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Kitty sat in her room, wondering where the hell her roommates were. Jubilee had left early in the morning, which was a miracle in itself. And she had gone without even a word as to her whereabouts, mumbling something about a "new look." And Rogue had been gone for a really long time. Kitty frowned, dying to talk to someone about how unbelievably conflicted she felt about Pietro.
Dr. Grey? The kindly doctor was warm and open but probably wouldn't understand. The Professor? Kitty shook her head. Logan? Kitty winced, Logan would most likely run screaming from the room. She sighed. Maybe the best thing was to act normal around Pietro, pretend nothing was wrong..all they had done was kiss. That wasn't so big.was it? Kitty knew it was big. She had gone from hating his guts to feeling dangerously giddy in his arms in a matter of seconds.
"God I'm such a wimp," Kitty muttered disgustedly, but straightened her shoulders. All it took was a little willpower. That's all. If she could just forget that Pietro was unbelievably gorgeous whose kisses reduced her to a puddle of goo..she'd be fine.
Kitty threw open the door, and caught sight of her reflection in the hallway mirror, remembering that she still had on the halter top. She didn't look so bad in it, Kitty thought modestly. Maybe she'd wear it once in a while...of course, when there was no chance of ever running into Rogue, Bobby, or Jubilee who'd only laugh their ass off.
Kitty ran downstairs, taking the steps two at a time. So long as all the adults were out of the mansion, she might as well take the opportunity to get some TV time. The sight that met her eyes made her stomach clench. Pietro was curled up on the couch, with Stacy next to him, and they looked as if they were having a great time. Kitty forced herself to breath. I don't care, I don't care, Kitty chanted to herself, feeling her eyes sting with tears.
Pietro had just proved her point that he was incapable of committing to any one girl. I mean, look at his taste in women, Kitty thought sniffing back tears, and stomping into the kitchen. She banged some pots together deliberately trying to make as much noise, knowing she was being petty but not being able to help herself. She opened the cupboard and took out a bag of goldfish, her comfort food, and walked back out to the TV, trying her hardest to keep her cool as she waited for Pietro to notice her presence.
"Kitty," Pietro said sitting up, his features indecipherable.
"Maximoff," Kitty clenched her teeth, practically spitting out the word. Stacy raised her eyebrows at the intense looks being passed back and forth.
"Kitty, what are you doing here?" Stacy asked snidely.
"I live here," Kitty snapped, sitting down in the opposite couch with her Goldfish bag. "What's your excuse?"
"Pietro invited me," Stacy informed her gleefully, completely missing the irritated look Pietro flashed at her.
"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Kitty muttered, reaching for a handful of goldfish, and sweeping her hair off her shoulders, trying to avoid the way Pietro was looking at her.
"Could you, like, leave? Pietro and I were in the middle of something," Stacy snapped, as Kitty leafed through the TV guide with deliberate casualness.
"Gee I wonder what that was," Kitty said, with a look at Pietro, who just glared back at her.
"Use your imagination," Stacy said sweetly. Pietro grimaced.
"No thanks, I might lose my appetite," Kitty retorted, trying to swallow back her tears.
"Kitty, mind if I talk to you in the other room for a minute?" Pietro said tightly, his eyes blazing.
"No problem you're the boss," Kitty retorted, following him out of the room ignoring Stacy's poisonous look.
Pietro stalked to the kitchen, and closed the connecting door, and turned to her. "Okay, what the hell is going on?"
Faced so close to him, Kitty could feel all the anger drain after her, feeling as if she might do something mortifying like start sobbing. She barely managed to voice out coolly, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"You know exactly what I'm talking about! You look at me as if I'm the scum of the earth or something!" Pietro said angrily, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"Well you are! It certainly didn't take you long to find another girl," Kitty said hotly. Pietro's eyes were blazing even bluer than usual.
"You TOLD me that you didn't want anything to do with me, and our kiss was due to "mutual stress," Pietro said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "So you don't want to date me but you'd rather have me moping around the mansion pining over you?"
"That's not what I meant!" Kitty said furiously.
"You know what I think? I think that maybe you enjoyed that kiss but you don't have the guts to admit it!" Pietro challenged.
Kitty flushed hotly. She couldn't believe the turn the conversation was taking. "I do so have the guts!" Kitty said furiously. Why do I ALWAYS act like such a child around him? Kitty thought cursing herself.
"Then admit it," Pietro said simply, leaning back against the cupboards, his eyes trapping hers.
Kitty was so flustered she couldn't even think. "If you think I'm going to flatter your already enormous ego, you can forget it!" Kitty finally sputtered, her cheeks flushed pink.
Pietro leaned closer. "That's what I thought. You don't want to admit it."
He looked so smug, that it made Kitty even more furious and defensive. "That's because there's nothing to admit! That was the worst, most disgusting kiss I've ever had!" Kitty retaliated, inwardly wincing at the colossal lie. And from the way Pietro was looking at her, he didn't believe it either.
Without a word, he leaned in, placed his hands firmly on her shoulders and kissed her. Kitty couldn't even breathe, but practically melted into his embrace. After several moments, he released her softly. "Disgusting?"
"Yeah," Kitty retorted, breathlessly.
At that moment, the kitchen door opened. "What the hell is going on here?!"
Both teens looked at each other and gaped at the person at the door wordlessly.
