The Story of Lance and Kitty
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Disclaimer: I don't own the characters in X-Men Evolution, but I do own my story.
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Chapter 4
"Can't you, like, stop following me?" Kitty said exasperatedly as she spun to a stop, facing Lance Alvers. Lance looked at her, unconsciously digging his hands into his pockets, as he felt the severe tear in his heart. Kitty stared at him and saw Lance lowering his head again in disappointment.
-Lance's POV-
I tried. I tried so many hundreds of thousands of times, but it's still no use. Kitty doesn't even wanna give a damn about me. I tried to please her, impress her, talk to her, but even going near her was a problem. Does she really hate me that much? How come my life is so screwed?! Kitty, tell me why can't I make you like me, like the way I like you? I actually knew the answer. I'm just not good enough for her. She's pretty, kind, caring, smart, clever, lovable... and me, I'm not like Brad Pit, I'm the average bad-boy in town, I screw things up, I'm the enemy of all teachers and definitely not someone to mix with unless you're like me. Maybe I should just give up...
-Normal POV-
"Maybe I should just give up. It's too hard to please you, to impress you, to even speak to you, Kitty. Yeah, I realised, the reason you don't give a damn about me, is because you're too good for someone like me. I admit I'm not your Brad Pit. I'm a bad-boy, I'm a screwed-up-everything person, nobody likes me and no one would consider mixing with me. Kitty Pryde obviously wouldn't like a guy like that. But I knew I tried, I tried hard. I know that even if you don't like me, I will still like you. You're an X-Men, and I'm a Brotherhood, we're supposed to be mutant nemeses, but I still like you because love has no boundary. All I want is for you to accept me for who I am... like you used to... but now I know that this will never happen. Don't worry Kitty, I won't follow you around anymore, and better still, I'll get out of your life."
Kitty could only gaze at Lance as he poured all the words on her ever so directly. She was speechless. 'So all these was because... he likes me?' Kitty asked herself. Lance saw that she had no reply, and took silence as consent. He looked at her beautiful blue eyes one last time before turning around, walking away- away from her life.
The fragile heart behind the iron amour alas shattered...
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*SMASH*
Pietro rushed to Lance's room immediately as he heard loud crashing. "Hey, Lancey-boy. Chill, okay? You know this house could topple down any moment," Pietro said, leaning in on the door.
*CRASH*
'Not again?' Pietro thought. Something is very wrong with Lance today. Slowly, Pietro took the doorknob and opened the door cautiously.
*CRUSH*
The room was a mess. Almost like a place after war. Lance's books were everywhere. CD towers spilled. But there was something Pietro noticed that was very much amiss...
Lance threw the last photo frame at his wall. It crashed into it, and the glass smashed from the impact. Its nice wooden frame broke, but the picture simply slid out. The previous few had either been stepped on, tore or just crumpled up thrown into the bin. 'Whoa, Lance would NEVER do that-' Pietro thought. Deciding not to interrupt him, he left.
The brown-haired bad-boy dropped to the ground in front of his bed and- cried. He wanted to cry out all his anger, all his sadness, and all of his heartbreak. After a good 15 minutes, he looked up. The picture lay innocently and unharmed in front of him. In that picture, Kitty still smiled sweetly, the kind of smile that Lance longed to have directed at him. It was also the nicest of all the photos he had of her. He stood up and surveyed the mess in his room. Reluctantly, he cleared up the mess and placed back everything neatly, like he had never done before. He cleared away the glass that shattered on the floor, then picked up the picture and looked at it.
'Oh my god... What have I done?' Lance thought as he realised how many pictures he had destroyed in his fit of anger. Only one left now. He stared at the picture for the next 5 minutes before he got sleepy, and went to bed with a streak of tear staining his face.
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[The next day... Chemistry class]
The front door swung opened. Kitty noticed Lance dragging himself in lethargically. She thought hard yesterday, and even confided to Rogue. Rogue, though totally inexperienced, told her to give the poor boy a chance. Kitty continued thinking back of how she treated him in the past weeks. Perhaps she still hated him because of how he had used her, of how disappointed at him she was. But at the same time, another part of her wanted to know him more. And then, the borderline between the X-Men and the Brotherhood, and the strict warnings of Jean and Scott, restricted her from doing so.
