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Chapter 14:
"Hey!" Wanda greeted Evan with a kiss.
"Hey," he replied, a wide smile on his face. Even though he was smiling Wanda could still tell he was really tired.
"Was that Lance with Jean I just saw outside in her jeep?" Evan asked, confusedly.
"What? Oh, yeah, Jean offered to take him out to dinner. Michael and Rahne are there too," Wanda answered.
"Oh weird," Evan replied, though, he was secretly happy that Lance was far away from his girlfriend.
Wanda waved off the topic, pulling him up the stairs. "So tell me, what did Calisto want?"
He waited until they were in their bedroom to answer. "Their tunnels flooded. They needed help moving what was left of their stuff into a new place. It was a lot of work. I offered the X-men's help but she refused, so each of us had 3 times the amount of work."
He sat down on the bed and rolled his head from side to side. Wanda was immediately behind him, hands on his shoulders, massaging them. Evan sighed happily, making Wanda smile.
"Why doesn't she trust us? We're exactly like them?" Wanda reasoned.
"No, not exactly. I mean all their powers make them look different. With a couple of exceptions here, everyone looks normal. When the plates started growing all over me, I didn't want anyone to see me. So I understand. But I'm thankful that it was only a phase in my mutation. I missed being here. And I love being with you," Evan explained, reaching behind him to place an affectionate hand on hers. In answer she leaned down and kissed the top of his head.
Then resuming her efforts she commented, "But they still trust you, don't they?"
"Yeah, I guess because I know how they feel," Evan stated, his voice going distant.
Wanda stopped massaging his shoulders and came to sit in front of him. She started unbuttoning his shirt, gaining his full attention. She slipped it off his shoulders.
"Why don't you go have a shower?" she suggested.
He grinned mischievously, "Come with me."
"I just had one before you got here. You go ahead, I'll be right here when you get out," Wanda answered, with a grin of her own.
"I'll be right back," he said, urgently stumbling out of the room.
Wanda laughed at his retreat and then sighed contently.
She had to be the happiest person in the world at that moment.
"Look, oh wow, it's so beautiful. You so can't see this at the institute!" Amara said amazedly.
"Yeah, I know," Pietro answered absentmindedly.
Amara had insisted that they climb in a tree to catch a glimpse of the sunset. They could see it perfectly from their perch on a thick branch.
Amara caught the hint of restlessness in his tone and frowned at him, the sunset now forgotten.
"Pietro, what's wrong?" Amara asked concerned.
"Nothing, I'm just watching the sunset," he said quickly.
Truthfully he was wondering about what Lance had commented on and about his strange friendship with Amara. He had thought her an annoying pest when he had first met her. Now he probably couldn't live without her. She was his lavagirl.
'Wait? My lavagirl? Where'd that come from?' Pietro suddenly thought. 'She's nothing but my friend. My best friend.'
A friend that was there for him through his ordeal with Rogue. Amara was there when he'd had his heart stepped on. Could he have recovered so quickly if Amara wasn't there? Maybe it was because of her that he'd gotten over Rogue. He had something better now.
"Really Pietro, I know you better than that, you can't lie to me. What is it?" Amara insisted.
"How do you really feel about Pyro?" he blurted out without thinking.
"Oh God! Not that again!" she exclaimed. "Ok. I admit he likes me. But I only like him as a friend. That's it, end of story. Oh God, just take me home!" She was thoroughly frustrated by his question and all of the sudden not in the mood for watching a sunset.
She jumped down and waited impatiently for him to follow. When he finally did he started to say something. "Amara-"
"No, just get me home," she said furiously. She was a little taken aback by the hurt expression on his face. But he picked her up and zoomed away before she could say anything.
When they touched ground at the institute doors, he tried again. "Amara I just want to make sure you're all right. That Pyro's not taking advantage of you or anything."
"God Pietro! I'm not some innocent, little girl and if you took your head out of your ass long enough you'd see I like you and nobody else!" she shouted. Then seeing Pietro's shocked expression, she gasped, realizing what she just admitted. She ran inside quickly.
Pietro stood there, frozen by her admission remembering the tears slipping down her cheeks just before she sprinted inside.
"Oh man, I'm such an ass!" he yelled at himself, before zooming inside.
Michael sat with Jean at the bar as he watched Rahne dance with Lance. He had to grit his teeth every time Lance got too close to her.
After a disastrous dinner- in Michael's opinion- Jean who was oblivious to the tension at dinner had suggested they all go to a club. She had even offered to sneak Rahne in, who was only 17.
Dinner was a very frustrating escapade. He'd sat next to Jean, right across from Rahne, who sat next to Lance. Every time his feet touched Rahne's under the table he was sure he blushed or Rahne blushed. And to make matters worse he was sure Lance noticed every time.
A couple of times during dinner Lance had whispered things into Rahne's ear that made her laugh her pretty laugh. It took a lot of his strength not to punch Lance right then.
And then when Jean was smiling at Lance sweetly, he got jealous again. As soon as they left the restaurant Michael admitted to himself that he was one messed up person.
And now here he was watching Rahne and Lance dancing too closely on the dance floor, while Jean talked cheerily. But the second Jean mentioned Lance's name she had his attention.
"You know I think Lance will make a good X-men," she announced, she had a look on her face that he couldn't read. "You know he tried before, but when Scott started blaming him for stuff the younger students did, he decided to leave. But I think out of all the Brotherhood he's the one who really cares about people the most. Even when he was all bad, he was saving people." Now he knew that look. She admired him, or was it more? Then she sighed, an almost sad sounding sigh. "Do you think him and Rahne would make a good couple?"
"What? No!" he stated adamantly, maybe a little too adamantly. "I mean what gave you that idea?"
"I don't know," she said warily, looking at him strangely. "It was just a thought."
"Why aren't we dancing again?" he asked, if only to change the subject.
"Because you hate this song remember," Jean replied, a little snappy.
'Oh God, this is going to be a long night,' Michael thought.
Lance pulled Rahne closer. "You know Michael has been looking at me all night like he's going to kill me. Why is that?" he sounded very amused.
Rahne snuck a peak at Michael seeing that Lance was right. "I don't know," she answered truthfully.
Lance grinned then, twirling her around and bringing her back, she had to smile at the sudden dance move. "Could it be that he's jealous?"
"Jealous of what?" She frowned.
"Of me dancing with you, of course," he said as if it were obvious.
She laughed suddenly, she couldn't help it. "Why would he be- He's got the most perfect girlfriend sitting right next to him."
"Care to test that theory out?" he asked propositionally.
"How?" she asked.
"Let me kiss you," he suggested.
"What, no!" she said quickly. "No!"
"Why not? I mean it's not like you have a boyfriend. Or is it that you're afraid Michael, there, will come after me?"
"First of all, no, Michael would not care if you kissed me. Secondly I don't think you should in front of Jean," she told him, hoping to turn the tables on him.
"Jean? Huh?" he asked dumbly.
"She's looking at you with a dreamy eyed stare. It's quite obvious she's crushing on you," she said, winking at him before he turned them around.
He blatantly looked at Jean, who smiled shyly at him, blushing a little. He could feel his face turn a little red as he turned them back around.
"See," she stated smugly.
"Shut up," he muttered, as they finished the dance.
Well that's it. I hope you liked. Thanks to my three reviewers Rogue14, MarkC, and PyroLady. You guys are great!
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