(15) (A/N:) Ok this may seem a little confusing to some but all previous
things happened over 2 days. When Dixion and Pietro got detention it was a
Friday, Dixion made breakfast on Saturday.
Ok? Ok.
The day had come. It was a warm sunny Sunday, but inside the mansion, it was saddening. The Brotherhood was leaving. Dixion was crushed. She tried to spend as much time with them as she could but they all avoided her as if she had the plague...well except Pietro.
By now, everyone knew about Dixion and Pietro. All had voiced their concerns, but Dixion told them she would be fine. Evan had been the worst. Dixion knew he would take it the hardest. When she had told him, his face had gone pale. He wore a look as if his whole life was crumbling. But he didn't yell or rage at her. He spent more and more time training and was little more civil with Pietro.
In a house filled with young adults, it's very hard to find solitude. Walking aimlessly around, Dixion finally dropped herself on the couch to watch some TV.
Evan strolled past on his way to the kitchen and saw her. Sadness rose in his heart, but he swallowed it. "Hey Dix."
She looked over the back of the couch. "Hi Evan. Why don't you join me for some brain rotting TV?"
Evan dragged himself over and sat down heavily. He slipped his hand into his pocket and fingered the item within.
Dixion watched him silently. "Evan, what's wrong?"
He gazed at Dixion, then back at the TV. "Nothing."
Dixion turned on the couch to face Evan. "Don't give me that. I know you too well. Something's bothering you. What is it?"
Evan's hand closed over the small box in his pocket. He sighed. "I just thought you and me had a chance, Dix. Now you're with Pietro and...well, I thought I might as well give you this anyways."
From his pocket, Evan pulled a small black box and handed it to Dixion. She felt surprised and was shock by what Evan said to her. "Evan...I..."
"It's just something to show you how much you mean to me."
Dixion opened the box to find a long silver chain, a small silver angel charm with gold wings linked on it.
"Evan this is beautiful, thank you." Dixion leaned across the couch, kissing his cheek and hugging him tightly. "And you should know I do care for you. I see you as like a close guy friend. A big brother even." Dixion caught him in a headlock.
"Yeah Dix, that makes me feel a whole lot better." Evan tried to swat her away.
Dixion let go, but hugged him again. "Fine. Look at it this way, if Pietro breaks my heart, you can break his nose."
"No kiddin'?" Evan smiled, imaging himself beating Pietro's ass.
"Sure. But only if I say it's alright." Dixion slipped on the chain, looking down at the little pendant. She looked up and smirked at Evan. "So you ready for some mind numbing, brain rotting tube?"
Evan snatched the converter out of her hands. "'Course, but I get to choose the junk we watch. Care for some Baywatch?" ***************************************************************************
Rolling her eyes, and heaving a sigh, Dixion moved away from the yelling and toward the kitchen. Pietro had joined her and Evan so the guys could watch Baywatch (Dixion totally refusing to watch "I've got my standards" she had sneered at them), and had got into a stupid argument about what Pamela Anderson's chest was mostly made of.
Upon entering, she found a figure standing outside, peering in through the window. Curious and a little edgy, Dixion moved over to the glass door and stuck her head out. "Can I help you?"
A familiar pair of red eyes turned toward her, a familiar easy-going smile. "O'course you could Petite. But I'm not one to intrude on pretty girls."
Dixion felt like throwing herself at Remy. The savior to all this fighting. "You? Intruding? Never! I need someone to straighten the guys out here anyways. But you're always welcome."
"Now don't you know how t'make a guy feel welcome Petite." Remy moved forward and draped an arm around Dixion's shoulders. "Lead da way, and Remy show diz guys how t'act."
Evan and Pietro heard Dixion returning. Dixion sighed. "I don't know. I don't think their worth time to try and help." They looked at each other. They hadn't heard Remy and believed Dixion had gone crazy.
"Hey Dix, maybe you should stay out of the sun for awhile if you're gonna keep talking to yourself like that." Pietro grinned, until he say Remy's arm around Dixion. Then he saw red.
He launched himself over the couch, pushed passed Evan, and would have his fist connected with Remy's face, if Dixion hadn't stepped up.
