We started dancing around the parking lot through the snow. I didn't know how to dance very well so I let him lead.

"Why did you storm out of the dance?" Pietro asked as we spun through the snow.

"People were saying stuff about me not having a date and I guess my emotions got the better of me." I said looking away so he wouldn't see that I was crying again. He may have been dancing with me, but he'd never date me and it hurt to realize that the one thing you wanted was the one thing you'd never get.

"Well, everybody was worried after you left and Tristan told me off and said I should go find you. I still don't know what he was talking about." He said looking up at the stars.

"If you just came to find me then why did you ask me to dance?" I asked looking up at him.

"When I saw you on the hood of the car you just looked so miserable. I thought that maybe dancing would help cheer you up. What's the point in coming to a dance if you're not going to have some fun?" He said glancing down at me.

"That makes sense." I said as we stopped dancing.

"Here hold onto my hands and walk back until our arms are straight." Pietro said with a smile. I did as he asked and we started to spin around in circles. I couldn't help but put my head back and look up at the stars as we spun. I started to laugh out of pure joy until he stopped us and I almost fell over.

"Do you feel better now?" He asked steadying me.

"Yeah, thanks Pietro you're a good friend." I said without thinking. A look of hurt crossed his face but he quickly masked it with his normal smirk. We walked back to the gym right as the dance ended and went to get our friends. As Jean, Rogue, Kitty, and I headed back to the car I realized that I was still wearing Pietro's jacket. I held it in my hands and looked around the parking lot, but I guess they had already left because Lance's car was gone. When we got back to the mansion I thanked Jean and the others and headed to my room. I changed into my pajamas and was getting ready to crawl in bed when I remembered the jacket. I grabbed it off of my chair and headed down the hall to Pietro's room. I gently knocked on the door and waited until he came and opened it.

"Umm… I forgot to give you your jacket back." I said holding it out to him. He took it from my hand with one quick motion.

"Yeah thanks." He said before retreating back into his room. He threw the jacket to one side of the room and collapsed on his bed before I realized that his door was still open.

"Umm…are you okay, Pietro?" I asked pushing the door open and walking in the room. I walked over to his bed and gently tapped him on the shoulder.

"I'm fine, so just go back to bed." He snapped looking up at me. He must have noticed the hurt look on my face even in the dark because he sat up and looked at the floor, "Sorry for yelling at you, but it's Tristan's fault. I'm still trying to figure out what he meant when he told me off earlier." He said putting his head in his hands. I could tell that he wanted to be left alone so I quietly walked back to the door.

"Well, goodnight." I said giving him one last glance before closing the door. I didn't like seeing him like that so I did what I thought I should.

"What is it Sky?" Tristan asked when he opened his door and let me in. I walked over to the bed and sat down waiting for him to do the same.

"What did you tell Pietro at the dance?" I asked when he sat down beside me.

"I told him that he was an idiot and needed to open his eyes. I said that he needed to stop being so selfish and pay more attention to other people's feelings." Tristan said looking at me.

"Well thanks to your little rant he's in his room right now beating himself up trying to figure out what you meant. You need to explain it to him. I don't care if he knows or not, just so long as he isn't miserable." I said standing up. Tristan stood up and glared at me.

"You want me to go tell my enemy that the girl I'm in love with loves him. No fucking way! I'll do anything but that!" Tristan yelled covering his ears.

"If you won't do it then I'll just get Lance to tell him." I said walking over and throwing the door open. I ran to Lance's room and threw the door open making him jump out of bed.

"What's wrong Sky?" He asked grabbing my shoulders.

"I need you to tell him. I need you to tell Pietro." I said as Kitty ran into the room.

"Sky, just sit down and tell us what's going on." She said walking over to us. I sat down on the bed and tried to slow my breathing.

"Tristan told Pietro that he was an idiot who needed to open his eyes. He told him that he was selfish and needed to pay attention to other peoples feelings. Now Pietro's in his room trying to figure out what Tristan meant and he's miserable. One of you guys needs to tell him for me. I give up and I don't care if he knows." I said calmly. I looked up at my two friends.

"I'll tell him for you, but you two should get back to bed." Lance said walking us to the door. I got back to my room and went to sleep dreading the questions that would be asked tomorrow. The next day I woke up and headed to the kitchen to get something to eat when I felt a gust of wind go past me. I froze in my tracks knowing exactly who it was.

"I s it true?" Pietro asked faster than usual. He had stopped in front of me and now held onto my arms for dear life.

"I take it Lance told you already." I said slipping out of his grip and brushing past him as I once again headed for the kitchen.

"So it's true. Wow, I just thought that Lance was being an asshole and trying to pull a joke on me." Pietro said walking beside me. I walked over to the fridge and got a can of vault before walking over to the counter and grabbing a green apple from the fruit bowl. Suddenly Pietro pulled me to the side and looked me in the eyes.

"Look I know that I've never really talked to you that much, but it's because ever since the first day you came here I've liked you. I like you a lot Sky, and I didn't know how to tell you until now. Now that I know you like me too, I think it's safe for me to ask this. Will you go out with me?" Pietro asked. My breath hitched and I dropped the now empty can of soda. I eventually recovered from the shock and smirked at him.

"What do you think the obvious answer is?" I asked throwing my soda can in the recycle bin and throwing my apple core in the trash. I looked up and saw a genuine smile cross his lips. As we walked out of the kitchen he silently reached over and held my hand. As we passed other students in the halls they stared at us. It was the best day of my life.