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"What the hell is going on over there?" Pietro asked, as he watched the food fight escalate to all parts of the restaurant. Couples were smashing pie and soup into each others faces, and a large crowd had gathered around the instigators; none other than Jubilee, Bobby, Lance, and Rogue.

"A food fight," Kitty said lamely, her eyes wide as she took in the chaos, momentarily forgetting about their own fight.

"I know THAT, but what the hell are all your friends doing at Chez Pierre the exact same night I decide to take out Tina? Don't you think that's an awful big coincidence?" Pietro asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Kitty turned on him, lifting her chin firmly to meet his gaze. "What exactly are you implying? That we all ganged up to STALK you to this restaurant so we can watch you and your air bubble in a mini-skirt force- feed each other? Please!"

"Well than why else are ALL of them here?" Pietro asked defensively. Kitty threw up her hands.

"How should I know? I just wanted a peaceful dinner with Kurt, before I had to run into YOU!" Kitty retorted.

"Oh yes, Kurt, your IMAGINARY boyfriend," Pietro scoffed, running a hand through his perfect silvery hair. Kitty could practically feel the steam coming from her ears.

Grabbing a nearby dessert plate, Kitty scooped it up with one hand and threw it at Pietro. The motion was so unexpected, that even Pietro couldn't duck fast enough to avoid it, leaving a large creamy chocolate smudge on his cheek. Even in the heat of anger, Kitty couldn't help thinking how cute he looked like that, outraged and staring at her with that look of disbelief.

"Your crazy!" Pietro sputtered finally, when he'd recovered from his shock. But Kitty was no longer listening, she began slinging more handfuls of different entrée's, not even stopping to look at what she was throwing, while Pietro was ducking and zipping around to avoid being hit. "Kitty! Kitty, cut it out! Have you lost your mind!"

Pietro stopped, and tried to step towards her, but Kitty took this small moment, to fling a handful of vanilla ice cream. The icy dessert slid down Pietro's face, and dripped heavily into his pressed suit. Pietro looked up grimly, and crossed his arms in front of him. Uh oh, Kitty thought, stopping for a second as she realized that the dessert cart was next to Pietro now and she had run out of ammunition.

"You asked for it Pryde," Pietro said slowly, and reached for the dessert cart.

"Uh, hehe, don't do anything...stupid, Maximoff," Kitty warned nervously, backing up and finding she was wedged into a corner.

"Oh, no, I wouldn't want to do that!"

Kitty yelped and phased in time to miss the chocolate cake flying towards her. She heard it squash against the wall and turned back to him only to meet a cream pie face first. She looked at him murderously.

"Shouldn't you be giving your many girlfriends a TASTE of the SWEET life?!" Kitty spat out, ducking wildly as Pietro continued to throw things at her. What infuriated her even more was that he was laughing his head off at her attempts to phase.

"You're obviously hallucinating Pryde!" Pietro yelled back.

"Oh yeah? I suppose I was hallucinating when I CAUGHT you in the arms of that- that SHE-DEVIL Bianca!" Kitty retorted.

Pietro stopped. "What are you TALKING about! I hate her! I don't understand!" Pietro said exasperated, throwing his hands up.

"Yeah, and I don't understand why you keep lying to me!" Kitty bit out, a stray tear sliding down her face. Pietro looked anguished as he saw the tear and he sighed heavily.

"Look Kitty, I'm not lying, I don't like Bianca, I never have! She's not my type!" Pietro protested, taking another step towards her.

"Then who is your type? Tina?" Kitty sobbed, gesturing towards the impatient redhead who was involved heavily in a food fight with Kurt.

"No, you are! YOU, YOU, YOU! It's always been you!" Pietro blurted out finally. Kitty stopped and gaped at him in astonishment, her brown eyes glimmering with unshed tears.

"Then, but," Kitty faltered, "I came to talk to you the night we came back from the island and I saw you with Bianca."

"Bianca approached ME! And I told her to get lost, that you were the only girl I was interested in. And still am," Pietro said softly, stepping closer and taking her face in his hands.

Kitty was speechless, and swallowed. "I feel like such an idiot,."

Pietro smiled at her crookedly, and wiped away a tear sliding down her cheek. "Lucky for you, I happen to have a soft spot for idiots."

"Oh, you-," Kitty began to say, but was silenced by Pietro's sweet gentle kiss. Kitty returned it happily and threw her arms around him, and the two stayed like that for several moments, oblivious to the mass chaos around them.