro Maximoff, Bayville's speed demon and the most famous playboy, and Evan Daniels, skater's king and Pietro's greatest and most definitely STRAIGHT rival, were making out. And it wasn't an innocent kiss. It was "almost-painful-full-lip-lock-with-biting-sucking-and-tongues-in-each-others-throats-where-you-don't-know-which-hand-is-who's-and-you-even-might-have-a-hard-time-ascribing-legs-to-their-owners" kiss.

"Wow," breathed Evan, as he tore himself away from Pietro. The speedster was breathing heavily, his eyes glistening. He didn't say a word, just kissed Evan again, this time more gently.

"So... When did you change your mind about this?"

"I don't know. I guess the day summer camp was over."

"Why you didn't say anything?"

"C'mon! You haven't spoken to me for two weeks. And then you framed me for burglary. And then there was this whole mess about X-Men and the Brotherhood."

Pietro thought for millisecond. "Yeah, you're right."

They stood like that, holding each other tight, for a little longer. Suddenly Pietro felt Evan's hand move from his waist, then along his spine, to rest on the curve of his ass. He smirked, but gently swatted the hand away.

"I might be cheap, Daniels, but I'm not doing this here. I have some dignity left, you know?"

Evan laughed softly and moved away for the speedster.

"I have to go anyways. Unless you want Wolverine with a searching party on your back."

"No, I think I'll pass."