Disclaimer: Well since A) I still go to school and B) don't live anywhere
near the place where they make X-Men Evo it's pretty obvious I don't own it
nor any of the characters or places that are recognizable. I do however own
the following characters: Summer Breen, Lela Alder, Richard J. Alder,
Melisma Kay, La Nicha Jones and Ollie the Butler. Becs owns Toby and
Nicholas. I also don't own 'Black Crow' by Jamiroquai.
Blink And You'll Miss It
Note: My universe is different to the normal one. In mine everything in Season Two minus the last three episodes happened. Therefore no one knows that mutants really exist. But a few things in Season three do happen. Lance and Kitty break up and Gambit is around.
Chapter Nine: Confessions Of The Heart
Saturday 2:30pm
"Have you noticed that Lance has been acting weird lately?" Toby asked a week later after the attempted rescue of Summer.
Pietro nodded,
"I mean, Lance is always weird but, yeah, I've noticed. The worst thing is that he's been brooding in his room every day this week. Won't even tell us what's wrong."
Just then Fred came in with a box of Hershey's Kisses.
"CHOCOLATE!" Toby exclaimed as he dove ungracefully and grabbed as many as he could. Freddy snarled, taking the box away from Toby's flailing hands. Toby growled as his hand started to glow brighter, flames flickering off it. Freddy gulped and put down the box. Toby grinned innocently at him and took some more chocolate.
"That's gonna give you pimples," Todd hopped in and sat next to Fred, stealing a chocolate.
Toby shrugged,
"I'll worry about it when the time comes."
Todd frowned,
"I'm worried about Lance. I went to check on him last night but he was gone. I think he's been sneaking out."
This caught Toby's attention,
"I'm going to talk to him . . . .now."
************
Toby stormed up the stairs until he reached Lance's door. The door was locked.
"Lance!" Toby shouted, pounding on his door, "Gets your ass out here! I know you're in there! Tell me what's wrong! Lance get out here, you're just acting like an ass - "
The door slowly opened slightly to reveal a pissed off looking Lance. His eyes were narrowed but strangely bloodshot, as if he had been crying.
Toby looked confused,
"Uh - Lance are you ok?"
Lance started to nod his head, but then stopped abruptly and shook instead. He looked down at the ground and opened the door more allowing Toby to squeeze through. Toby cautiously stepped into the chaotic room. Clothes had been thrown carelessly over the floor and the blinds were barely open. Lance shut the door behind him and slumped down on his bed.
"Toby I've screwed everything up."
Toby looked at Lance in shock,
"What? No you haven't!"
Lance stood up, beginning to pace in frustrated steps,
"Course I have! Summer won't talk to me!"
Toby suddenly realized something,
"This whole thing, you moping and all, it's about Summer?"
"Yeah," Lance replied as he laid back down, eyes distant.
"What did you do?"
"I . . .I think I scared her off; I think I was looking at her funny."
"How so?"
"Like, how you stare at Pietro."
Toby stared at him,
"She's not a guy, Lance."
"Toby!" Lance growled, "I'm not like you."
Toby backed off visibly,
"Okay, okay. I think I know why she's avoiding you".
Lance's eyes perked up,
"Spill!"
"Well", Toby started, rubbing this throat soothingly, "she thinks that you're only hitting on her to get Kitty jealous. She thinks you're playing mind games".
"That isn't.well it was.. but it's not anymore! That night, I was just so sure that I was over Kitty! Summer's friendship means a lot to me . . . .wait, how do you know all this?"
"We talk" Toby said bluntly.
"Oh"
"Tell me, do you have feelings for Summer?" Toby inquired.
Lance sighed and looked at the wall, trying to avoid his friend's eyes. Finally, he burst out,
"I don't know! In my mind, I don't, but . . ."
"Then tell me, do you know it in your mind or your heart?"
Lance shot him a surprised look,
"Wow, that's deep man."
"Like it?" Toby grinned, "Got it off the back of a cereal packet . . ."
Lance threw a pillow at him before turning back to the wall, obviously ending the conversation on his terms. But Toby wasn't finished with him - not yet, anyway.
"Lance," Toby told him seriously, "I did mean what I said. With love . . .don't use common sense. That's NOT what to do. Use the heart, Lance, the heart."
With that he left the room, shutting the door with a quiet snap. Lance knew how he felt about Summer - he did indeed like her, it was just who did he like more;
Summer or Kitty?
********** Same Day 4:29pm
"Ok that's a wrap people. Remember we have that competition in two months time so practice the dance with each other."