"Hey..." Kitty greeted as Lance was approaching her workbench. Lance caught the distinctly petite voice. He noticed it had been Kitty- but she was saying that to him. His heart did a little leap, but faded when he remembered that he'd keep away from her. For a moment he looked at her nonchalantly before turning away his gaze. Lance wanted to avoid as much contact as possible, and that included talking to her. But it was harder than he thought.
Kitty knew Lance hadn't the intention to reply her. Besides, after all she had done to push him away; she deserved the cold shoulder. Lance was just passing her, when the young X-man held his wrist gently. Lance felt her hand touched his wrist. His eyes widened and he stopped at his tracks. 'Kitty?' he thought. It was too good to be true, first she greeted him at her own free accord, and secondly, she was now holding on to his wrist. Lance didn't know what to do. Should he just push away her hand and walk to his seat, or should he ask what she wanted.
Lance's heart chose the latter. He looked at her; his eyes questioned her action. Kitty almost immediately let go of his wrist. At that moment, Lance heart sunk a little. "Erm... Would you wanna, like, have lunch with me or something? I-I mean you could like say 'no', but, like, I've got something to tell you..." Kitty asked as she tried to tear her gaze away from his comforting brown eyes.
'Lunch- with Kitty...' the words registered into his mind. His heart leapt again. If he hadn't given up yesterday or said those words to her, he would have immediately agreed. However, the situation now is that half of him eagerly wanted, while the other reminded him to reserve himself. But he hadn't thought long when Kitty simply said, "Well, if you decide to meet me, I'll be there waiting. If not... If not, then it's- alright."
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[Lunch]
Kitty waited patiently. She was getting a little nervous. Unconsciously, she played with her fingers and biting on her lower lip. Every few seconds she would look back at her watch again. 'What's wrong with me? I'm just gonna apologise and that's all... Why am I, like, so nervous? This is crazy!' she thought.
*CREEK* -(the sound of the shifting of a chair)
"Hi, sorry I'm a bit late." Lance greeted as he calmly took a seat opposite the girl. Kitty looked up and smiled, happy to know he did eventually turn up. She inhaled a deep breath, thinking, 'Okay, just like say what you want... You can do this.' She was about to speak when Lance started, "So what do you wanna tell me?" his deep voice had on a calm tone, devoid of any emotion, and it took Kitty by surprise. She was nervous again, biting her lip once more. "Erm- well, I-I... I mean actually I wanted to, like, say I'm sorry. I didn't know you feel that way and I-I-" she stuttered. Lance gave a rather unexpected response though and Kitty didn't know what to think.
"I don't need your pity, Kitty," he said.
Silence.
"N-No, it's not pity... I just- like, I'm sorry for how I've treated you in the past..."
Silence.
"Look, Ms Kitty Pryde, if you called me here just to say how sorry you are, then I think you're just wasting my time."
Silence.
Kitty didn't know how to react. Thought for a while.
"Yeah, it's probably a waste of your time. Well, since you don't accept my apology, then I should not continue and the more I should throw away that rediculous idea of trying to befriend you. Bye, and I'm sorry I, like, wasted your time," Kitty said and stood up, leaving Lance to think about her words.
-Lance's POV-
What? Kitty actually wanted to befriend me? Damn it! I screwed everything up again! SHIT! I have to go find her. Where did she go?
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-Normal POV-
Lance raced down every corridor in the school trying to find Kitty. His mind kept replaying how hostile he had acted towards her. And of course he regretted that. Had he hurt her feelings, he'd never forgive himself. 'Kitty, where are you? I'm so sorry...' he said in his heart.
Kitty found herself seated on one of the stands in the big basketball hall. She hugged her legs tighter; her forehead rested on her knees and she sob softly. She didn't care what made her felt like crying and why, all she wanted was to get rid of the pain in her heart.
