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Kitty gritted her teeth as Pietro gave Suzy her third ice-cream cone. "You're going to make them sick!" Kitty yelled at him when he got back. He gave her a scathing glance.
"Relax, would you? It's only her third one! When I was a kid, I used to eat dozens," Pietro informed her.
"Yes, and we all know how you turned out," Kitty muttered. The wind was picking up, and her hair broke free of her pony tail, swirling around her face. Pietro stopped, and looked at her. Kitty picked up the hair tie to try and fix her hair.
"No wait, leave it. It looks good down," Pietro said seriously. Kitty flushed hotly, so shocked at the compliment that the hair tie fell to the floor once again. She was determined not to answer him. Why was it that every time she'd convinced herself she'd never forgive him, he'd do something or say something that threw her totally off guard?
The kids had been especially boisterous the past half hour, since the carnival was going to be closing soon, they were determined to go on every last ride. It didn't help that Kitty had been left doing most of the babysitting, while Pietro was being idolized because he was constantly buying the children candy, thereby winning their affections. And Suzy had officially declared that she was going to marry Pietro, winning a charming smile from him.
Kitty scowled. I am NOT jealous of a five year old girl, I am NOT jealous, Kitty repeated to herself. It was getting harder and harder for Kitty to convince herself that what she felt for Pietro was an insane, completely random fleeting attraction, bound to disappear soon enough. Whenever she was thrown together with him, they could hardly agree on anything. So WHY was she fantasizing about him? It just didn't make any sense, Kitty thought furious at herself.
They passed a row of shirt vendors, all selling unbelievably short pink halter tops. All of the other souvenir shirt vendors had closed except this one, obviously trying to unload the gaudy merchandise to any of the remaining carnival goers. "You want to get one Kitty?" Pietro asked her, smirking at her. Kitty flushed.
"I wouldn't be caught dead in something so-so," Kitty struggled to find a word other than "slutty". "Revealing," Kitty retorted finally.
"Really," Pietro said almost philosophically as if he didn't believe her.
"It looks more like something Stacy would wear.in winter," Kitty couldn't help adding, cursing herself because she knew she sounded jealous. Pietro, observant as ever, grinned.
"Now, now Kitty, no need to lash out because you're a prude," Pietro said grinning, knowing it would send Kitty over the edge.
Kitty sent him a murderous look, and strode purposefully towards the next ride, New Orleans Orbits.
"I wanna go!" Suzy burst out, her hair flipping out. The other children shook their heads vehemently, looking a little frightened. Kitty bit her lip, admitting she herself was a little scared at the way the tiny cars spun faster and faster in a dizzying circle.
"I don't think it's such a good idea, after all you've eaten Suzy," Kitty told the little girl a little apologetically. Suzy wailed loudly.
"Jeez Pryde, give the lecturing a rest! Of course you can go," Pietro told Suzy with a smile. The little girl brightened and began extolling his praises. Kitty struggled to get a hold of her tempter. There he went AGAIN, making HER out to be the tough unrelenting taskmaster, while he managed to win over all the children by being totally irresponsible. "I'll take you, since Kitty's obviously scared of this ride," Pietro said, giving Kitty a knowing look.
Kitty bristled. "I am not scared! I'll take her," Kitty said coolly, and took Suzy's hand and climbed onto the ride, trying to calm her flustered nerves. The ride began, and Kitty closed her eyes as it spun. The ride seemed to last hours. Finally when it slowed to a stop, she couldn't help breathing a sigh of relief. She looked over at Suzy, and frowned with worry when she realized that the little girl was holding her stomach and groaning.
"Are you okay?" Kitty asked concernedly, leaning closer.
"I don't...feel so good," Suzy said, looking green. And suddenly, almost in slow motion, Suzy threw up all over her shirt. Kitty was so shocked, she barely registered what had happened until she looked down and found that her favorite T-shirt was covered in disgusting barf. Great, Kitty thought groaning inwardly, a horrible end to a horrible day.