Summer wiped the sweat off her brow as she walked out of the studio. She slowly took off her jazz shoes and popped them in her bag. Gerard had been working them double time to get ready for this competition.
"Hey Summer wanna come clubbing with La Nicha and me tonight?" asked Melisma, a twenty two year old dancer with too many body piercings and a bad dye job.
Summer declined the offer,
"You know I'm only sixteen."
"So what?" La Nicha asked as she took off her sweatshirt to reveal a pink halter neck, "Just get a fake I.D and come along. We'll drop you home."
Summer laughed as they walked out of the building,
"Nah, my sister will kill me. My brainless brother-in-law is coming back and I have to be there, I'll see you guys on Monday."
Summer waved goodbye to the two girls and walked to the bus stop. Suddenly it hit her as she mentally sweared at herself,
There wasn't a bus coming this way - it was Saturday.
Summer scowled. This meant she would have to walk at least twenty blocks before she got to another bus stop. Summer pulled out her jacket; it was unusually chilly for middle of April. She had walked about three blocks when she heard a twig snap behind her. She spun around to see no one behind her. She pulled on her jacket as she started to pick up her pace. Out of the blue she heard footsteps behind her. She peered over her shoulder to see no one again.
Ok, she thought a little scared, now that's just whacked up.
She walked two more blocks when she started to hear whispering. Now she was really worried, she knew she wasn't imagining it, if she was her head would be buzzing like there was a bee next to her ear. She started running, her bag clutched close to her chest. The footsteps behind her got quicker too. She looked around and this time she saw something, three heavily cloaked figures following her, all of them with red hollow eyes.
She panicked and ran as fast as her legs would go. She darted into a coffee shop and ran towards the back of the complex. She took out her cell phone and dialled a number hoping they would be home.
************
That Evening 5:00pm
"Ahhhh!" Lance woke up hearing the phone ringing. Realizing he had fallen asleep he picked it up without much thought,
"Hello?"
"Lance is that you?" It was Summer. Her voice sounding rather troubled.
Lance suddenly got worried,
"Are you ok?"
"No," she breathed heavily, "I think there was someone following me. I lost them but . . .oh Lance I don't wanna walk home by myself knowing there's someone stalking me!"
Lance was taken back at this; he had never heard her sound so distressed.
"Where are you? I'll pick you up."
"I'm at Frieda's Coffee Shop, on Pixton Ave. Hurry Lance, my phone's running out of - "
And with that the line went dead with a teasing tone. Lance hung up and ran down the stairs. He quickly picked up his car keys, grabbed his coat and darted out the front door.
************
That Night 5:30pm
Lance entered the coffee shop, his eyes shifting from side to side, trying to find her. Finally he spotted her and ran towards her.
"Summer!"
She glanced up to see Lance, crouching over and looking out of breath. Summer got up quickly and gave him a fierce hug.
"Oh thank god, I didn't know who to call and I just thought of the first number in my head and. . ."
Lance simply hugged her tighter letting her cry quietly on his shoulder as he placed his chin on the top of her head and made soothing sounds.
*********
That Night 6:10pm
The ride back to Summer's house had been quiet. Lance was happy; he at least now was back on good terms with her. Lance turned a corner as Summer hummed softly to the radio; the sounds of Jamiroquai filled the car.
"Sorry bout the music," Lance apologized, "Toby was in the car last, he must have changed the station."
Summer smiled sincerely at him,
"No it's fine. I quite like Jamiroquai. We're doing a dance to this song in a competition coming up."
Lance glanced over at her and realized two things,
Summer was truly an astounding girl and he was in love with her.
Black crow, black crow, tell me where you really go When you fly into the sunset, high in evening sky, Black crow, black crow, tell me what you really know Will we flourish in this hurricane, or will we fall and die?
When Lance reached Summer's house he was completely lost for words. The house towered over them, making Lance feel insignificant and not quite the right person to look upon its magnificence. Summer leant over Lance and pressed a button on the side of the gate. Lance meanwhile took in her scent as her hair brushed against his face. He confirmed that she smelt of strawberries and vanilla.
The large iron gates opened and the jeep drove on. Summer sat back in her seat and gave Lance a sweet smile. Lance turned his attention back on the road as his face went pink. He parked the car and helped Summer out. They walked up the front steps together as Summer rang the doorbell. A few moments later the door opened. There in front of him stood a chubby man with strawberry blond hair in an expensive suit. He gave Summer a disgruntled snarl,
"Where have you been?"