Kitty sat in her room, wondering where the hell her roommates were. Jubilee had left early in the morning, which was a miracle in itself. And she had gone without even a word as to her whereabouts, mumbling something about a "new look." And Rogue had been gone for a really long time. Kitty frowned, dying to talk to someone about how unbelievably conflicted she felt about Pietro.
Dr. Grey? The kindly doctor was warm and open but probably wouldn't understand. The Professor? Kitty shook her head. Logan? Kitty winced, Logan would most likely run screaming from the room. She sighed. Maybe the best thing was to act normal around Pietro, pretend nothing was wrong..all they had done was kiss. That wasn't so big.was it? Kitty knew it was big. She had gone from hating his guts to feeling dangerously giddy in his arms in a matter of seconds.
"God I'm such a wimp," Kitty muttered disgustedly, but straightened her shoulders. All it took was a little willpower. That's all. If she could just forget that Pietro was unbelievably gorgeous whose kisses reduced her to a puddle of goo..she'd be fine.
Kitty threw open the door, and caught sight of her reflection in the hallway mirror, remembering that she still had on the halter top. She didn't look so bad in it, Kitty thought modestly. Maybe she'd wear it once in a while...of course, when there was no chance of ever running into Rogue, Bobby, or Jubilee who'd only laugh their ass off.
Kitty ran downstairs, taking the steps two at a time. So long as all the adults were out of the mansion, she might as well take the opportunity to get some TV time. The sight that met her eyes made her stomach clench. Pietro was curled up on the couch, with Stacy next to him, and they looked as if they were having a great time. Kitty forced herself to breath. I don't care, I don't care, Kitty chanted to herself, feeling her eyes sting with tears.
Pietro had just proved her point that he was incapable of committing to any one girl. I mean, look at his taste in women, Kitty thought sniffing back tears, and stomping into the kitchen. She banged some pots together deliberately trying to make as much noise, knowing she was being petty but not being able to help herself. She opened the cupboard and took out a bag of goldfish, her comfort food, and walked back out to the TV, trying her hardest to keep her cool as she waited for Pietro to notice her presence.
"Kitty," Pietro said sitting up, his features indecipherable.
"Maximoff," Kitty clenched her teeth, practically spitting out the word. Stacy raised her eyebrows at the intense looks being passed back and forth.
"Kitty, what are you doing here?" Stacy asked snidely.
"I live here," Kitty snapped, sitting down in the opposite couch with her Goldfish bag. "What's your excuse?"
"Pietro invited me," Stacy informed her gleefully, completely missing the irritated look Pietro flashed at her.
"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Kitty muttered, reaching for a handful of goldfish, and sweeping her hair off her shoulders, trying to avoid the way Pietro was looking at her.
"Could you, like, leave? Pietro and I were in the middle of something," Stacy snapped, as Kitty leafed through the TV guide with deliberate casualness.
"Gee I wonder what that was," Kitty said, with a look at Pietro, who just glared back at her.
"Use your imagination," Stacy said sweetly. Pietro grimaced.
"No thanks, I might lose my appetite," Kitty retorted, trying to swallow back her tears.
"Kitty, mind if I talk to you in the other room for a minute?" Pietro said tightly, his eyes blazing.
"No problem you're the boss," Kitty retorted, following him out of the room ignoring Stacy's poisonous look.
Pietro stalked to the kitchen, and closed the connecting door, and turned to her. "Okay, what the hell is going on?"
Faced so close to him, Kitty could feel all the anger drain after her, feeling as if she might do something mortifying like start sobbing. She barely managed to voice out coolly, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"You know exactly what I'm talking about! You look at me as if I'm the scum of the earth or something!" Pietro said angrily, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"Well you are! It certainly didn't take you long to find another girl," Kitty said hotly. Pietro's eyes were blazing even bluer than usual.
"You TOLD me that you didn't want anything to do with me, and our kiss was due to "mutual stress," Pietro said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "So you don't want to date me but you'd rather have me moping around the mansion pining over you?"
"That's not what I meant!" Kitty said furiously.
"You know what I think? I think that maybe you enjoyed that kiss but you don't have the guts to admit it!" Pietro challenged.
Kitty flushed hotly. She couldn't believe the turn the conversation was taking. "I do so have the guts!" Kitty said furiously. Why do I ALWAYS act like such a child around him? Kitty thought cursing herself.
"Then admit it," Pietro said simply, leaning back against the cupboards, his eyes trapping hers.
Kitty was so flustered she couldn't even think. "If you think I'm going to flatter your already enormous ego, you can forget it!" Kitty finally sputtered, her cheeks flushed pink.
Pietro leaned closer. "That's what I thought. You don't want to admit it."
He looked so smug, that it made Kitty even more furious and defensive. "That's because there's nothing to admit! That was the worst, most disgusting kiss I've ever had!" Kitty retaliated, inwardly wincing at the colossal lie. And from the way Pietro was looking at her, he didn't believe it either.
Without a word, he leaned in, placed his hands firmly on her shoulders and kissed her. Kitty couldn't even breathe, but practically melted into his embrace. After several moments, he released her softly. "Disgusting?"
"Yeah," Kitty retorted, breathlessly.
At that moment, the kitchen door opened. "What the hell is going on here?!"
Both teens looked at each other and gaped at the person at the door wordlessly.