Suzy began wailing. "I ruined your shirt!"
Kitty patted her shoulder comfortingly. "Don't worry. It's not your fault," Kitty said, forcing a small smile to assure Suzy. We all know whose fault this is, Kitty thought fuming, as she got off the ride, ready to kill Pietro.
Pietro's jaw dropped when Kitty climbed down the steps, his eyes widening when he saw the stain on her shirt. "What happened to you!"
"Unless you've gone BLIND, I think it's pretty obvious what happened!" Kitty said, through clenched teeth.
"Whoah, I think you'd better get that shirt off," Pietro said, shaking his head. Kitty swallowed, and realized he was right. She couldn't wait to get out of it, she'd rather die than endure a long bus ride with a barf-stained T-shirt. She could only imagine what Pietro would have to say about that.
Kitty threw him a murderous glare and stalked to the shirt vendor they had passed earlier. She grimaced in disgust at how short the pink tops were but reminded herself that atleast they were clean. "I'll take one," Kitty said tersely, gnashing her teeth as she handed over a ten dollar bill. She took the shirt and stalked into the bathroom to change. She emerged from the bathroom, trying unsuccessfully to tug the shirt to cover her stomach. I feel like an idiot, Kitty thought furiously, wincing at her image in the mirror
Pietro whistled when Kitty came out his eyes admiring. "I thought you said you'd die before you wore one of those."
Kitty turned on him, her brown eyes flashing. "This is all your fault!"
"Hey I'M not the one that threw up all over you!" Pietro retorted.
"You were the one that had to give Suzy about 900 pounds of junk! And then send her on the most nauseating ride in the carnival afterwards! THAT was just brilliant!" Kitty yelled, throwing her hands up in the air.
Pietro's blue eyes flashed with anger. "It's always MY fault! I was just trying to show them a good time, since you obviously don't know what THAT is!"
Kitty could feel herself losing control fast. "You are so completely irresponsible! If you hadn't tried to turn this whole babysitting thing into one big popularity contest, maybe I wouldn't be standing here in this STUPID shirt!"
"Right, you just can't handle the fact that the kids like me better! You need to stop being so immature!" Pietro shot back.
That did it. Kitty felt her cheeks flush with anger. "That's it! I can't stand to be around you a second longer! If your such a GREAT babysitter, you can watch them for the last ten minutes the carnival's open, unless you think you can't do that without SCREWING up!"
"I can handle it just fine!" Pietro bit out angrily.
"GOOD!" Kitty spat out, turning on her heel. She stalked away from them in the other direction, feeling the ridiculous urge to cry. I hate him, Kitty thought angrily. But even thinking it, she knew it wasn't true. Why did he have to be so infuriating?
Kitty wandered off to a secluded area of the carnival, thankful that it was deserted, and she could think in peace. She shivered as the wind picked up, cursing herself for not bringing a jacket. Suddenly her ears pricked up by a noise near her. Kitty's eyes widened as she noticed an unruly gang of boys in leather jackets hanging near the fence, laughing raucously.
Kitty got up, hoping to leave before they noticed her. But unfortunately, her anklet let out a small tinkling sound as she moved, and her presence was noticed immediately by the gang. In minutes, they had surrounded her.
"Hey girlie, what's your name?" one of the boys jeered at her, his eyes scanning her halter top. Kitty's lip curled in disgust.
"None of your business you inbred loser," Kitty retorted, relieved to find that her voice didn't shake. Her comment sent off a round of boisterous laughter.
"This one's feisty," the boy said, laughing to his friends. Kitty's hands balled into fists. The way she was feeling now, they had better not mess with her. She knew that with Logan's intense training in the Danger Room, she could take all 7 of the guys out.
One boy got closer, and tried to grab her, but Kitty gave him a swift kick to his shins, sending him off howling in pain. Emitting a grunt of anger, he swung at her wildly, but Kitty phased easily.
