Part Two
By: Lyo
Legals: Same
Warning: Um....more leanings to the slashiness of Pietro and Lance. ^^ And Tabitha is still not exactly in great character.
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Pietro pushed the salad around in the plastic box, chewing on his lip as Todd plopped down beside him at their table, a steaming hot lunch of cardboard in front of him, "Cool that Kelly's letting us keep the free lunch program." He tried to smile at the younger boy, who was eyeing his carton of fruit punch.
And he handed it over without incident, pulling out his bottle of water, "Yeah. One last thing for Little Miss "I'm-over-worked-pity-me" to complain about." And he speared a tomato with a blood lust, cobalt eyes troubled.
"I hear ya. Yesterday she got on my case about not cleaning the slime off my wall. Not cool at all, yo. She's not Lance. She can't tell me what to do."
"She wants to be Lance." Fred took his usual seat, biting into the tasteless chicken patty and making a face.
The thought of Tabitha commanding the Brotherhood in Lance's glass bowl helmet made a ghost of a smile cross Pietro's lips as he looked around the cafeteria again, trying to find the senior member of their little group. He wasn't anywhere to be seen. On the possibly-bright side, Tabby was also MIA. "She's not sexy enough to be Lance."
Todd choked on his lunch, "What!?" There was an amused look to his face. Freddy just shook his head, rolling his eyes.
"She's. Not. Sexy. She...she sticks her ass out like this--" He stood to show what he meant, torso sticking out from his body. "And she shoves her boobs out like...well...you know what I mean." There was a smirk as he looked in mock sadness down to his flat chest. "And she sucks with blush. Musta taken lessons from Daniels' aunt."
The younger boy shook his head, "But Lance is not sexy. He's a guy."
"Precisely, Toddikins." He ducked the half eaten french fry tossed at him. "He's a guy. That makes him hot, not to mention that his eyes catch the light in a very appealing way or that his hair is a--"
"Okay, yo. You sit there and fantasize about Lance. I'm eating my lunch."
"Homophobe."
"Brat." Tabby slid into Lance's seat next to Pietro, smirking ever so happily. "Guess what, Pete, my boy?"
Blue eyes narrowed, teeth grinding together for an instant, "What?"
She poked his nose with one red painted nail, still smirking, "I said guess"
"What?"
"You're no fun, you know that." She frowned, making a production of sighing as she slapped a pile of paper down in front of him. "I found some employment forms in the guidance office. I filled them out for you. They just need you social-security and siggie, and you'll be set to go into the wonderful world of work." And she actually looked proud of herself.
The white haired boy said nothing, picking up the first form, ripping it loudly into little bits of confetti and tossing them at her, "I. Can't. Get. A. Job."
"And why not? You're sixteen. You're in fine working order. You eat more than Ricky--"
"Fred." The vein was pulsing in the large mutants forehead.
Boom Boom glared at him, before turning back to Pietro, standing now with her hands on her hips, "And I do combined. You drink water and you make us go out and buy special foods for you. You make the money go so much quicker and you're just going to look me in the eye and not appreciate a damn thing I do to help our little family group?!"
There was a moment, pale hands grabbing books off the table in almost too slow manner, eyes staring straight ahead. There was a contemptuous silence at the table, Todd jabbing the same french fry into his ranch dressing, not looking up. And Fred had quietly begun to shred his bun, all but giving up on the nasty food in front of him.
"Well?"
Todd rose first, his eyes blaring with a deep-rooted hatred as he pulled his bag off the chair, "C'mon, Pietro." For once, he hit the accent perfectly, rolling the "r" and all that bullshit the silver haired teen had long stopped bothering with. But still, the way Tabitha's eyebrows were brought together in anger made him grin as he followed the other boy.
And he ignored the look Lance gave him as they left the cafeteria.
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"....and then I wads like 'Dude, come on. I just want to help ya!' And he said 'Don't dude me, bitch. I know that I need a job, but I'm, like, waaaaaaaaaay too good for some lousy mortal position!' I was just tryin' to help him! I mean, what's his problem?" Tabby snapped her gum angrily as Lance looked into the rear-view mirror, wishing that he hadn't ditched both Fred and Todd at the school to help the girl with her project.
"Pietro's got some issues with our leader."
"I know, I know. He's a little Daddy's boy. He's only told me eighty fucking times. That's his favorite excuse for not doing any work. 'My dad will be so pissed if I get hurt doing all this, like, manual labor!' Whine, whine, bitch, bitch. That's alllllllllll he does!"
Lance rolled his eyes, "Actually, Tab, that's all you do."
She didn't listen to him, "And, oh my god! These girls were talking about him in the bathroom. They think he's a faerie. Isn't that a kick? Imagine if Daddy-Dearest knew his little snookums was a fag. He'd shit himself."
"Tab--"
"And, please, I know you have this demented loyalty to the guys. And I respect that. But Todd has GOT to do something with that hair. It's such a nast color! I mean, sure, it's interesting cut. And I suppose the teeth and the tongue I could get used to, but his hair is the skankiest color I have ever seen!"
He frowned, letting the girl's lies slide off of him. Where was that fucking library? She'd insisted that they had to go out to some lifeless little shit town where the people marvelled at the beauty of record players. And she'd yet to point out the library that she so desperately needed to go too. But every moment that passed, he became more and more convinced that she didn't want to go to a library, just get him out of the house.