*BOOM* -(busting open of a door)
Lance dashed into the wide hall. His eyes surveyed the empty seats and the wide-open spaces. But a small sob got his attention. Lance looked again. Sure enough, that was the exact girl he was looking for.
Kitty could only hear her sobs and was oblivious that someone had came into the hall at that moment. Suddenly, she felt a warm hand touching her shoulder. "Hi there, Pretty Kitty... I'm back." Lance said. He now knew that Kitty had been crying. Kitty looked up; her face streaked with tears that she didn't bother to wipe away.
"GO AWAY!" Kitty shouted as she shrugged off his hand. "Kitty... Were you crying because of me?" Lance asked. "NO! I WASN'T CRYING AND WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I'D CRY OVER YOU!" she raised her voice again and turned her back towards him. Lance was stunned for a moment. It was obvious to him that she was trying to hide her feelings.
'What else could she possibly cry over? Damn! I did hurt her feelings... she meant well, and what was I thinking? Revenge? Why had I pushed her away?' he thought. "Kitty- how about, let's start all over again?" he started. "Hi, my name is Lance Alvers and I'd thought it would wonderful if I could have this pretty lady here to be my friend," he said smilingly. Kitty still had her back to him. "Don't be retarded, Lance!" she chided. She wasn't that mad or sad anymore. She heard what Lance said and couldn't help but felt a smile etching across her face.
Lance went to the other side of her so he could see her face. "Hey! You're smiling!" he said as his face lit up, just like a small kid's when he received candy. "Hmph!" Kitty pouted and turned away again. Lance smiled, he caught her chin and raised it so he could see it more clearly. Gently, he wiped away the tears on her face, then asked again, "So would you still want me to be your friend?"
Kitty smiled, then nodded.
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To be continued...
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A/N: this chapter nice? must review ok? whoa, i know i totally didn't update for centuries man, anyway... the chapters after this will be damn cool... supposedly fluffs then... (can't tell ya). so anyway, the next chap will be a fluff. how would the new friendship forged between Kitty and Lance work out? stay tune to the next chap! r&r ^_^
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Disclaimer: I don't own the characters in X-Men Evolution, but I do own my story.
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Chapter 4
"Can't you, like, stop following me?" Kitty said exasperatedly as she spun to a stop, facing Lance Alvers. Lance looked at her, unconsciously digging his hands into his pockets, as he felt the severe tear in his heart. Kitty stared at him and saw Lance lowering his head again in disappointment.
-Lance's POV-
I tried. I tried so many hundreds of thousands of times, but it's still no use. Kitty doesn't even wanna give a damn about me. I tried to please her, impress her, talk to her, but even going near her was a problem. Does she really hate me that much? How come my life is so screwed?! Kitty, tell me why can't I make you like me, like the way I like you? I actually knew the answer. I'm just not good enough for her. She's pretty, kind, caring, smart, clever, lovable... and me, I'm not like Brad Pit, I'm the average bad-boy in town, I screw things up, I'm the enemy of all teachers and definitely not someone to mix with unless you're like me. Maybe I should just give up...
-Normal POV-
"Maybe I should just give up. It's too hard to please you, to impress you, to even speak to you, Kitty. Yeah, I realised, the reason you don't give a damn about me, is because you're too good for someone like me. I admit I'm not your Brad Pit. I'm a bad-boy, I'm a screwed-up-everything person, nobody likes me and no one would consider mixing with me. Kitty Pryde obviously wouldn't like a guy like that. But I knew I tried, I tried hard. I know that even if you don't like me, I will still like you. You're an X-Men, and I'm a Brotherhood, we're supposed to be mutant nemeses, but I still like you because love has no boundary. All I want is for you to accept me for who I am... like you used to... but now I know that this will never happen. Don't worry Kitty, I won't follow you around anymore, and better still, I'll get out of your life."
Kitty could only gaze at Lance as he poured all the words on her ever so directly. She was speechless. 'So all these was because... he likes me?' Kitty asked herself. Lance saw that she had no reply, and took silence as consent. He looked at her beautiful blue eyes one last time before turning around, walking away- away from her life.