"Get her!" the leader of the gang order angrily. Kitty glared at them, confident, and waited. Suddenly, almost in a blur, something white flashed before her eyes, and in seconds, all the guys were lying on the floor groaning in pain. Kitty's jaw dropped open, as she felt, herself being picked up and carried so fast that she felt as if she were actually floating. When she found herself standing still, Kitty opened her eyes, slightly dazed, to find Pietro gazing at her with a mixture of concern and anger. His hands moved super fast over her to make sure she wasn't hurt. Then,
"What the hell did you think you were DOING!" Pietro demanded, his arms folded in front of his broad chest. Kitty felt anger rush through her. What had SHE been doing?!
"Trying to defend myself, and doing a damn good job of it too, before YOU showed up!" Kitty replied hotly.
"There were 7 guys there! God knows what could have happened to you!" Pietro yelled at her.
"I was handling myself JUST fine, thank you very much! Why did you come anyways?!" Kitty asked angrily.
Pietro's eyes were sparking with anger. "I had just finished loading the kids in the bus when I went to go find you! Your really a piece of work, Pryde, I'm gone 10 minutes, and already your in a life-threatening situation!"
Kitty could practically feel the steam coming from her ears. "I'm not some damsel in distress that needs YOUR help!" Kitty spat out, rubbing her arms and shivering as the wind swirled around them. Pietro shrugged off his jacket and put it around her. Kitty tried to protest, but the look on his face silenced her.
"You should have called for me, as SOON as you saw them!" Pietro said furiously, resuming the argument.
"I don't need your help, Pietro! And what do you care anyways!" Kitty yelled.
"Of course I care!" Pietro shot out, his blue eyes sparking with anger.
"No you don't!"
"Yes, I do!"
Suddenly, Kitty felt his arms circle around her and pull her close, kissing her so passionately, she almost couldn't breathe, didn't want to breathe. An eternity seemed to pass, before they both pulled away, gasping. Kitty looked up at him, her eyes tumultuous. Then shaking her head wordlessly, she fled as fast as she could back to the bus without a look back, her heart thudding against her chest.
Kitty gritted her teeth as Pietro gave Suzy her third ice-cream cone. "You're going to make them sick!" Kitty yelled at him when he got back. He gave her a scathing glance.
"Relax, would you? It's only her third one! When I was a kid, I used to eat dozens," Pietro informed her.
"Yes, and we all know how you turned out," Kitty muttered. The wind was picking up, and her hair broke free of her pony tail, swirling around her face. Pietro stopped, and looked at her. Kitty picked up the hair tie to try and fix her hair.
"No wait, leave it. It looks good down," Pietro said seriously. Kitty flushed hotly, so shocked at the compliment that the hair tie fell to the floor once again. She was determined not to answer him. Why was it that every time she'd convinced herself she'd never forgive him, he'd do something or say something that threw her totally off guard?
The kids had been especially boisterous the past half hour, since the carnival was going to be closing soon, they were determined to go on every last ride. It didn't help that Kitty had been left doing most of the babysitting, while Pietro was being idolized because he was constantly buying the children candy, thereby winning their affections. And Suzy had officially declared that she was going to marry Pietro, winning a charming smile from him.
Kitty scowled. I am NOT jealous of a five year old girl, I am NOT jealous, Kitty repeated to herself. It was getting harder and harder for Kitty to convince herself that what she felt for Pietro was an insane, completely random fleeting attraction, bound to disappear soon enough. Whenever she was thrown together with him, they could hardly agree on anything. So WHY was she fantasizing about him? It just didn't make any sense, Kitty thought furious at herself.
They passed a row of shirt vendors, all selling unbelievably short pink halter tops. All of the other souvenir shirt vendors had closed except this one, obviously trying to unload the gaudy merchandise to any of the remaining carnival goers. "You want to get one Kitty?" Pietro asked her, smirking at her. Kitty flushed.
"I wouldn't be caught dead in something so-so," Kitty struggled to find a word other than "slutty". "Revealing," Kitty retorted finally.
"Really," Pietro said almost philosophically as if he didn't believe her.
