Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men Evolution. I do however own the characters Nick Seer, Rachel Baron, Monica Doe, Victor Regal, Brad Rach (that's me ^_^) and Jill Ricardo.

A/N: I know its kind of cruel to leave Pietro alone, but I'm building in for the future... ah heck I got no idea what will happen two chapters from now, I've just been watching the early episodes of Friends lately. Boy those are inspirational...









"I'm all alone, there's no one here beside me! My problems have all gone, there's no one to deride me!" Pietro's wailing went throughout the apartment complex, as he sat in his livingroom on a fake zebra skin couch. Pietro's apartment looked like a retro apartment, with Lava Lamps, shag carpets, and a floating disco ball

"Cheer up." Monica walked in the apartment.

"Oh hi, I am moaning my boring existence." Pietro rolled off the couch and onto the floor.

"So Fred and Todd go bowling and you are left alone, can't you find something to do?"

"No." Pietro stated matter of factly.

"Well then we will do something." She sat on the couch and poked Pietro with her foot.

"Like go to a movie." Pietro got to his feet.

"Well how about we watch TV?"

'TV is Good, you have home court, control over everything, you are more comfortable and calm at home.' Pietro thought. "Yeah sure." Pietro flicked on the TV and sped through the channels.

"Stop there!" Pietro stopped at a foreign movie of some kind, but the music and character's screamed romance.

'Perfect, a romance movie, and from another country, the perfect chance for a romantic spark to fly up' Pietro thought to himself as the movie went on. 'Who is that guy... why did he kill that other man's goat... how come a gypsy and a donkey are dancing? Why did that man drink from a turban... can a turban even hold water? Maybe if it was wrapped tight enough? Why did that guy just give that girl the head of the guy who killed his goat? That's not romantic.' Monica looked over at Pietro. Pietro looked back, they stared into each others eyes, then Monica started laughing. "What? What's wrong?" Pietro frantically asked.

"Oh nothing, its just that moments seemed so much like something on a date."

"Oh right... heh... heh..." Pietro gave a fake laugh. "why was it romantic?" He desperately asked.

"Can you imagine us on a date." Monica started laughing harder.

"Not that hard to believe." Pietro grumbled.

"Well the movie is basically over anyway." Monica turned the TV off.

"How can you tell, was there a symbolism to the man square dancing with the chickens?"

"No, its getting close to 8, when the movie ends. I have no idea what the heck that movie was about." Monica laughed.

"So you hungry?" Pietro asked grabbing his phone.

"Sure, what should we get?"

"Chinese?"

"Sure." Pietro phoned and ordered.

"It will be here in thirty minutes." Pietro nodded.

"Great... so how have you been doing?"

"Oh alright, annoying people. The usual."

"So Lance is in the forest training then?"

"Yeah, we have a week without Victor."

"Lance seems like a really hard worker." Monica grinned. "Is he... seeing anyone?" Monica's words cut deep into Pietro's heart.

"Not really, but he probably thinks he is."

"What?"

"Well Lance used to have a girl friend, but she didn't treat him very well, and he still really likes her."

"That is so sweet."

"No its not." Pietro cried. "Its pathetic, VERY pathetic!"

"And he is kind of cute."

"No he isn't he is an ugly person."

"You don't seem to like him."

"No, no, its not that. I just think that you are to good for him."

"That is so sweet." Monica hugged Pietro.

"You need someone handsome, and smart, and dashing, and charming, and talented... possibly with a name starting with P... ending with ietro."

"I'm sure I'll find someone." Monica smiled, oblivious to Pietro's hints.

"Yes but you know... he may be closer then you think."

"You are right!" Monica stood up determinedly.

"Yes I am."

"I can't wait for the right guy to come to me, I have to find him! Look out male population, here I come." Monica marched out the door.

"No, the population that counts is right in here." Pietro sighed.

"Um, Chinese dinner?" The delivery man stuck his head through the door.

"That's right dinner for two... for one."