"Look," I say while walking to the house, "can we just forget about all this crap and hang out?"
"Yo, we got a new TV! It was there when we got here! It's our lucky day!" Lance, Fred and Todd were in the living room, but Wanda and Pietro were nowhere to be found. I head up stairs to the room, where Wanda was in bed, reading on her stomach.
"Why aren't you downstairs with the glorified new TV?" I ask, she turns and shrugs.
"I'm not a big fan of them. Plus Toad will probably hit on me"
"He probably would" I chuckle a bit, and she smiles and heads back to her back.
"Do you know where Pietro is? I kind of need to talk to him" I just want to apologize, for whatever I did. It's not my fault I'm not ready to share my past.
"In his room. Don't worry about him, his just a stubborn idiot."
"Oh you're his sister, you're supposed to say those kinds of things" Siblings always throw each other under the bus.
"Yeah I know, that's why I said it"
"Thanks and… you're pretty awesome" I tell her, because it's true. I can't wait to see what her power was.
"You're not so bad yourself, just make sure you torture my brother" Someone really doesn't like her family.
I head down the hall, searching for his room. It was there, obviously, and the door was closed, locked actually.
"Hey, can you open up?" I ask, banging on the door. There was no answer. Maybe he wasn't there. Still, I used my foot to knock it open – the wood was so fragile I barely used any force. Peering inside, he was there, lying on the bed. His hands were tucked behind his head as he stared at the ceiling.
"What do you want?" He asks. He sounds pissed, which is just confusing. I didn't really do anything wrong.
"Okay, just because I don't want to tell you something, doesn't mean I don't trust you. It's just, we barely even know each other, so how can we trust if we're barely even friends"
He sighs after a moment, which was followed by awkward silence.
"There are a lot of things going on right now, for me. You didn't do anything. I just really hate my family, and yet I still work with them… what is the point of that? I don't even know my mother, you know, but I hate her for leaving."
"I didn't really know my father. Maybe they met each other in hell?" He laughs, followed by sitting up. He looked frazzled, with a mixture of sadness. It was obvious he was having a bad day and he probably just blew up at me.
"You know what? I know a movie that we should watch. I used to always love it. It'll cheer you up" I say, "but you have to get it from blockbuster"
I whisper the name into his ear, and it looks at me as though I'm an idiot. But I'm not – just a girl.
"Already done"
He zooms away and as I walk down the stairs to the living room, he is already there, putting the movie in.
"What we watching?" Fred asks.
"A movie she insists is good. It better be worth it."
He pushes in the movie, and the screen appears. I miss watching TV. I sit on the couch in between Pietro and Lance, while Fred is in the chair and Todd is sprawled on the ground.
The move John Tucker Must Die starts playing and I can't help but smile. It was a cheesy movie – yes – but I still loved it.
As it wore on and the main girls played some jokes on John Tucker for being such a player, I grew tired, and – this is probably even more cheesy – I curl my feet up on the cushion and lay down, placing my head on Pietro's leg.
"Wh- what are you doing?" He stutters.
"I'm tired, like the movie so far?"
"Um, ye-yeah, it's alright"
He was a bit uncomfortable. I should get up. His body is tense. I start to raise my head to just sit normally again, probably leading to sleeping while leaning my head back.
"No, um, you can stay lying down, it's fine"
"yo, since when do you stutter?" Todd asks, looking up at us from the ground.
"Yeah, your like a ladies man. A player, really" Fred chimes in.
"Unless..." Todd starts.
He and Fred exchange glances, smiling like the idiots they are. This can't be good.
"PIETRO'S GOT A CRUUUUUUSH!" They say together.
Though the lights were dim, I could see Pietro's pale face turn a bright red. He was blushing - which means its true.
Lance throws a pilliow at Todd.
"Shut up, I'm trying to watch the movie!"
"Fine, yo, just pointing out the facts" The room goes silent as the movie fills the wall.
"Are you sure?" I ask.
"Yeah, of course. Your comfy - I mean, as long as your, you know, comfy and happy"
I put my head on his thigh and his body relaxes. I'm comfy, maybe he is too. I don't know why I'm doing this. He's cute, he's funny and though he is stubborn, he's great. And apparently he likes me. Oh yeah, that's why.
Heehee, Pietro timeeee. There will be Pyro chapters, so hang in there!
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