Life science amazes me, which is why I want to go to medical school once I'm in college in a couple of years. However, I'm not exactly sure what would happen if someone fell into a river that has a temperature below 40 degrees Fahrenheit. This sounded pretty accurate and I decided to go with it. Read and review!

Oh, and this is the chapter with all the fluffiness in it. It's not fluffy enough to make you puke or call it slash, but, alas, fluffy enough to make you get a warm, fuzzy feeling inside. And in case you're wondering, I use their names a lot instead of saying he or him because I'm afraid somebody will mix up what's happening between which one.

Evan tried to swim to the surface but something was blocking him from escaping the cold, bone chilling waters. Ice. He was running out of time. Evan was able to hold his breath for about a minute and fifteen seconds. It had already been thirty seconds.

Crap, where was an exit when you really needed one? 'God, help me!" Evan screamed out in his mind.

Just as Evan was about to drown, he felt an arm loop around his waist and pull him towards the surface. When he was able to, he took in a huge gulp of air. He felt a nice, warm jacket being placed over his cold, drenched one.

"Thanks Mr. Angel," Evan said. Only an angel could be this kind as to risk his life and save a drowning teenager.

"Fuck," the angel replied. Evan opened his eyes as the word. What angel would use such language? He saw the angel's white, silvery hair dripping wet. It's beautiful blue eyes looked straight into his dark brown ones. The sun glistened behind the angel's head, making him look even more holy.

The angel picked Evan up and started heading towards his cabin. 'There must be something wrong with him,' Evan thought. 'He's shivering really bad.'

Once they got to the cabin, the angel started a fire in the fireplace and placed Evan in a chair next to it.

Pretty soon, Evan's thoughts started clearing out and he realized that it was not an angel that had saved him. It was a demon. A speed demon, to be exact.

"Oh shit," Evan said.

Pietro grinned through chattering teeth. "What happened to thinking that I'm an angel?"

Evan noticed that Pietro wasn't wearing a jacket anymore and was dripping wet. Evan was drying off rather quickly since he was near the fire. Pietro was on the other side of the cabin next to the window, as if he wanted to die of hypothermia or something.

"Why'd you try to kill me?" Evan asked in a bitter voice.

"I w-was just m-messing around," Pietro stuttered. To try and recover his dignity, he added, "asshole."

They sat in silence for a little while, until Evan decided to break it by saying, "Why are you shivering like that?"

Pietro's body seemed to be vibrating. "Gee, I don't know, maybe it's because you weren't the only one who was in the pond you know. I also gave you my jacket, which you're still wearing by the way. I was able to take it off before I went into the pond to save you."
"Stop complaining and come sit over here," Evan ordered. Pietro seemed happy to obey and zoomed over to the fire. Well, he tried to. He ended up tripping and falling onto the wall, which shook the house and caused some ice to fall into the chimney, which put the fire out. Pietro looked ready to cry.

"I wasn't that cold anyways," he said through clenched teeth. He tried to will his body to stop shaking, but it would not obey.

Evan watched Pietro as he got the remote and started flipping through the channels. Pietro was trying to start another fire, but kept on dropping everything. Finally, Evan decided he had tortured Pietro enough and said lamely, "Want your jacket back?"
Pietro nodded as Evan threw him his jacket. "Thanks." He muttered.

Evan was astonished. Did Pietro really just say thanks? He never thought the speed demon was capable of doing such a thing. "You're welcome," Evan replied.

Pietro put the jacket on but it only seemed to help a little bit. Evan then handed him his own jacket, which had dried as well. Pietro seemed a bit reluctant to take Evan's jacket but ended up wearing it.

Evan changed the channel as Pietro seemed to be warming up slightly. (I know it seems as if Evan dried up way fast than Pietro, but let's just pretend that Evan was sitting next to the fire for about two to three hours and only cleared his head out about an hour ago.)

Evan stood up and handed the remote to Pietro, who only stared at the object. It seemed as if he was battling between wanting to change the channel and keeping all the warmth inside his body.

To say Pietro wasn't surprised when Evan brought him back something hot to drink would be the understatement of the year.

Pietro held it carefully in his hands and took a sip and made a face. "Gross, what is this stuff?"

"I'm not sure," Evan admitted. "I think it's some sort of tea."

Pietro took another sip. "It tastes like rat piss."

"How do you know what that tastes like?"

There was a pause as Pietro took another sip. "No, it tastes like…I don't know what it tastes like."

After the drink cooled down some, Pietro gulped it down quickly. "That was the nastiest thing I've ever tasted."