Summer glared back at him,
"I was at my dance rehearsal. Lance here was dropping me home."
She pointed at Lance with her finger as she stepped inside. It was hard to tell who hated the other more. Lance gawked at the room with awe. The front entrance was alone bigger than the living room at the Brotherhood House. Summer grabbed his arm and tugged him into the living room. There draped over the couch like an Egyptian Queen was Lela wearing a pair of stilettos and a silky black dress. In one hand was a cigarette and in the other a martini.
"Oh hello Sunny!" She giggled, obviously inebriated as she sipped on her glass, which had been refilled too many times, her lipstick a ghost on it, "Who's your little friend here?"
Lance could tell Summer was embarrassed by her sister's behaviour,
"Lela this is Lance, my friend from school. Lance my sister Lela."
Lance stook out his hand politely as Lela smiled and shook it gently.
"So you're Lance," She smiled in a vague way as she picked her cigarette back up, "My, you are a cutie! Summer goes on and on about you everyday. . . although you are a lot cuter than she described you. But then, she's never been good at that. . ."
Lela shook with a giant *hic*.
"Oh really?" Lance tried to suppress his laughter at the sight of Summer squirming.
"Course," Lela continued as she crossed her legs, "She also goes on about the rest of her little group. Who was the other cute one? Tony?"
"Toby," Summer corrected stonily, "And I never said he was cute."
"Oh yeah he's the gay one right?" Lela remembered. Summer sighed as she nodded,
"Maybe we should set him up with Christian the next time he comes to visit!" Lela suggested happily as she skulled the rest of the martini down.
"Who's Christian?" Lance murmured.
Summer whispered back,
"My cousin from Vegas. My sister is obsessed with setting dates up for him, god knows why ever. It's been like that ever since he told her he was gay."
Summer dragged him back as the chubby man passed them.
"Who's that?" Lance questioned.
"That would be Mr Jackass himself, Mr Richard J. Alder. Brother-in-law from hell. He had a business trip the day after we moved and he only just came back today. God I hate him."
"Why?" Lance asked.
Summer sighed as she opened the door for him,
"He hates mutants, naturally he hates me. But then," She smirked, "When hasn't he hated me?"
Lance suddenly looked shocked but Summer patted him gently on the back,
"As long as I stay out of his way there's no problems. Thanks for driving me home. You're a prince. See you at school," A corner of her mouth lifted and she did something she had never done before, she softly kissed him on the cheek before closing the door.
Lance touched his face where he could still feel her warmth, gazing absently at the door. Suddenly, a grin rode over his face and he slid into his car, reflecting that this was one of his better days.
*********** That Night 7:10pm
Lance parked the car and stepped out. He was over the moon she had kissed him, even though it was only on the cheek. He thought nothing could dampen the mood. That was until he saw who was at the front door waiting. There in a pink Singlet top and tight black jeans was Kitty, her blue eyes twinkling the moment she saw him.
"Hi Lance!" She looked at him sweetly as he approached her, "Where have you been? I was waiting for you!"
"Wh. . .What really?" Lance stuttered, not expecting her to say that.
"Course silly. Like, who else would I be waiting for?" She purred as she put her finger on Lance's lips.
"What about Nicholas?" He asked but she just laughed at him.
"Nicholas? He is so last week!"
If this had happened two weeks earlier Lance would've grabbed Kitty's face and kissed her without question. But he realized the only reason Kitty was after him was because she was jealous that someone else liked him.
"What about all that stuff you said," He barked back harshly, "About me being 'just a hood'? Not being good enough?"
Kitty's face fell,
"Lance, I was angry then. Like, I didn't mean that!"
"Yeah sure, listen Kitty, I'm not just gonna be your boyfriend when it's convenient for you. It doesn't work like that. You can't call my friends losers just because you don't like them and you can't force me to go to places just because you want to. You have to like me for me. If that's not why you're here, I have nothing else to say to you. So. Why are you here?"
Kitty just stood there, unable to say anything without triggering an argument. Lance's face darkened in savage triumph,
"Thought so Kitty. If you'll excuse me I'm gonna start dinner before the others come back," Lance brushed past her as he entered the house and slammed the door shut.
Meanwhile Kitty stared at the door, not believing that she had been tossed away like that. Then something popped into her head,
Since when did Lance smell of strawberries and vanilla?
************* Next Chapter: Toby takes it upon himself to play matchmaker while trying to keep it a secret from the other Brotherhood Boys. Take note, chaos will happen. Also how will Kitty respond not getting Lance back? Will she get her revenge? Stay tuned.
