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Entry number fifty.
Stuff was pretty normal around here for a few days. On Monday, I sparred with Logan in the danger room, which isn't normal, but nothing extraordinary happened. On Tuesday I painted my toenails a pretty coral pink colour. On Wednesday, I watched American Idol.
Normal, hum drum stuff. Nobody bugged me. Nobody teased me. It was quiet.
Too quiet.
No, it wasn't too quiet, I've just always wanted to say that.
Anyway, on Thursday I was in my room, sitting on my bed cross-legged with my laptop, doing some "research" at the Professor's request. I can't tell you what it was, because obviously that kind of info is like, classified. Duh.
I was so immersed in my "research" that I almost didn't even hear the knock on the door, but I snapped out of it just long enough to mumble my permission for the knocker to come in.
I guess the door opened and shut, because the next thing I remember was hearing "Katya?"
My concentration was shattered and my head snapped up to look at him. Sorry Prof. Priorities man... priorities.
"Pete?" I blinked. "What time is it?" I looked down at my watch thinking that maybe I'd been "researching" longer than I thought and missed dinner or something. It was only like 2 in the afternoon, so it obviously wasn't that. I looked back up at him and noticed the frown on his lips.
"Are you busy?"
"No. Is everything okay?" I asked, closing my laptop and shoving it aside, expecting to hear some very upsetting news judging from the somber look on his face.
"You have been avoiding me."
"No." I cast my eyes down to my laptop and shrugged. "Not exactly. I just haven't... been in the same place as you, at the same time that you've been there."
He pursed his lips, clearly not buying into my bullshit excuse. "I am not liking this."
I sat there with my mouth wide open as if I was going to say something, but nothing came out. As you all must know by now, it takes a lot to render me speechless. Finally I croaked "You don't like what?"
He sat down on the edge of my bed and furrowed his brow, looking down at the carpet. "I never see you anymore."
I stammered for a moment, suddenly feeling very nervous, before saying, "But you said friends. I mean, we're friends. It's normal friends. Normal."
I am such an eloquent speaker, right?
"I was wrong." He looked up at me and gave me a half hearted smile. "We are not just friends. I care about you very much."
He stared at me and my heart lurched into my throat, leaving me totally incapable of speech. I hate when that happens.
"Really?" I squeaked. The corner of his mouth tugged up and he nodded.
"Of course Katya. How could I not?"
"You were mad at me... for being a bitch. You know I didn't mean what I said... right?"
"I know." His brow furrowed again as he nodded. "I did not like hearing about the bathroom."
Bless him for not actually saying "about making out with Lance in a rank bathroom in a seedy restaurant where you ripped your pants practically in half and were inflicted with food poisoning."
I simply looked down at my hands because I had no idea what to say. I could apologize again, but he already knew I was sorry. Finally, I mumbled, "It was those evil pants."
I cautiously lifted my eyes to meet his, and I instantly noticed the twinkle in his eye that he got when he was suppressing a laugh. "Maybe you are right."
"They took over my brain." I explained.
"Mmhmm." A grin spread across his lips and he nodded. "It is really too bad they were so evil. I did enjoy the view."
My jaw dropped and I giggled, feeling the blush breaking out over my cheeks.
His eyes grew serious again and he took my hand, causing my heart to go into double time. "I am glad that you are back."
I nodded once quickly composing myself and staring back into his eyes. "Me too."
He leaned towards me a little bit, lifting his free hand to my face. "I missed you Katya."
I really do love it when he says my name. My heart was beating at the rate of a hummingbirds by this point, and he'd inched a little bit closer to me. His hypnotizing eyes scanned over my face and he murmured "I would like to kiss you."
I closed my eyes, "You don't have to ask, Pete." I whispered, closing the space between us.
His lips are so soft and smooth... and they taste like cinnamon. I don't know why. And he smells like Irish Spring soap. The mere memory of it gives me a hot flash.
It was seriously the best kiss ever.
And it ended all too soon, when Pete pulled back slightly, and said "Did you feel that?" with a furrow on his brow.
"Hell yeah." I muttered dreamily, pulling him back in for another. This time, I wrapped my arms around his neck and got a little more into it. He's seriously like a drug. I totally get all those songs that talk about love being a drug. Because if I could bottle up Pete's kiss, and sell it on the black market, I'd make a fortune.
I'd call it Piotr-a.
And it'd be pink. And shaped like lips.
And then my bubble burst when I suddenly felt what Pete had originally been referring to. I yanked myself back and jumped to my feet on the increasingly unsteady floor.
The increasingly unsteady, swaying and rocking, floor. I looked back at Pete and blinked before hurrying over to the balcony on shakey legs.
I knew exactly what -or should I say who- I was looking for. I kind of expected him to be standing outside my balcony on a giant wave of earth, but he wasn't. He wasn't anywhere, that I could see. And then the mansions alarms started blaring, causing me to wince and duck back into the "safety" indoors. Pete took my hand and guided me through the halls and the sudden throng of panicked mutants as we all headed down to the sub basement for shelter.
Next thing I know, we're all crammed into the Mission Room while Logan counted heads to make sure we were all actually there.
"What the hell is going on?" Rogue demanded, before Logan had finished, causing him to grumble and start over again.
"We're under attack." Remy said flatly.
"Well obviously we're under attack Einstein." She spat, turning back to Professor X. "But why?"
Professor X tented his fingers, furrowed his brow and pursed his lips. I don't know what he was doing, but I can only assume he was communicating with someone. Or someones.
Emma locked eyes with me, dropped her eyes down to my hand, which was tightly gripping Pete's, and then smirked and gave me a wink.
Totally not the time Emma.
"The Acolytes and the Brotherhood have united forces." Professor X finally said. I can't say I'm surprised. Lance and his dumbass friends are followers. They're like lemmings, lost without a leader. Left to wander around freely. Some of them randomly dig, while others may blow things up, until they all eventually walk off a cliff.
"Why are they attacking us?" Bobby repeated Rogue's earlier question.
I had an idea...
And it didn't involve all of the Acolerhood. Just one disgruntled member. I took a breath and almost stepped forward when I felt Pete squeeze my hand. He didn't look at me, or say anything, just squeezed my hand. I took that as a sign to keep my mouth shut.
"You four." Logan pointed at me, Rogue, Emma and Remy. "Downtown." He locked eyes with Remy who nodded. "The rest of us will keep guard here."
"Wait," Tabby held up a hand, "Why do they get to go?"
"Yeah, why do I have to go?" I whined.
"Because I said so." Logan growled. I expected Pete to stop me from protesting further. Instead, he stepped forward and frowned.
"I will go with them."
Then Logan's eyes dropped to our linked hands and he looked back at me for a moment. I would pay good money to find out what he was thinking. He looked to Pete and shook his head.
"Sorry Tin Man, we need you here."
Logan and his stupid pet names. God. I swear, he actually takes time to think these stupid things up, and writes them all out in a list.
"Don't worry big guy," Emma said as everyone started clearing out, "I'll take care of her."
"Ummm... she can totally take care of herself." I snipped, even though I know I probably can't.
I turned to Pete and he wrapped me up in a hug, "Be careful Katya."
"I will. Don't worry about me." I reassured him. And then as the four of us were heading through the halls to the change rooms, in total awkward and uncomfortable silence, the weight of the situation settled down on me.
And I realized that if the Acolerhood didn't get me, I'd probably be caught in the crossfire between these three idiots duking it out.
I'm so dead.