"Pietro back off before I really do kick your face in." Pietro glared furiously at Remy as Dixion pushed him back onto the couch. "Sit. You have nothing to be jealous about." Dixion turned back to look at Remy. "As much as I like Remy," when she saw Pietro's face darken she quickly added, "I think Rogue would like him better."
"Believe me Pietro," Remy commented, "Remy no snake. He don' steal other guys girls. While not intentionally."
Evan hadn't said anything in awhile and stood, looking more then a little confused. Dixion took this as a good opening.
"Evan. Do me a favor and go get Rogue. I would go but I don't trust you three by yourselves."
Evan looked dumbly at Dixion then walked away in the general direction of the stairs to the second floor.
"Dis might be more work den Remy thought." Remy shook his head thoughtfully.
Pietro moved to get up again, and Dixion sat in his lap to keep him there and out of trouble. "Pietro you stay here and watch the TV with me." Even thought Remy wasn't anywhere near, Pietro put his arms possessively around Dixion, glaring at the TV, muttering under his voice.
Dixion patted him affectionately on the shoulder. "Good boy."
Suddenly the air filled with loud heavy metal music, followed by an ear- piercing scream. The three could hear Rogue coming a mile away. Evan followed behind her, completely red. "Daniels you twit. Haven't yah ever heard of knockin'!" When Rogue spotted Dixion, she ranted at her. "Dis no good ass just walked straight into mah room while Iah was changin'." Evan left just as quickly as he came in.
Remy finally spoke up. "Is dis Rogue?" He looked toward Dixion for confirmation. When she nodded, he grinned slyly at Rogue. "Dis is Remy's great pleasure to meet such a ... strong-willed girl, dat very pretty too."
Rogue blushed just a slightest and replied. "And may Iah ask who yah are?"
Remy took Rogue's gloved hand in his equally covered hand and kissed it. "Remy Lebeau, Petite."
Rogue blushed even more, and for once was dead quiet. Dixion filled in for her. "Why don't you two go outside, walk around, and talk?" And before the dead silence could settle again, they two were gone out the back door.
Dixion sighed. "Are you happy now, Pietro? Remy is not trying to steal me and I don't want to go out with him, ok?" She tried to loosen his arms around her but he wouldn't give. "Fine, but you keep this up and I'll die of suffocation."
Pietro's arms loosened a fraction. "I'm not taking any chances."
"Where am I going to go? Obviously, I'm not going to just spilt on you. I can't believe what you're saying. All this from the guy who treated me like crap when he first met me." Dixion gave Pietro the cold shoulder. Literally. He yelped, pulling back his arms; Dixion jumped up immediately, moving into a chair across the room.
"Ah, come' on Dixion."
"Don't start with me. If you're so confident with your talents of getting girls, why are you freaking out if I left you? Not like you couldn't get someone else." She glared at him, ready to attack if he tried anything.
"You're right. Why I ever settled for you is beyond me." Pietro snapped back. He sat a few more moments before zipping out of the room, slowing enough to slam the front door as he went.
"Prick." Dixion choked out to the empty room, tears streaming down her face. She curled up into her chair and cried the rest of the afternoon alone, until she fell asleep miserable and empty. ***********************************************************************
Pietro didn't get very far running. He got to the end of the block, and didn't have the energy or the feeling to run all the way home. He now walked slowly, hands crammed in his jeans pockets, kicking pebbles that got in his way.
He couldn't believe what he'd said to Dixion. But he felt like she'd pushed him to it. He ran a hand through his hair angrily. Why did girls have to be so confusing?
He'd never had a problem quite like this before. But, of course, he'd never really felt like this with another girl. Dixion made him feel, well... feel. He would never had stayed in a house full of those x-freaks if someone had paid him. But there he had been, for almost three days. And just because of one girl.
He found himself in front of his house. He made his way up to the house. When he opened the door, he wasn't surprised to find the other guys already home. Ignoring the questioning looks and went to his room, locked the door and lay down on his bed.
He watched the light trail across the ceiling as the sun lowered and just thought. ***********************************************************************
The sunrise found Dixion sitting outside beside the glass door of the kitchen, her back against the house, a cigarette dangling in her fingers. Silvery smoke drifted in swirls from her lips. She raked her fingers through her hair, pushing it back from her face.