"It looks more like something Stacy would wear.in winter," Kitty couldn't help adding, cursing herself because she knew she sounded jealous. Pietro, observant as ever, grinned.
"Now, now Kitty, no need to lash out because you're a prude," Pietro said grinning, knowing it would send Kitty over the edge.
Kitty sent him a murderous look, and strode purposefully towards the next ride, New Orleans Orbits.
"I wanna go!" Suzy burst out, her hair flipping out. The other children shook their heads vehemently, looking a little frightened. Kitty bit her lip, admitting she herself was a little scared at the way the tiny cars spun faster and faster in a dizzying circle.
"I don't think it's such a good idea, after all you've eaten Suzy," Kitty told the little girl a little apologetically. Suzy wailed loudly.
"Jeez Pryde, give the lecturing a rest! Of course you can go," Pietro told Suzy with a smile. The little girl brightened and began extolling his praises. Kitty struggled to get a hold of her tempter. There he went AGAIN, making HER out to be the tough unrelenting taskmaster, while he managed to win over all the children by being totally irresponsible. "I'll take you, since Kitty's obviously scared of this ride," Pietro said, giving Kitty a knowing look.
Kitty bristled. "I am not scared! I'll take her," Kitty said coolly, and took Suzy's hand and climbed onto the ride, trying to calm her flustered nerves. The ride began, and Kitty closed her eyes as it spun. The ride seemed to last hours. Finally when it slowed to a stop, she couldn't help breathing a sigh of relief. She looked over at Suzy, and frowned with worry when she realized that the little girl was holding her stomach and groaning.
"Are you okay?" Kitty asked concernedly, leaning closer.
"I don't...feel so good," Suzy said, looking green. And suddenly, almost in slow motion, Suzy threw up all over her shirt. Kitty was so shocked, she barely registered what had happened until she looked down and found that her favorite T-shirt was covered in disgusting barf. Great, Kitty thought groaning inwardly, a horrible end to a horrible day.
Suzy began wailing. "I ruined your shirt!"
Kitty patted her shoulder comfortingly. "Don't worry. It's not your fault," Kitty said, forcing a small smile to assure Suzy. We all know whose fault this is, Kitty thought fuming, as she got off the ride, ready to kill Pietro.
Pietro's jaw dropped when Kitty climbed down the steps, his eyes widening when he saw the stain on her shirt. "What happened to you!"
"Unless you've gone BLIND, I think it's pretty obvious what happened!" Kitty said, through clenched teeth.
"Whoah, I think you'd better get that shirt off," Pietro said, shaking his head. Kitty swallowed, and realized he was right. She couldn't wait to get out of it, she'd rather die than endure a long bus ride with a barf-stained T-shirt. She could only imagine what Pietro would have to say about that.
Kitty threw him a murderous glare and stalked to the shirt vendor they had passed earlier. She grimaced in disgust at how short the pink tops were but reminded herself that atleast they were clean. "I'll take one," Kitty said tersely, gnashing her teeth as she handed over a ten dollar bill. She took the shirt and stalked into the bathroom to change. She emerged from the bathroom, trying unsuccessfully to tug the shirt to cover her stomach. I feel like an idiot, Kitty thought furiously, wincing at her image in the mirror
Pietro whistled when Kitty came out his eyes admiring. "I thought you said you'd die before you wore one of those."
Kitty turned on him, her brown eyes flashing. "This is all your fault!"
"Hey I'M not the one that threw up all over you!" Pietro retorted.
"You were the one that had to give Suzy about 900 pounds of junk! And then send her on the most nauseating ride in the carnival afterwards! THAT was just brilliant!" Kitty yelled, throwing her hands up in the air.
Pietro's blue eyes flashed with anger. "It's always MY fault! I was just trying to show them a good time, since you obviously don't know what THAT is!"
Kitty could feel herself losing control fast. "You are so completely irresponsible! If you hadn't tried to turn this whole babysitting thing into one big popularity contest, maybe I wouldn't be standing here in this STUPID shirt!"
