He was brooding again, hunching slightly over his drink on the bar. God 2
years had flewn by fast. Lance had graduated and he, Todd, Tabitha and Fred
were going to do so in a year. Tabitha had hooked up with Todd and horror
upon horrors Lance joined the x-men and was currently going out with that
ditz Kitty Pryde. It didn't make any difference to Pietro though, the
brotherhood had dissolved ages ago when Mystique had disappeared. Yet even
though it had officially been claimed to have gone then, the truth was he
thought it had already been breaking down bit by bit already ever since she
had left them, not just to join the x-men but completely after the arrival
of that cajun newbie.
Pietro despised him. He had to admit that that Remy was a pretty cool guy but at the same time it hurt Pietro that he was able to do what Pietro the Amazing 'Quicksilver' had never been able to do. He got Rogue. Yet even worse than that he took her away, away from Pietro's sight. Where they were now god only knew. He was pathetic he knew, dreaming of some girl that could never be his. Why oh why couldn't he just find someone else to fall in love with? But it was harder than that, she had affected him too deeply already.
He remembered when he was new Rogue had been chosen to be his guide. She had put on that whole 'im an untouchable bitch' façade, yet he was shown a glimpse of her sweet, mischevious side when she spoke of the x-men, of the pranks she had pulled on the 'holier-than-thou' gang as she called them. Her green eyes had glittered, sparkling emarald orbs that devoured him, as both of them had come out with pranks to play, not only to the x-geeks but even to the other members of the brotherhood and other classmates.
She was his perfect playmate, always up for anything. Lance thought that they were being 'childish', Todd followed Lance like a brainless sheep, and Fred was, well Fred was Fred, too stupid and slow too comprehend anything. Their games together had been a whirl of fun, after the newest prank they would start teasing each other, her face glowing with happiness, her lips constantly curved upwards as she flung insults lightly towards him. These would sometimes turn into a wrestling match or a race, both leaving them flushed and exhausted, collapsing in heaps of laughter.
Yet the 'goth bitch' persona of hers never failed to emerge. She would stand up solemnly and quietly, her perpetual scowl settling back to her face. She would look at him in scorn and walk away, yet however quickly she did so he always caught, or at least thought he caught, a glimpse of a watery tear falling down her cheek. It had become like a daily game, to try and allow the 'sweet Rogue' to come out and stay for longer and longer, so as to prelong the 'bitch Rogues' coming.
Then one day she just left to join the x-men. He had been broken-hearted and had joined in the Rogue-bashing with all the others, spite and anger oozing from his words. Always hoping that they would hurt her like she had hurt him, and then always regretting having to do so. Yet they had talked, she had hoped that he didn't take it personally and apologized profusely saying she still wanted his friendship. That had touched him, that he was the only one from the brotherhood that she had talked to. The next day when Lance called her a 'retard-bitch' he had stood up for her telling Lance to just lay off her and that they had teased her enough. Lance had been so shocked that for once he had just shut up. His friendship with Rogue had then returned back to normal, he was satisfied again to see her smile and laugh without a care in the world and know it was him that brought out the change in her.
Yet even as they had settled back, he came. Pietro could compete with the x- men for her attention any time, yet he was different. A mysterious, sweet- talking cajun came into their lives. Remy Lebeau. Remy 'fuckin' Lebeau. There was an automatic change in her. Her eyes sparkled fiercely like the emarald orbs were now engulfed in a fire Pietro never knew she possesed, everytime Remy walked by. She started to spend less time with him and more with Remy. It sickened him when they finally emerged together, holding hands, laughing, talking secretively, him whispering into her ear and making her flush red. She had stopped all contact with him and even the little amount of friends she had.
Then one day she was gone, her and Remy, no trace was to be found, even by Cerebro, Lance had told him. Pietro should have known it was going to happen, yet he couldn't help being disappointed and hurt. He had become more withdrawn. No more fun, cheerful Pietro. Just silent broken-hearted Pietro remained. He sighed as he downed another shot of vodka, looking listlessly at the dancefloor, memories emerging of her dancing, unaware of him staring on.
