Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men Evolution, but I do own Crystal.
THANKSGIVING WITH THE BROTHERHOOD
by Kate
"THE FIRST PERSON TO TOUCH MY TURKEY SANDWICH IS GOING TO DIE!" Lance
Alvers yelled as he rummaged around the refrigerator for some milk.
"PIETRO! We're out of milk!"
Pietro Maximoff zipped downstairs and glared at Lance. "I was busy," he grumbled.
"Yeah," Todd Tolensky cracked. "You were busy screwing Crystal's brains out!"
"Yeah whatever," Pietro said as he grabbed his leather jacket. "Hey Crystal!
I'll be back later!"
A voice from upstairs said, "Okay!" Pietro headed out the door as a cute little
brunette wandered downstairs, buttoning her shirt. "Man, Lance, why'd you have
to ask *him* to get the milk?"
"Prolly 'cause he was the only one fast enough to get there and back, yo," Todd
said, going back to his Gameboy.
"Shut up, frogface," Crystal grumbled, yanking the Gameboy out of his hand.
"Give that back, yo," Todd said, grabbing it with his tongue. Crystal squeezed
his tongue really hard and said, "I'm not in the mood, buddy."
"Thowwy," Todd said as Crystal let go of his tongue. Just then Pietro zipped
back inside, dropped his jacket on Todd's head, handed the milk to Lance, and
dragged Crystal back upstairs in less than two seconds. Todd peered at the plate
on the table with Lance's turkey sandwich on it and got an idea.
Lance poured himself a glass of milk and turned around to get his sandwich, but
it was gone. "All right, who took my sandwich?!" he yelled.
Fred shrugged. "Wasn't me...and Pietro's upstairs with Crystal."
"TODD! YOU ARE SO DEAD!" Lance yelled.
THE END
THANKSGIVING WITH THE BROTHERHOOD
by Kate
"THE FIRST PERSON TO TOUCH MY TURKEY SANDWICH IS GOING TO DIE!" Lance
Alvers yelled as he rummaged around the refrigerator for some milk.
"PIETRO! We're out of milk!"
Pietro Maximoff zipped downstairs and glared at Lance. "I was busy," he grumbled.
"Yeah," Todd Tolensky cracked. "You were busy screwing Crystal's brains out!"
"Yeah whatever," Pietro said as he grabbed his leather jacket. "Hey Crystal!
I'll be back later!"
A voice from upstairs said, "Okay!" Pietro headed out the door as a cute little
brunette wandered downstairs, buttoning her shirt. "Man, Lance, why'd you have
to ask *him* to get the milk?"
"Prolly 'cause he was the only one fast enough to get there and back, yo," Todd
said, going back to his Gameboy.
"Shut up, frogface," Crystal grumbled, yanking the Gameboy out of his hand.
"Give that back, yo," Todd said, grabbing it with his tongue. Crystal squeezed
his tongue really hard and said, "I'm not in the mood, buddy."
"Thowwy," Todd said as Crystal let go of his tongue. Just then Pietro zipped
back inside, dropped his jacket on Todd's head, handed the milk to Lance, and
dragged Crystal back upstairs in less than two seconds. Todd peered at the plate
on the table with Lance's turkey sandwich on it and got an idea.
Lance poured himself a glass of milk and turned around to get his sandwich, but
it was gone. "All right, who took my sandwich?!" he yelled.
Fred shrugged. "Wasn't me...and Pietro's upstairs with Crystal."
"TODD! YOU ARE SO DEAD!" Lance yelled.
THE END
