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Chapter 11- But You're My BROTHER
Pietro stood in front of the oak door that belonged to his twin sister's room. When he'd mentioned to Viktoria that he would talk to her about it.. Well, it hadn't occurred to him that he would be this nervous. He knew Wanda wasn't the most stable girl in the mansion, and that she might take his idea of talking more along the lines of pressuring her to do something. Something along the lines of hexing him through the wall.
Knocking tentatively, Pietro heard Wanda shuffling inside the room. "Just a minute!" Wanda threw open the door, her smile turning into a slight frown. "What are you doing here?"
Pietro shifted from one foot to the other. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins, causing his brain to react quickly. 'DANGER!!' it shouted furiously. Pietro ignored his wild impulse to run away screaming his head off and instead leaned against the doorway, although a rather stiffly. "I just wanted to talk."
"About?" Wanda opened the door a bit wider, although not much, to allow him inside the room. Pietro noticed it was immaculately kept, which he found odd considering Wanda never seemed to care about cleanliness when they were still with the Brotherhood. Well, this is a lot more expensive than that dump, Pietro reminded himself. She probably feels she has to keep it looking nice.
"Um, stuff," Pietro answered weakly. "I mean, is anything bothering you?" Ahh, this isn't go at all how I wanted. Pietro turned towards the window and looked out to see Warren strolling in the grassy areas down below.
"What are you talking about Pietro? Is something wrong with you?"
"Me? Nothing. I was talking with Viktoria though and-"
"Don't talk to me about HER," Wanda snapped angrily. "Ever since she got here, she's all anybody can talk about. Did you hear about Viktoria doing this? Did you see Viktoria helping out on that? Did you notice Viktoria's so much better at everything?! It makes me want to throw up my Wheaties."
"You don't eat Wheaties," Pietro answered.
"Well, if I did, I would probably throw them up."
Pietro sighed and took a seat on the small loveseat by the window. "What do you have against her, Wanda?"
"Oh, you mean besides her 'I'm better than you' attitude and that stupid blonde hair. God I hate her hair." Pietro quirked an eyebrow. "Her hair, Wanda? Come on. Her hair never did anything to you."
"It never did anything FOR me, either, dear brother," Wanda replied brusquely.
"For Christsakes! It's hair! This is the stupidest thing I've ever heard in my life. Viktoria never did anything to you, and here you are-"
"YOU came here, Pietro! Don't act like I came to you seeking some Dear Abby bullshit. You came here. Ugh, I don't need this right now. I'm expecting someone, so why don't you just leave?"
Pietro smirked at his twin. "Who?"
"None of your damn business, that's who."
"Aww. How sweet," Pietro teased. "Wanda's got a boyyy-friend!"
"Your so mature." Wanda tapped her foot impatiently. "Are we done here?"
"No. But since your boyfriend's on his way, I suppose I must leave. We'll talk later, I can assure you. Oh, and before I go." Pietro tossed a small box to Wanda, which she caught easily. "You might need those, sis." Without waiting for a reply, he zipped out of the room, leaving Wanda alone again.
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Pietro slowed once he was down the hall, instead deciding to wait and see whom Mr. Wonderful turned out to be. Must be someone special if they have Wanda's knickers in a knot like that. Pietro felt the corners of his mouth turn upward as the young man rounded the corner, heading towards Wanda's door.
Not even stopping to knock, Warren walked right into Wanda's room.
"Oh ho ho! Wanda and Warren sitting in a tree. F-U-C-" Pietro sang as he started off down the hall again. Suddenly a loud shout of anger erupted from Wanda's room, along with a bang as the cardboard box hit the door. "-K- I-N-G." he finished with a laugh. "I hope she enjoys the ribbed latex kind."
Chapter 11- But You're My BROTHER
Pietro stood in front of the oak door that belonged to his twin sister's room. When he'd mentioned to Viktoria that he would talk to her about it.. Well, it hadn't occurred to him that he would be this nervous. He knew Wanda wasn't the most stable girl in the mansion, and that she might take his idea of talking more along the lines of pressuring her to do something. Something along the lines of hexing him through the wall.
Knocking tentatively, Pietro heard Wanda shuffling inside the room. "Just a minute!" Wanda threw open the door, her smile turning into a slight frown. "What are you doing here?"
Pietro shifted from one foot to the other. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins, causing his brain to react quickly. 'DANGER!!' it shouted furiously. Pietro ignored his wild impulse to run away screaming his head off and instead leaned against the doorway, although a rather stiffly. "I just wanted to talk."
"About?" Wanda opened the door a bit wider, although not much, to allow him inside the room. Pietro noticed it was immaculately kept, which he found odd considering Wanda never seemed to care about cleanliness when they were still with the Brotherhood. Well, this is a lot more expensive than that dump, Pietro reminded himself. She probably feels she has to keep it looking nice.
"Um, stuff," Pietro answered weakly. "I mean, is anything bothering you?" Ahh, this isn't go at all how I wanted. Pietro turned towards the window and looked out to see Warren strolling in the grassy areas down below.
"What are you talking about Pietro? Is something wrong with you?"
"Me? Nothing. I was talking with Viktoria though and-"
"Don't talk to me about HER," Wanda snapped angrily. "Ever since she got here, she's all anybody can talk about. Did you hear about Viktoria doing this? Did you see Viktoria helping out on that? Did you notice Viktoria's so much better at everything?! It makes me want to throw up my Wheaties."
"You don't eat Wheaties," Pietro answered.
"Well, if I did, I would probably throw them up."
Pietro sighed and took a seat on the small loveseat by the window. "What do you have against her, Wanda?"
"Oh, you mean besides her 'I'm better than you' attitude and that stupid blonde hair. God I hate her hair." Pietro quirked an eyebrow. "Her hair, Wanda? Come on. Her hair never did anything to you."
"It never did anything FOR me, either, dear brother," Wanda replied brusquely.
"For Christsakes! It's hair! This is the stupidest thing I've ever heard in my life. Viktoria never did anything to you, and here you are-"
"YOU came here, Pietro! Don't act like I came to you seeking some Dear Abby bullshit. You came here. Ugh, I don't need this right now. I'm expecting someone, so why don't you just leave?"
Pietro smirked at his twin. "Who?"
"None of your damn business, that's who."
"Aww. How sweet," Pietro teased. "Wanda's got a boyyy-friend!"
"Your so mature." Wanda tapped her foot impatiently. "Are we done here?"
"No. But since your boyfriend's on his way, I suppose I must leave. We'll talk later, I can assure you. Oh, and before I go." Pietro tossed a small box to Wanda, which she caught easily. "You might need those, sis." Without waiting for a reply, he zipped out of the room, leaving Wanda alone again.
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Pietro slowed once he was down the hall, instead deciding to wait and see whom Mr. Wonderful turned out to be. Must be someone special if they have Wanda's knickers in a knot like that. Pietro felt the corners of his mouth turn upward as the young man rounded the corner, heading towards Wanda's door.
Not even stopping to knock, Warren walked right into Wanda's room.
"Oh ho ho! Wanda and Warren sitting in a tree. F-U-C-" Pietro sang as he started off down the hall again. Suddenly a loud shout of anger erupted from Wanda's room, along with a bang as the cardboard box hit the door. "-K- I-N-G." he finished with a laugh. "I hope she enjoys the ribbed latex kind."