First off, to understand these Fic's there are a few things you must know:

Who is Tesa? Tesa is a character that I (Jazz W.) created for a RPG. She's a mutant girl who joined the BrotherHood, and quickly has become one of the gang.

Why? Because it's fun. And although Tesa loves life there, and gets along with the members, some day's stuff goes wrong. So here's a look at the days when things DO got wrong.

And, the disclaimer: I don't own the X-men. I know I don't. You know I don't. This was unnecessary.

A Brother Hood Monday

Monday

"You idiot!" Tesa raged, glaring at the white haired boy before her. He shrugged, stifling a laugh at the sight of her. They had gotten into an argument, and Tesa had pushed Pietro. He responded by pushing back. And before long they had been in a fight. But Pietro had refused to take her seriously, and using his mutant power of super speed had flashed all around her, tugging her hair, and sleeves, and generally giving her a hard time. She could have stopped him, being that that was her power: to stop motion, but she was so frustrated she simply couldn't concentrate.

Tesa was standing before him now; her hands on her slim hips, a look in her pale azure eyes that could freeze boiling water. Her brown and blue hair was in disarray from Pietro's attention, and the right sleeve of her black shirt was completely disconnected from the shoulder. "You ripped your shirt." She snapped, and the smirk that the quasi-albino had began to fade. "Whadda ya mean?" he asked in his fast paced voice, raising one eyebrow curiously. "I was wearing your shirt! And you ripped it!" Tesa informed him. And Pietro's sapphire eyes widened as he glared at the 17-year-old before him. "Why are you wearing my clothes?" He asked, and then before Tesa could reply followed with another question, that was more of an exclamation. "You were in my room?!?!"

Tesa knew that he was displeased with her. But she'd gotten bored with her own wardrobe and decided to try out his. She could care less that he was pissed. In fact, she was enjoying it. Her powder blue eyes began to twinkle as she taunted him, "Yeah, Pee-Eight-Tro." She drew out his name. "Whatcha gonna do about it?" Pietro stood there glaring at her, wishing bad karma on his housemate. All he managed was a very speedy, "IknewThatMagnetoWasOuttaHisMindToLetYouJoinTheBrotherHood."

"Oh, mad at Daddy are we?" Tesa teased, sure that she was getting under his skin. 'It's about time someone annoyed him. He always annoys the hell out of everyone here. Or at least me!' She thought, mentally justifying her actions. Pietro raised his hand and pointed a finger in her face like he was about to say something. His mouth moved, but no words came out. Then his pale cheeks reddened and he whirled on his heel and stomped away. "I'm going to MY room. And I when get there, you'd better not be in it." He growled over his shoulder. Tesa laughed after him, and sat down on the couch, picking up the remote. She clicked on the t.v. And wondered out loud, "Is he aware that he would still have his shirt intact if he had just agreed to let me watch T.R.L instead of that Jackie Chan Cartoon?"

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