Hope you like it!! R/R Please! No Flamers!! Hids Give me some ideas on what you want to happen in later chapters.
Blink And You'll Miss It
Note: My universe is different to the normal one. In mine everything in Season Two minus the last three episodes happened. Therefore no one knows that mutants really exist. But a few things in Season three do happen. Lance and Kitty break up and Gambit is around.
Chapter Nine: Confessions Of The Heart
Saturday 2:30pm
"Have you noticed that Lance has been acting weird lately?" Toby asked a week later after the attempted rescue of Summer.
Pietro nodded,
"I mean, Lance is always weird but, yeah, I've noticed. The worst thing is that he's been brooding in his room every day this week. Won't even tell us what's wrong."
Just then Fred came in with a box of Hershey's Kisses.
"CHOCOLATE!" Toby exclaimed as he dove ungracefully and grabbed as many as he could. Freddy snarled, taking the box away from Toby's flailing hands. Toby growled as his hand started to glow brighter, flames flickering off it. Freddy gulped and put down the box. Toby grinned innocently at him and took some more chocolate.
"That's gonna give you pimples," Todd hopped in and sat next to Fred, stealing a chocolate.
Toby shrugged,
"I'll worry about it when the time comes."
Todd frowned,
"I'm worried about Lance. I went to check on him last night but he was gone. I think he's been sneaking out."
This caught Toby's attention,
"I'm going to talk to him . . . .now."
************
Toby stormed up the stairs until he reached Lance's door. The door was locked.
"Lance!" Toby shouted, pounding on his door, "Gets your ass out here! I know you're in there! Tell me what's wrong! Lance get out here, you're just acting like an ass - "
The door slowly opened slightly to reveal a pissed off looking Lance. His eyes were narrowed but strangely bloodshot, as if he had been crying.
Toby looked confused,
"Uh - Lance are you ok?"
Lance started to nod his head, but then stopped abruptly and shook instead. He looked down at the ground and opened the door more allowing Toby to squeeze through. Toby cautiously stepped into the chaotic room. Clothes had been thrown carelessly over the floor and the blinds were barely open. Lance shut the door behind him and slumped down on his bed.
"Toby I've screwed everything up."
Toby looked at Lance in shock,
"What? No you haven't!"
Lance stood up, beginning to pace in frustrated steps,
"Course I have! Summer won't talk to me!"
Toby suddenly realized something,
"This whole thing, you moping and all, it's about Summer?"
"Yeah," Lance replied as he laid back down, eyes distant.
"What did you do?"
"I . . .I think I scared her off; I think I was looking at her funny."
"How so?"
"Like, how you stare at Pietro."
Toby stared at him,
"She's not a guy, Lance."
"Toby!" Lance growled, "I'm not like you."
Toby backed off visibly,
"Okay, okay. I think I know why she's avoiding you".
Lance's eyes perked up,
"Spill!"
"Well", Toby started, rubbing this throat soothingly, "she thinks that you're only hitting on her to get Kitty jealous. She thinks you're playing mind games".
"That isn't.well it was.. but it's not anymore! That night, I was just so sure that I was over Kitty! Summer's friendship means a lot to me . . . .wait, how do you know all this?"
"We talk" Toby said bluntly.
"Oh"
"Tell me, do you have feelings for Summer?" Toby inquired.
Lance sighed and looked at the wall, trying to avoid his friend's eyes. Finally, he burst out,
"I don't know! In my mind, I don't, but . . ."
"Then tell me, do you know it in your mind or your heart?"
Lance shot him a surprised look,
"Wow, that's deep man."
"Like it?" Toby grinned, "Got it off the back of a cereal packet . . ."
Lance threw a pillow at him before turning back to the wall, obviously ending the conversation on his terms. But Toby wasn't finished with him - not yet, anyway.
"Lance," Toby told him seriously, "I did mean what I said. With love . . .don't use common sense. That's NOT what to do. Use the heart, Lance, the heart."
With that he left the room, shutting the door with a quiet snap. Lance knew how he felt about Summer - he did indeed like her, it was just who did he like more;
Summer or Kitty?
********** Same Day 4:29pm
"Ok that's a wrap people. Remember we have that competition in two months time so practice the dance with each other."
Summer wiped the sweat off her brow as she walked out of the studio. She slowly took off her jazz shoes and popped them in her bag. Gerard had been working them double time to get ready for this competition.
