Part Two
Legals: Same
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"GET UP!!" He jerked in his sleep, feeling the girl throw her wieght against him, and then the descent onto the floor. He sat up slowly, blinking quite a few times before getting off of the floor.
"Blue? Why are you in my house?" He couldn't quite understand that. And why had she knocked him out of bed? Why had Lance let her in to begin with. He was too overprotective to let some strange girl three years older than Pietro with multi-shaded hair past the living room, let alone into the bedroom.
She shot him a withering look, "This is my house. You spent the night, remember?
He tried to remember the night before, but it was hard. Very, very hard. He remembered the center...and then...and then.... "Oh...yeah. What time is it?"
"Almost four-thirty. Liegh called. She's picking us up about a quarter after. Can you get a ride home tonight? We're going out to a movie afterwards, and then maybe to a bar." She was babbling, pulling on clothes as she went.
The boy blinked again, nodding, "Sure. Lance can come get me, or I'll walk home....So, when's she coming to get us?"
"5:15..." Blue put her hands on her hips, "How much did you do after I went upstairs to sleep."
"Two...maybe four. I don't remember. It was late." Pietro grabbed the clothes she'd set out for him, meaning to make a dash to her shower when he felt her grip his arm.
"Pietro, four? That could kill you if you're not careful. Is that what you want?" She shook her head, eyes centered on his face. "One is bad enough. I'm not going to give you the routine, but you really need help."
He snorted, "I'm fine. I get over that kind of stuff quicker than you think."
She looked at him for a moment, releasing his arm, "Just be careful, all right?"
Pietro nodded, zipping into the bathroom and turning on the water full blast. Be careful. Who did she think she was? He was Quicksilver. Things passed through his system quicker than she could take them in, and yet she worried. And who was she? She'd been doing the same thing he'd been doing before she went to bed. Sure, she only did one. And her dose was a hell of a lot smaller than what he used...still...
He stepped into the water, letting it drain all of the dirt away. Blue was a sweet kid. She knew he had problems, and she actually went out and bought the stuff for him. Bought it for him with the money she had to spare. Must be nice... He shook his head before beginning to wash the slick white locks.
She didn't do it out of the kindness of her heart, though. She did it because she was worried over him. He'd told her everything once. The truth about his living situation. His roommates having no clue about the truth, and his utter desire to keep it like that. And then came him talking about money and his problem.
Pietro frowned a little before turning the water off. Blue needed to stop babying him. If he wanted to keep it up with the stuff, he was going to have to take it into his own hands. Besides, his monthly ration from her wasn't enough anymore. He needed more...and he would get it, no matter what. Even if it meant the streets.
He dressed in a flash before pulling out the little bag, counting the cute little vials in there. This was enough for two weeks, maybe less. She was telling him to hurry up, that Liegh was coming earlier than expected. Probably couldn't wait to get him there so those two could go off and fuck.
The boy grabbed a syringe, filling it with liquid and jabbed into his skin, feeling the all too familar rush of warmth through his body. He turned the water on in the sink. He felt sleepy again, and the sink actually looked comfortable, but if he fell asleep again...He'd never hear the end of it.
"Pietro, come on!!" He grabbed his back pack, shoving the stuff in it as he stood.
"Be there in a second."
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Lance sighed as he honked the horn, seeing Rogue hurry out the door. She looked same as usual. Green sheer shirt, tank top, black skirt, and the boots. Gloves too. She looked all right, he guessed, with a shrug as she slid into the car next to him, "Thanks. Scott refuses to take me down here."
"Now where are we going again?" He pulled away from the driveway, casting her a look. Saturday was errand day. He took her places that no X-freak would look at; she sat and listened to him bitch about his job and let him drag her to his stores. It was a good relationship...if you could call it that. Since worked picked up, Saturday was the only day they had together.
"Other Worlds, Eye of Horus, Blood Pick, and Dollar Discount...and the Gap. Kitty's birthday."
He nodded, "I have to get a new pair of jeans and I need new work shoes."
"Sounds like a great day, eh?" She grinned at him, shaking her head, "Anythin' else you want to do today?"
"Nope." He turned his eyes back on the road, trying to block out the strange, uncomfortable feeling that had been rising in him since he'd left the house. These were the days he loved but dreaded. Driving around town with Rogue had been fine when they were just friends who never saw each other anymore. Since they'd decided to be "going out", he'd been agitated. If they were going out, why weren't things changing...Surem she wasn't able to touch him. They could still be a little more...couple like. He needed them to be a little more couple-like. People who are going out together don't go shopping on Saturday's. They spend the whole day doing goofy shit, like staring deeply into the other's eyes and making all those disgusting nicknames up for each other. "You wanna go see a movie after this?"
"Sure." She turned away from the window, "Anythin' in particular ya wanna see, or don't it matter."
"You pick. It doesn't matter to me." He went back to looking at the road. Ha! He was going to make this a relationship if it killed him. How hard could it really be?
"Ah heard that 'A Knight's Tale' was pretty good from Kitty, but ya probably don't want to see that..."
He ground his teeth. Oh, goody, just what he wanted to do. Sit through two hours of some pansy move that Kitty liked. Yay. Wonderful. "No, that's fine. I get to pick the movie out next time though, okay?"
"Sure..." She cast him an odd look before resuming to stare out the passenger side window. He felt like gloating. He and Rogue were doing couple things like normal teens that were dating. Relief washed through him, casting a look at her from his position at the wheel. He looked back at the road, seeing nothing but dismal rain.