If it wasn't for the nice little distraction she provided from Pietro's growing oddness at home, he would have kicked her out of the car a long time ago.
"So what's this project for?" Lance cut her off mid-sentence, raising brow at her.
"Chem." She blinked, leaning onto his shoulder, "You'll take me tomorrow in case we don't get this all done, right?"
He stopped, turning the car around before shrugging his shoulder, "Look, Tabitha, if you want something, just tell me. I don't like when my own teammates lie to me about what they wanna do. Why did you make me drive out to here?"
She grinned, latching onto his arm, "I think you know why....I wanted some time alone with you. Between work and school and the guys, I never get a chance." And she pouted a little, thankfully not going into a complaining session, "You're my sexy Mudslide and I like that about you."
And she kissed him, hand turning the wheel into a ditch. Her hands slid into his hair as she slid between the place between the wheel and the boy, grinning devilishly, there lips connecting once more as he began to convince himself that this was some one sexy
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"Isn't there any food here?" Pietro opened the fridge again, shifting things around. Over his shoulder, brownies and chocolate bars and all sorts of fun foods were visible, but he paid them no heed, pulling out a bag of limp lettuce with a moment of resigned hunger. He flopped down on the floor, pulling apart his meal as Freddy pulled out a packet of oatmeal pies and a half-drunk bottle of Mountain Dew.
"Are you sure you just don't want to eat the rest of the junk?" He eyed the boy, watching leaf after leaf of wilted non-goodness into his mouth.
Todd shook his head, "He does that, yo, and we're screwed."
Pietro nodded, tossing the plastic wrap away along with the end piece of the lettuce, "No, it's okay, Fred. Really. I meanwhat'sthedifferenceifTabithaconvinces--" He stopped, clearing his throat. "If Tabitha convinces Lance that we don't need nutritious food, I can just leave."
There was a stretch of silence, "You'd leave because of Tabitha?"
He smirked, "'Course not."
The door swung open at that moment, Tabitha's giggles wiping away that smirk quicker than the boy could run. In a blur of fluid motion, he was at the door frame, watching them come into the hall. Her hands about his waist, one arm lounged over her shoulders. They were kissing. The word kept repeating itself over and over in his mind.
It had been one thing with Kitty. Kitty didn't live with them. Kitty didn't go out of her way to make him miserable. He didn't really like Kitty to much, but...he'd rather watch Lance and Kitty's wedding before he would the scene before him. Lance and Tabby...Tabby and Lance. Bad things, very bad things.
A glass hit the floor, breaking the moment between the two. He didn't even bother looking back at the others in thanks before he took to the stairs, shaking as he ran.
Below him, he could still hear them, "What's his beef?"
"Leave him alone, Tabitha."
"Oh, my little Toddy-Woddy, I couldn't do that. I need help on my homework."
"Tabby, his name is Todd. And let me talk to Pietro."
"No, you take care of the glass. I can handle Pete. And are we still on for tomorrow?"
He slammed the door then, not wanting to hear anymore. He and Lance were supposed to do some shitty male bonding thing. He didn't know what the plan was exactly, but he didn't really care. It was supposed to be him and Lance, not Lance's apparent new whore. Pity. He could have done much better.
Of course he knew that there wasn't any point in feeling jealous all over again. Lance was straight. Straight as they come, rigid. Unmoving. Straight. God he hated that word. And he hated imagining little quirks about Lance when they were together, just the two of them. The way his voice got a little softer, smooth as satin. Or the way his eyes were a different shade of brown then. And he just seemed relaxed and detached....
And it was all a mistake, something totally wrong that just wasn't supposed to be there. His mind was working fast to come up with stories and proof that Lance liked him that way. But each time he'd seen Lance and his newest girlfriend, he'd just gone back through this same mantra of "It's a lie. He doesn't like you" until he was utterly convinced of Lance's rock-steady straightness.
Of course, with the other girls, it hadn't hurt this much.
The door flew open, the silhouette of a girl on his wall. He buried his head into the pillows, wishing that he could just will her away. But she didn't move, snapping her gum in an annoying fashion.
"You know, you keep this up, and I'm going to start to think that you aren't into girls."
He looked at her, smirking half-heartedly, "Maybe you should start doing that."
"You have a thing for him, don't you?" Hands on the hips.
"A thing for Lance? Please. He's touched you."
"No, you want him. You want him to do all sorts of perverted things to you, don't you?"
Pietro sat up in his bed, "I don't want him like that!"
"Shame...because I wouldn't mind watching."
"Leave, Tabitha."
She grinned then, "All right....I must say you take defeat rather well, Pietro."
His eyes gleamed a little, "I didn't lose anything."
"Oh, yes you did." She grinned, wrapping her arms around herself, "And let me say you lost one hell of a prize. He's a great kisser. I can't wait for more." Then she turned a little, "And stay away from him. He's mine."
He clicked the light off in his room, laying there in the dark. Part of him wanted to giggle insanely while the other part wanted to start planning. Poor Tabitha hadn't been in the house to learn one of the cardinal rules, right after "Thou shalt not leave Todd and/or Pietro home alone with Pixie Stix and/or Jolt" and "Thou shalt not slime the Jehovah Witness" and "Thou shalt not put Freddy on grocery duty".
Thou shalt not even remotely, accidently, purposefully, or hint at challenging Pietro ... especially when he's pissed at you.
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BLAH!!!!!!!!!!! ^^ R/R Please. And, of course, this is TBC.