"Hey Summer wanna come clubbing with La Nicha and me tonight?" asked Melisma, a twenty two year old dancer with too many body piercings and a bad dye job.
Summer declined the offer,
"You know I'm only sixteen."
"So what?" La Nicha asked as she took off her sweatshirt to reveal a pink halter neck, "Just get a fake I.D and come along. We'll drop you home."
Summer laughed as they walked out of the building,
"Nah, my sister will kill me. My brainless brother-in-law is coming back and I have to be there, I'll see you guys on Monday."
Summer waved goodbye to the two girls and walked to the bus stop. Suddenly it hit her as she mentally sweared at herself,
There wasn't a bus coming this way - it was Saturday.
Summer scowled. This meant she would have to walk at least twenty blocks before she got to another bus stop. Summer pulled out her jacket; it was unusually chilly for middle of April. She had walked about three blocks when she heard a twig snap behind her. She spun around to see no one behind her. She pulled on her jacket as she started to pick up her pace. Out of the blue she heard footsteps behind her. She peered over her shoulder to see no one again.
Ok, she thought a little scared, now that's just whacked up.
She walked two more blocks when she started to hear whispering. Now she was really worried, she knew she wasn't imagining it, if she was her head would be buzzing like there was a bee next to her ear. She started running, her bag clutched close to her chest. The footsteps behind her got quicker too. She looked around and this time she saw something, three heavily cloaked figures following her, all of them with red hollow eyes.
She panicked and ran as fast as her legs would go. She darted into a coffee shop and ran towards the back of the complex. She took out her cell phone and dialled a number hoping they would be home.
************
That Evening 5:00pm
"Ahhhh!" Lance woke up hearing the phone ringing. Realizing he had fallen asleep he picked it up without much thought,
"Hello?"
"Lance is that you?" It was Summer. Her voice sounding rather troubled.
Lance suddenly got worried,
"Are you ok?"
"No," she breathed heavily, "I think there was someone following me. I lost them but . . .oh Lance I don't wanna walk home by myself knowing there's someone stalking me!"
Lance was taken back at this; he had never heard her sound so distressed.
"Where are you? I'll pick you up."
"I'm at Frieda's Coffee Shop, on Pixton Ave. Hurry Lance, my phone's running out of - "
And with that the line went dead with a teasing tone. Lance hung up and ran down the stairs. He quickly picked up his car keys, grabbed his coat and darted out the front door.
************
That Night 5:30pm
Lance entered the coffee shop, his eyes shifting from side to side, trying to find her. Finally he spotted her and ran towards her.
"Summer!"
She glanced up to see Lance, crouching over and looking out of breath. Summer got up quickly and gave him a fierce hug.
"Oh thank god, I didn't know who to call and I just thought of the first number in my head and. . ."
Lance simply hugged her tighter letting her cry quietly on his shoulder as he placed his chin on the top of her head and made soothing sounds.
*********
That Night 6:10pm
The ride back to Summer's house had been quiet. Lance was happy; he at least now was back on good terms with her. Lance turned a corner as Summer hummed softly to the radio; the sounds of Jamiroquai filled the car.
"Sorry bout the music," Lance apologized, "Toby was in the car last, he must have changed the station."
Summer smiled sincerely at him,
"No it's fine. I quite like Jamiroquai. We're doing a dance to this song in a competition coming up."
Lance glanced over at her and realized two things,
Summer was truly an astounding girl and he was in love with her.
Black crow, black crow, tell me where you really go When you fly into the sunset, high in evening sky, Black crow, black crow, tell me what you really know Will we flourish in this hurricane, or will we fall and die?
When Lance reached Summer's house he was completely lost for words. The house towered over them, making Lance feel insignificant and not quite the right person to look upon its magnificence. Summer leant over Lance and pressed a button on the side of the gate. Lance meanwhile took in her scent as her hair brushed against his face. He confirmed that she smelt of strawberries and vanilla.
The large iron gates opened and the jeep drove on. Summer sat back in her seat and gave Lance a sweet smile. Lance turned his attention back on the road as his face went pink. He parked the car and helped Summer out. They walked up the front steps together as Summer rang the doorbell. A few moments later the door opened. There in front of him stood a chubby man with strawberry blond hair in an expensive suit. He gave Summer a disgruntled snarl,
"Where have you been?"
Summer glared back at him,
"I was at my dance rehearsal. Lance here was dropping me home."