The fragile heart behind the iron amour alas shattered...
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*SMASH*
Pietro rushed to Lance's room immediately as he heard loud crashing. "Hey, Lancey-boy. Chill, okay? You know this house could topple down any moment," Pietro said, leaning in on the door.
*CRASH*
'Not again?' Pietro thought. Something is very wrong with Lance today. Slowly, Pietro took the doorknob and opened the door cautiously.
*CRUSH*
The room was a mess. Almost like a place after war. Lance's books were everywhere. CD towers spilled. But there was something Pietro noticed that was very much amiss...
Lance threw the last photo frame at his wall. It crashed into it, and the glass smashed from the impact. Its nice wooden frame broke, but the picture simply slid out. The previous few had either been stepped on, tore or just crumpled up thrown into the bin. 'Whoa, Lance would NEVER do that-' Pietro thought. Deciding not to interrupt him, he left.
The brown-haired bad-boy dropped to the ground in front of his bed and- cried. He wanted to cry out all his anger, all his sadness, and all of his heartbreak. After a good 15 minutes, he looked up. The picture lay innocently and unharmed in front of him. In that picture, Kitty still smiled sweetly, the kind of smile that Lance longed to have directed at him. It was also the nicest of all the photos he had of her. He stood up and surveyed the mess in his room. Reluctantly, he cleared up the mess and placed back everything neatly, like he had never done before. He cleared away the glass that shattered on the floor, then picked up the picture and looked at it.
'Oh my god... What have I done?' Lance thought as he realised how many pictures he had destroyed in his fit of anger. Only one left now. He stared at the picture for the next 5 minutes before he got sleepy, and went to bed with a streak of tear staining his face.
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[The next day... Chemistry class]
The front door swung opened. Kitty noticed Lance dragging himself in lethargically. She thought hard yesterday, and even confided to Rogue. Rogue, though totally inexperienced, told her to give the poor boy a chance. Kitty continued thinking back of how she treated him in the past weeks. Perhaps she still hated him because of how he had used her, of how disappointed at him she was. But at the same time, another part of her wanted to know him more. And then, the borderline between the X-Men and the Brotherhood, and the strict warnings of Jean and Scott, restricted her from doing so.
"Hey..." Kitty greeted as Lance was approaching her workbench. Lance caught the distinctly petite voice. He noticed it had been Kitty- but she was saying that to him. His heart did a little leap, but faded when he remembered that he'd keep away from her. For a moment he looked at her nonchalantly before turning away his gaze. Lance wanted to avoid as much contact as possible, and that included talking to her. But it was harder than he thought.
Kitty knew Lance hadn't the intention to reply her. Besides, after all she had done to push him away; she deserved the cold shoulder. Lance was just passing her, when the young X-man held his wrist gently. Lance felt her hand touched his wrist. His eyes widened and he stopped at his tracks. 'Kitty?' he thought. It was too good to be true, first she greeted him at her own free accord, and secondly, she was now holding on to his wrist. Lance didn't know what to do. Should he just push away her hand and walk to his seat, or should he ask what she wanted.
Lance's heart chose the latter. He looked at her; his eyes questioned her action. Kitty almost immediately let go of his wrist. At that moment, Lance heart sunk a little. "Erm... Would you wanna, like, have lunch with me or something? I-I mean you could like say 'no', but, like, I've got something to tell you..." Kitty asked as she tried to tear her gaze away from his comforting brown eyes.
'Lunch- with Kitty...' the words registered into his mind. His heart leapt again. If he hadn't given up yesterday or said those words to her, he would have immediately agreed. However, the situation now is that half of him eagerly wanted, while the other reminded him to reserve himself. But he hadn't thought long when Kitty simply said, "Well, if you decide to meet me, I'll be there waiting. If not... If not, then it's- alright."
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[Lunch]
Kitty waited patiently. She was getting a little nervous. Unconsciously, she played with her fingers and biting on her lower lip. Every few seconds she would look back at her watch again. 'What's wrong with me? I'm just gonna apologise and that's all... Why am I, like, so nervous? This is crazy!' she thought.