"Nastier than today's lunch?"

"Yep," said Pietro as he placed the cup down on the dresser next to the bed he was sitting on. He yawned as he looked at the television. It had some guys shooting each other and blood splattering everywhere.

Pietro turned the sound off the television and said, "I've met guys like that. I knew this one guy named Loco Mojo. He went to his ex-girlfriend's house and she was banging one of his friends and he comes in her house and he says…well, I don't remember what he said. It was something in Spanish and involved "fucking" groups of people. Anyways, then he goes in the bedroom and takes out his machete and he hacks of his friend's head. Then he goes in the bedroom and does the same to both her kids."

"Holy crap," Evan said. 'He's just joking around,' he chanted in his head.

"Yeah, he's Lance's distant cousin. I think Lance's mom's sister's husband's aunt's son or something like that."

'Man, I feel sorry for them, having to associate with people like that.' Evan thought to himself.

Pietro seemed like he was asleep now because he was talking with his eyes closed. "Yeah, he lives in Central America or something like that. I went there once. I was sweating in places that I didn't know I could sweat."

On the TV, a girl was sucking on a man's unmentionables. Evan made a funny eep sound that made Pietro open his eyes halfway to look at the television.

"What's wrong with that?" Pietro asked as he yawned. "It happens in real life all the time."

"I know," Evan said, "but I once put this movie on at the Institute in the living room where everyone could see it and Professor Xavier made me clean the toilet fifty times."

Pietro yawned again and asked, "What did you put in that tea? I feel like I haven't slept in years."

"I didn't put anything in it," Evan snapped.

Pietro acted as if he hadn't heard Evan and said, "I also knew this one guy who would do different things to earn money. He was a master at disguises. First, he pretended he was a cripple and went around McDonalds in a wheelchair to see if the mirrors were the right height for a cripple and since most of them weren't, he sued almost all of the McDonalds in the state of Virginia. Then, he became a male stripper and since he had such a sexy, muscular body, all the girls in the state of California wanted him to strip for them. After getting an STD, he decided to become a singer but since he was so terrible he lost all of his money and died from a cold because he had AIDS and his immune system couldn't keep his body from being attacked too bad by the virus."

"Okay, now you're just lying." Evan said.

Pietro, who was now halfway asleep, said, "Nope. He was Blob's uncle. This guy's name was Petey the pervert. You wanna know why?"

"Not really…"

"It was because whenever he would see a girl, no matter how old, he'd go over to them and squeeze their butts. And if they had breasts, he'd always ask them if he could-"

"Pietro, TMI."

A yawn. "Sorry, what does that stand for again?"

"Too much information."

"Oh, sorry."

After a couple of minutes of silence, Evan asked, "Are you asleep, Pietro?"
Pietro mumbled, "Not anymore."

"Sorry," Evan apologized.

Pietro muttered a, "whatever," and went back to sleep.

Evan wondered why Pietro was being so…kind. At least, compared to his normal self. He decided to pay Kitty a little visit and see how she was doing.

Once he reached Kitty's cabin, he heard screaming. "What do you mean I overuse the word like?"
"It's true, yo!"

"Well, I think YOU overuse the word yo!"
"So what? Maybe I like that word!"
"Maybe I like the word like!"

"Okay, let's make ourselves a little bet. Whoever goes the longest without saying like or yo wins!"

Kitty seemed interested. "What do we win?"

A pause. "…Whoever wins gets fifty dollars."

"Do you even have fifty dollars?"

"No."

"Don't bet something you don't have stupid!"
"Fine, whoever wins has to clean my room!"

Kitty made a disgusted sound and said, "Fine."

"Maybe right now isn't the best time," Evan said to himself as he sneaked back to his cabin.

Pietro was still asleep when Evan came back. "Wow, I didn't know that…" he paused as he picked up a box that contained the tea that he had given Pietro and read the label, "…chamomile tea could do that to somebody."

I have no idea if chamomile tea can make somebody tired, but if the person is already sort of exhausted, won't something that's supposed to help you sleep make them fall asleep right away?

And I don't know why I put those stories in there. The second one I heard from this boy in my class (well the first part about the man going to different McDonalds). Plus, when you're tired, you say strange things, right? I don't say weird things, but I giggle at everything I hear. I was on a trip to Washington D.C. with some friends and only got about four to five hours of sleep every single day I was there, so the girls in my group would say something stupid like, "Man, that fart smells like beef," and I'd laugh my head off. I figured that Pietro would tell some strange encounters when he's not really thinking straight. And you'll find out why he's being kinder than usual in the next chapter.

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