His mind was redrawing Rogue, trying to change her forlorn figure into something of true beauty, true hotness that he could concentrate on while on this stupid shopping trip. Pale skin could stay. That was nice...only he wanted to be able to touch it, taste it. The eyes needed something...something a little colder, more distant. The greenish grey was very, very pretty, but it wasn't what he really liked. All his old girlfriend had generally one thing in common. Ice blue or stormy grey eyes, something that was commanding of attention, that craved it. Her gloves, of course, had to go, leaving her with long, delicate fingers, thumbs patting off of one another as time passed. Her frame had to be stretched a little, made leaner. She wasn't fat, of course, just that she had a little extra wieght in places that he didn't--
Lance's mind finally caught up with itself, haulting the make-over right then, and he pulled the car off of the road, shaking himself throughly. That had not just happened. Rogue was hot. He liked bodies like Rogue's. He liked the added wieght on a girl's body. The added weight was beautiful. He did not like thinner frames or ice blue eyes. He didn't like any of that. He like Rogue. His girlfriend.
"Ya all right there, Lance? Ya look like ya just seen yer ghost or somethin'."
He stopped, "Nah...Thought I saw a...squirrel. On the road...I mean, I didn't want to hurt it or anything..." Real, real slick Alvers. She'd never guess a thing.
"Whatever ya say, Lance."
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He didn't reall remember getting there. They'd been in the car, and then they'd dropped him off in the rain. Then they left...and he'd meant to walk into the doors, but instead he went onto the basketball court. The taste in his mouth told him that he'd thrown up when he was there. His clothes were soaked, cold. He wanted to go to sleep...sleep was good...
Somehow he was in here, a blanket tossed around his thin shoulders as a kind gaze met his own. He touched the pocket in his jacket, feeling the cottony bundle of his payment. They hadn't taken that away from him. Not yet. Good. "Hello, Pietro. My name is Ruth Scalise. Some of the girls found you out on the courts in the rain...Mind telling me how you go there?"
He blinked, trying to gain control of his senses long enough to form a sentence, "Who are you?"
"I'm one of the counslor's with the center. The others are busy with support groups out in the gym. I want to ask you a few questions about why you were outside." She was staring at him, her dark face kind and inviting.
He shook his head, "No."
"You know I can't tell anyone about the things that you tell me. Pietro, it's very obivous to me that you're not well. I know the signs. I've been dealing with teenage boys in your situation for quite sometime. Please, just a few questions and then you can leave." He felt her touch one of his shaking hands. Warmth finally. He let out a shuddering breath. Warmth was good.
"Shoot." She didn't take her hand away, and he clung to it, holding it between both of his own
"Do your gaurdians know about your--?"
"Yes." Gaurdians? What gaurdians? The blue lady and the man that like to bend forks with his eyebrow, those were his gaurdians. He was lucky that they knew which one he was.
"Do your brothers and sisters know about it?"
Brothers? Like real brothers or Todd and Lance and Blob? He didn't have any sister. Nope, well, execpt for the little girl at the burning house but she was dead now. Very very dead. "She's dead."
"I'm sorry to hear that." Her hand drew away staring him straight into his painful eyes, "Do your friends know?"
He stared at her right back, "Yes. I told them all." Lying was part of being a mutant. Pathetic that they expected the truth from him...though not as pathetic as him wanting to tell it. If he told them that though, who knows what else they might want to know? Did they know he was a mutant? He felt his body getting agitated, the drug beginning to leave his system. Ah, the joys of Quicksilver.
"If everyone knows about you, why are you on drugs, Pietro? It's not healthy, and this isn't the first time you've shown up like this. We don't want to see you get hurt. Drugs are dangerous, and they kill so many young people every year. Do you want to be another statistic in the book?" She was giving him that load of shit he'd heard once in a text book. "Pietro, Pietro...PIETRO, are you listening to me?"
"Sure. You want me to stop." He stared at her. "Maybe I don't want to stop. Can't make me."
She sighed, rubbing her forehead, "You're right. I can't...but I can make you come to counselling once every week. And I can make you go home."
The boy stood, "Are we done?"
"Yes, we're done. I'll see you on Wednesday, 3:30. Understood?"
"If I don't show up?" He raised a brow, challenging her. His head was pounding, but he had to get out of here before stopping that again.
Her smile was tight and kind of creepy when she looked at him, "I'll call your house and alert your gaurdian to your activities."
The boy bolted out of there, shaking a little. He couldn't go and sit in there with that lady. How was he going to get to the center on Wednesday? Fred worked Wednesday. Lance did too. Todd usually went out for an hour or so... But Lance would have to drop him here on the way to work...Or, at least at the Jewish Community Center.
He sank down onto the steps, sighing a little. He wouldn't get home until five then. That was going to be the hard part. Pietro knew he had a problem. He wasn't going to deny that. He'd had this problem since he'd lived in the city, and when he moved here, it just got worse. He could not go and tell Lance about the incoming call.
Of course, Lance would understand. The older boy had his own problems. But he would probably want to know why Pietro had started. That was the only hang up. Lance didn't understand. No one did. He felt his eyes welling up with frustration, hands gripping at his stark-white locks before he calmed himself.
"Pietro..." A familiar voice called him from the base of the stairs. He froze, looking up for a moment. A number of thoughts ran through his head. Why was he here? Did he know what this place was? Why the hell was he standing there, waiting for a reply. He stood shakily, jumping off of the stairs and starting to run.
Idiotidiotidiotidiot....Now he knows it was you... Better to run than have to face the questions. He didn't stop until he'd made it home and into the safety of his room, reaching into his bag for another vial and his syringe. Time to forget.
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Ew....Weirdness. Please R/R.