She pointed at Lance with her finger as she stepped inside. It was hard to tell who hated the other more. Lance gawked at the room with awe. The front entrance was alone bigger than the living room at the Brotherhood House. Summer grabbed his arm and tugged him into the living room. There draped over the couch like an Egyptian Queen was Lela wearing a pair of stilettos and a silky black dress. In one hand was a cigarette and in the other a martini.
"Oh hello Sunny!" She giggled, obviously inebriated as she sipped on her glass, which had been refilled too many times, her lipstick a ghost on it, "Who's your little friend here?"
Lance could tell Summer was embarrassed by her sister's behaviour,
"Lela this is Lance, my friend from school. Lance my sister Lela."
Lance stook out his hand politely as Lela smiled and shook it gently.
"So you're Lance," She smiled in a vague way as she picked her cigarette back up, "My, you are a cutie! Summer goes on and on about you everyday. . . although you are a lot cuter than she described you. But then, she's never been good at that. . ."
Lela shook with a giant *hic*.
"Oh really?" Lance tried to suppress his laughter at the sight of Summer squirming.
"Course," Lela continued as she crossed her legs, "She also goes on about the rest of her little group. Who was the other cute one? Tony?"
"Toby," Summer corrected stonily, "And I never said he was cute."
"Oh yeah he's the gay one right?" Lela remembered. Summer sighed as she nodded,
"Maybe we should set him up with Christian the next time he comes to visit!" Lela suggested happily as she skulled the rest of the martini down.
"Who's Christian?" Lance murmured.
Summer whispered back,
"My cousin from Vegas. My sister is obsessed with setting dates up for him, god knows why ever. It's been like that ever since he told her he was gay."
Summer dragged him back as the chubby man passed them.
"Who's that?" Lance questioned.
"That would be Mr Jackass himself, Mr Richard J. Alder. Brother-in-law from hell. He had a business trip the day after we moved and he only just came back today. God I hate him."
"Why?" Lance asked.
Summer sighed as she opened the door for him,
"He hates mutants, naturally he hates me. But then," She smirked, "When hasn't he hated me?"
Lance suddenly looked shocked but Summer patted him gently on the back,
"As long as I stay out of his way there's no problems. Thanks for driving me home. You're a prince. See you at school," A corner of her mouth lifted and she did something she had never done before, she softly kissed him on the cheek before closing the door.
Lance touched his face where he could still feel her warmth, gazing absently at the door. Suddenly, a grin rode over his face and he slid into his car, reflecting that this was one of his better days.
*********** That Night 7:10pm
Lance parked the car and stepped out. He was over the moon she had kissed him, even though it was only on the cheek. He thought nothing could dampen the mood. That was until he saw who was at the front door waiting. There in a pink Singlet top and tight black jeans was Kitty, her blue eyes twinkling the moment she saw him.
"Hi Lance!" She looked at him sweetly as he approached her, "Where have you been? I was waiting for you!"
"Wh. . .What really?" Lance stuttered, not expecting her to say that.
"Course silly. Like, who else would I be waiting for?" She purred as she put her finger on Lance's lips.
"What about Nicholas?" He asked but she just laughed at him.
"Nicholas? He is so last week!"
If this had happened two weeks earlier Lance would've grabbed Kitty's face and kissed her without question. But he realized the only reason Kitty was after him was because she was jealous that someone else liked him.
"What about all that stuff you said," He barked back harshly, "About me being 'just a hood'? Not being good enough?"
Kitty's face fell,
"Lance, I was angry then. Like, I didn't mean that!"
"Yeah sure, listen Kitty, I'm not just gonna be your boyfriend when it's convenient for you. It doesn't work like that. You can't call my friends losers just because you don't like them and you can't force me to go to places just because you want to. You have to like me for me. If that's not why you're here, I have nothing else to say to you. So. Why are you here?"
Kitty just stood there, unable to say anything without triggering an argument. Lance's face darkened in savage triumph,
"Thought so Kitty. If you'll excuse me I'm gonna start dinner before the others come back," Lance brushed past her as he entered the house and slammed the door shut.
Meanwhile Kitty stared at the door, not believing that she had been tossed away like that. Then something popped into her head,
Since when did Lance smell of strawberries and vanilla?
************* Next Chapter: Toby takes it upon himself to play matchmaker while trying to keep it a secret from the other Brotherhood Boys. Take note, chaos will happen. Also how will Kitty respond not getting Lance back? Will she get her revenge? Stay tuned.
Hope you like it!! R/R Please! No Flamers!! Hids Give me some ideas on what you want to happen in later chapters.