"Right, you just can't handle the fact that the kids like me better! You need to stop being so immature!" Pietro shot back.
That did it. Kitty felt her cheeks flush with anger. "That's it! I can't stand to be around you a second longer! If your such a GREAT babysitter, you can watch them for the last ten minutes the carnival's open, unless you think you can't do that without SCREWING up!"
"I can handle it just fine!" Pietro bit out angrily.
"GOOD!" Kitty spat out, turning on her heel. She stalked away from them in the other direction, feeling the ridiculous urge to cry. I hate him, Kitty thought angrily. But even thinking it, she knew it wasn't true. Why did he have to be so infuriating?
Kitty wandered off to a secluded area of the carnival, thankful that it was deserted, and she could think in peace. She shivered as the wind picked up, cursing herself for not bringing a jacket. Suddenly her ears pricked up by a noise near her. Kitty's eyes widened as she noticed an unruly gang of boys in leather jackets hanging near the fence, laughing raucously.
Kitty got up, hoping to leave before they noticed her. But unfortunately, her anklet let out a small tinkling sound as she moved, and her presence was noticed immediately by the gang. In minutes, they had surrounded her.
"Hey girlie, what's your name?" one of the boys jeered at her, his eyes scanning her halter top. Kitty's lip curled in disgust.
"None of your business you inbred loser," Kitty retorted, relieved to find that her voice didn't shake. Her comment sent off a round of boisterous laughter.
"This one's feisty," the boy said, laughing to his friends. Kitty's hands balled into fists. The way she was feeling now, they had better not mess with her. She knew that with Logan's intense training in the Danger Room, she could take all 7 of the guys out.
One boy got closer, and tried to grab her, but Kitty gave him a swift kick to his shins, sending him off howling in pain. Emitting a grunt of anger, he swung at her wildly, but Kitty phased easily.
"Get her!" the leader of the gang order angrily. Kitty glared at them, confident, and waited. Suddenly, almost in a blur, something white flashed before her eyes, and in seconds, all the guys were lying on the floor groaning in pain. Kitty's jaw dropped open, as she felt, herself being picked up and carried so fast that she felt as if she were actually floating. When she found herself standing still, Kitty opened her eyes, slightly dazed, to find Pietro gazing at her with a mixture of concern and anger. His hands moved super fast over her to make sure she wasn't hurt. Then,
"What the hell did you think you were DOING!" Pietro demanded, his arms folded in front of his broad chest. Kitty felt anger rush through her. What had SHE been doing?!
"Trying to defend myself, and doing a damn good job of it too, before YOU showed up!" Kitty replied hotly.
"There were 7 guys there! God knows what could have happened to you!" Pietro yelled at her.
"I was handling myself JUST fine, thank you very much! Why did you come anyways?!" Kitty asked angrily.
Pietro's eyes were sparking with anger. "I had just finished loading the kids in the bus when I went to go find you! Your really a piece of work, Pryde, I'm gone 10 minutes, and already your in a life-threatening situation!"
Kitty could practically feel the steam coming from her ears. "I'm not some damsel in distress that needs YOUR help!" Kitty spat out, rubbing her arms and shivering as the wind swirled around them. Pietro shrugged off his jacket and put it around her. Kitty tried to protest, but the look on his face silenced her.
"You should have called for me, as SOON as you saw them!" Pietro said furiously, resuming the argument.
"I don't need your help, Pietro! And what do you care anyways!" Kitty yelled.
"Of course I care!" Pietro shot out, his blue eyes sparking with anger.
"No you don't!"
"Yes, I do!"
Suddenly, Kitty felt his arms circle around her and pull her close, kissing her so passionately, she almost couldn't breathe, didn't want to breathe. An eternity seemed to pass, before they both pulled away, gasping. Kitty looked up at him, her eyes tumultuous. Then shaking her head wordlessly, she fled as fast as she could back to the bus without a look back, her heart thudding against her chest.