Those times when she had sneaked out, him following her silently in the darkness to the club. He would watch her and gaze longingly as she danced, like one posessed, swaying violently, grinding her hips, always perfectly to the beat. She would dance with everyone yet no-one, since no-one could match her movements or keep up with her. They would be too clumsy, too weak, too slow.
But she stood out, like a 'goddess in goth clothing' the light illuminating her perfect body, her closed eyelids, her plump black lips and her cheeks, red from dancing. He would stare at her and imagine himself dancing with her as her partner. And then ofcourse it was too late, she found her perfect partner. Remy started to appear with her in the club. It caused a huge pain in his heart as he had seen her and Remy dance, the boy was able to match her move for move, there were times when he slowed down for a while, yet he never ceased to be able to catch up with her again. Pietro sighed dejectedly again.
His wandering eye caught on a dancing form. Now that was a beauty. She stood at an angle to him so he could see part of her front and part of her back yet her face was turned away and hidden by her hair that cascaded down to her waist in a long wave of reddish-auburn that curled slighty towards the end. She looked like one of those few dancers that could move gracefully on the beat.
She was tall and tanned wearing a short black t-shirt that exposed her toned midriff and her pierced belly, the sliver of her back that he could see showed a small tribal tattoo pattern at the base of her spine. The t- shirt was also low enough to give Pietro a good eyeful of her cleavage, her breasts were big, yet not overtly so. At the bottom she wore leather hipsters that clung to the shape of her long slim legs, that flared slightly at the ends. She was gorgeous. Then she turned round.
He gave a quick gasp of surprise. 'No it can't be…' A smooth tanned porcelain face with a cute snub nose, plump glossy lips and flushed cheeks. Her eyes were shut but he knew automatically how those emarald orbs would look like because of her hair. Two snow-white streaks fell to her face framing her cheeks. 'Rogue?'
*Should I continue? I don't really know… If ya like it please review! Don't flame me please! (by flame I mean dont insult me or my work. Constructive criticism is welcome but not hatemail!) btw; a HUGE massive thanx 2 all ppl who reviewed so far. I'm sooo touched! I'm torn between killin Remy off (what I was first gonna do) or keeping him and having a Pietro/Remy showdown (due to the comments by psychodelic barfly n maxwell dark.) HELP!!!! If ya got any suggestions either place them in the review or email me cuz I REALLY need help here!! (to any remy luvers out there please understand that I luv him too, I was just trying to see whether I can pull off another one of my fav pairings!)
Pietro despised him. He had to admit that that Remy was a pretty cool guy but at the same time it hurt Pietro that he was able to do what Pietro the Amazing 'Quicksilver' had never been able to do. He got Rogue. Yet even worse than that he took her away, away from Pietro's sight. Where they were now god only knew. He was pathetic he knew, dreaming of some girl that could never be his. Why oh why couldn't he just find someone else to fall in love with? But it was harder than that, she had affected him too deeply already.
He remembered when he was new Rogue had been chosen to be his guide. She had put on that whole 'im an untouchable bitch' façade, yet he was shown a glimpse of her sweet, mischevious side when she spoke of the x-men, of the pranks she had pulled on the 'holier-than-thou' gang as she called them. Her green eyes had glittered, sparkling emarald orbs that devoured him, as both of them had come out with pranks to play, not only to the x-geeks but even to the other members of the brotherhood and other classmates.
She was his perfect playmate, always up for anything. Lance thought that they were being 'childish', Todd followed Lance like a brainless sheep, and Fred was, well Fred was Fred, too stupid and slow too comprehend anything. Their games together had been a whirl of fun, after the newest prank they would start teasing each other, her face glowing with happiness, her lips constantly curved upwards as she flung insults lightly towards him. These would sometimes turn into a wrestling match or a race, both leaving them flushed and exhausted, collapsing in heaps of laughter.
Yet the 'goth bitch' persona of hers never failed to emerge. She would stand up solemnly and quietly, her perpetual scowl settling back to her face. She would look at him in scorn and walk away, yet however quickly she did so he always caught, or at least thought he caught, a glimpse of a watery tear falling down her cheek. It had become like a daily game, to try and allow the 'sweet Rogue' to come out and stay for longer and longer, so as to prelong the 'bitch Rogues' coming.