*CREEK* -(the sound of the shifting of a chair)
"Hi, sorry I'm a bit late." Lance greeted as he calmly took a seat opposite the girl. Kitty looked up and smiled, happy to know he did eventually turn up. She inhaled a deep breath, thinking, 'Okay, just like say what you want... You can do this.' She was about to speak when Lance started, "So what do you wanna tell me?" his deep voice had on a calm tone, devoid of any emotion, and it took Kitty by surprise. She was nervous again, biting her lip once more. "Erm- well, I-I... I mean actually I wanted to, like, say I'm sorry. I didn't know you feel that way and I-I-" she stuttered. Lance gave a rather unexpected response though and Kitty didn't know what to think.
"I don't need your pity, Kitty," he said.
Silence.
"N-No, it's not pity... I just- like, I'm sorry for how I've treated you in the past..."
Silence.
"Look, Ms Kitty Pryde, if you called me here just to say how sorry you are, then I think you're just wasting my time."
Silence.
Kitty didn't know how to react. Thought for a while.
"Yeah, it's probably a waste of your time. Well, since you don't accept my apology, then I should not continue and the more I should throw away that rediculous idea of trying to befriend you. Bye, and I'm sorry I, like, wasted your time," Kitty said and stood up, leaving Lance to think about her words.
-Lance's POV-
What? Kitty actually wanted to befriend me? Damn it! I screwed everything up again! SHIT! I have to go find her. Where did she go?
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-Normal POV-
Lance raced down every corridor in the school trying to find Kitty. His mind kept replaying how hostile he had acted towards her. And of course he regretted that. Had he hurt her feelings, he'd never forgive himself. 'Kitty, where are you? I'm so sorry...' he said in his heart.
Kitty found herself seated on one of the stands in the big basketball hall. She hugged her legs tighter; her forehead rested on her knees and she sob softly. She didn't care what made her felt like crying and why, all she wanted was to get rid of the pain in her heart.
*BOOM* -(busting open of a door)
Lance dashed into the wide hall. His eyes surveyed the empty seats and the wide-open spaces. But a small sob got his attention. Lance looked again. Sure enough, that was the exact girl he was looking for.
Kitty could only hear her sobs and was oblivious that someone had came into the hall at that moment. Suddenly, she felt a warm hand touching her shoulder. "Hi there, Pretty Kitty... I'm back." Lance said. He now knew that Kitty had been crying. Kitty looked up; her face streaked with tears that she didn't bother to wipe away.
"GO AWAY!" Kitty shouted as she shrugged off his hand. "Kitty... Were you crying because of me?" Lance asked. "NO! I WASN'T CRYING AND WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I'D CRY OVER YOU!" she raised her voice again and turned her back towards him. Lance was stunned for a moment. It was obvious to him that she was trying to hide her feelings.
'What else could she possibly cry over? Damn! I did hurt her feelings... she meant well, and what was I thinking? Revenge? Why had I pushed her away?' he thought. "Kitty- how about, let's start all over again?" he started. "Hi, my name is Lance Alvers and I'd thought it would wonderful if I could have this pretty lady here to be my friend," he said smilingly. Kitty still had her back to him. "Don't be retarded, Lance!" she chided. She wasn't that mad or sad anymore. She heard what Lance said and couldn't help but felt a smile etching across her face.
Lance went to the other side of her so he could see her face. "Hey! You're smiling!" he said as his face lit up, just like a small kid's when he received candy. "Hmph!" Kitty pouted and turned away again. Lance smiled, he caught her chin and raised it so he could see it more clearly. Gently, he wiped away the tears on her face, then asked again, "So would you still want me to be your friend?"
Kitty smiled, then nodded.
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To be continued...
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A/N: this chapter nice? must review ok? whoa, i know i totally didn't update for centuries man, anyway... the chapters after this will be damn cool... supposedly fluffs then... (can't tell ya). so anyway, the next chap will be a fluff. how would the new friendship forged between Kitty and Lance work out? stay tune to the next chap! r&r ^_^