Then one day she just left to join the x-men. He had been broken-hearted and had joined in the Rogue-bashing with all the others, spite and anger oozing from his words. Always hoping that they would hurt her like she had hurt him, and then always regretting having to do so. Yet they had talked, she had hoped that he didn't take it personally and apologized profusely saying she still wanted his friendship. That had touched him, that he was the only one from the brotherhood that she had talked to. The next day when Lance called her a 'retard-bitch' he had stood up for her telling Lance to just lay off her and that they had teased her enough. Lance had been so shocked that for once he had just shut up. His friendship with Rogue had then returned back to normal, he was satisfied again to see her smile and laugh without a care in the world and know it was him that brought out the change in her.
Yet even as they had settled back, he came. Pietro could compete with the x- men for her attention any time, yet he was different. A mysterious, sweet- talking cajun came into their lives. Remy Lebeau. Remy 'fuckin' Lebeau. There was an automatic change in her. Her eyes sparkled fiercely like the emarald orbs were now engulfed in a fire Pietro never knew she possesed, everytime Remy walked by. She started to spend less time with him and more with Remy. It sickened him when they finally emerged together, holding hands, laughing, talking secretively, him whispering into her ear and making her flush red. She had stopped all contact with him and even the little amount of friends she had.
Then one day she was gone, her and Remy, no trace was to be found, even by Cerebro, Lance had told him. Pietro should have known it was going to happen, yet he couldn't help being disappointed and hurt. He had become more withdrawn. No more fun, cheerful Pietro. Just silent broken-hearted Pietro remained. He sighed as he downed another shot of vodka, looking listlessly at the dancefloor, memories emerging of her dancing, unaware of him staring on.
Those times when she had sneaked out, him following her silently in the darkness to the club. He would watch her and gaze longingly as she danced, like one posessed, swaying violently, grinding her hips, always perfectly to the beat. She would dance with everyone yet no-one, since no-one could match her movements or keep up with her. They would be too clumsy, too weak, too slow.
But she stood out, like a 'goddess in goth clothing' the light illuminating her perfect body, her closed eyelids, her plump black lips and her cheeks, red from dancing. He would stare at her and imagine himself dancing with her as her partner. And then ofcourse it was too late, she found her perfect partner. Remy started to appear with her in the club. It caused a huge pain in his heart as he had seen her and Remy dance, the boy was able to match her move for move, there were times when he slowed down for a while, yet he never ceased to be able to catch up with her again. Pietro sighed dejectedly again.
His wandering eye caught on a dancing form. Now that was a beauty. She stood at an angle to him so he could see part of her front and part of her back yet her face was turned away and hidden by her hair that cascaded down to her waist in a long wave of reddish-auburn that curled slighty towards the end. She looked like one of those few dancers that could move gracefully on the beat.
She was tall and tanned wearing a short black t-shirt that exposed her toned midriff and her pierced belly, the sliver of her back that he could see showed a small tribal tattoo pattern at the base of her spine. The t- shirt was also low enough to give Pietro a good eyeful of her cleavage, her breasts were big, yet not overtly so. At the bottom she wore leather hipsters that clung to the shape of her long slim legs, that flared slightly at the ends. She was gorgeous. Then she turned round.
He gave a quick gasp of surprise. 'No it can't be…' A smooth tanned porcelain face with a cute snub nose, plump glossy lips and flushed cheeks. Her eyes were shut but he knew automatically how those emarald orbs would look like because of her hair. Two snow-white streaks fell to her face framing her cheeks. 'Rogue?'
*Should I continue? I don't really know… If ya like it please review! Don't flame me please! (by flame I mean dont insult me or my work. Constructive criticism is welcome but not hatemail!) btw; a HUGE massive thanx 2 all ppl who reviewed so far. I'm sooo touched! I'm torn between killin Remy off (what I was first gonna do) or keeping him and having a Pietro/Remy showdown (due to the comments by psychodelic barfly n maxwell dark.) HELP!!!! If ya got any suggestions either place them in the review or email me cuz I REALLY need help here!! (to any remy luvers out there please understand that I luv him too, I was just trying to see whether I can pull off another one of my fav pairings!)