Dixion flicked the ash from her cigarette, watching it float to the ground. She was a chain-smoker, which was brought on by her parents fighting. Most would have thought that no parents would equal no smoking, but now the smoking came when life got too tough, she was ready to kill someone or she felt like crap. Right now, she felt like all three.
She crushed out the cigarette, got to her feet, and went back inside. No one had bothered to wake her up last night, so she had slept on the chair. At least someone was considerate enough to get her a blanket. She figured it was Evan.
He was always looking out for her. She couldn't help but smile remembering the way he looked when he gave her the pendant. She took it out from under her shirt, fingering the tiny angel. He was such a good friend.
"Maybe I should give him a chance, she whispered to herself.
Today was a new day, full of new promise and adventure. She hope that they would all survive it. *************************************************************************** Yah, another one done. 'Bout time too, how long has it been?
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The day had come. It was a warm sunny Sunday, but inside the mansion, it was saddening. The Brotherhood was leaving. Dixion was crushed. She tried to spend as much time with them as she could but they all avoided her as if she had the plague...well except Pietro.
By now, everyone knew about Dixion and Pietro. All had voiced their concerns, but Dixion told them she would be fine. Evan had been the worst. Dixion knew he would take it the hardest. When she had told him, his face had gone pale. He wore a look as if his whole life was crumbling. But he didn't yell or rage at her. He spent more and more time training and was little more civil with Pietro.
In a house filled with young adults, it's very hard to find solitude. Walking aimlessly around, Dixion finally dropped herself on the couch to watch some TV.
Evan strolled past on his way to the kitchen and saw her. Sadness rose in his heart, but he swallowed it. "Hey Dix."
She looked over the back of the couch. "Hi Evan. Why don't you join me for some brain rotting TV?"
Evan dragged himself over and sat down heavily. He slipped his hand into his pocket and fingered the item within.
Dixion watched him silently. "Evan, what's wrong?"
He gazed at Dixion, then back at the TV. "Nothing."
Dixion turned on the couch to face Evan. "Don't give me that. I know you too well. Something's bothering you. What is it?"
Evan's hand closed over the small box in his pocket. He sighed. "I just thought you and me had a chance, Dix. Now you're with Pietro and...well, I thought I might as well give you this anyways."
From his pocket, Evan pulled a small black box and handed it to Dixion. She felt surprised and was shock by what Evan said to her. "Evan...I..."
"It's just something to show you how much you mean to me."
Dixion opened the box to find a long silver chain, a small silver angel charm with gold wings linked on it.
"Evan this is beautiful, thank you." Dixion leaned across the couch, kissing his cheek and hugging him tightly. "And you should know I do care for you. I see you as like a close guy friend. A big brother even." Dixion caught him in a headlock.
"Yeah Dix, that makes me feel a whole lot better." Evan tried to swat her away.
Dixion let go, but hugged him again. "Fine. Look at it this way, if Pietro breaks my heart, you can break his nose."
"No kiddin'?" Evan smiled, imaging himself beating Pietro's ass.
"Sure. But only if I say it's alright." Dixion slipped on the chain, looking down at the little pendant. She looked up and smirked at Evan. "So you ready for some mind numbing, brain rotting tube?"
Evan snatched the converter out of her hands. "'Course, but I get to choose the junk we watch. Care for some Baywatch?" ***************************************************************************
Rolling her eyes, and heaving a sigh, Dixion moved away from the yelling and toward the kitchen. Pietro had joined her and Evan so the guys could watch Baywatch (Dixion totally refusing to watch "I've got my standards" she had sneered at them), and had got into a stupid argument about what Pamela Anderson's chest was mostly made of.
Upon entering, she found a figure standing outside, peering in through the window. Curious and a little edgy, Dixion moved over to the glass door and stuck her head out. "Can I help you?"
A familiar pair of red eyes turned toward her, a familiar easy-going smile. "O'course you could Petite. But I'm not one to intrude on pretty girls."
Dixion felt like throwing herself at Remy. The savior to all this fighting. "You? Intruding? Never! I need someone to straighten the guys out here anyways. But you're always welcome."
"Now don't you know how t'make a guy feel welcome Petite." Remy moved forward and draped an arm around Dixion's shoulders. "Lead da way, and Remy show diz guys how t'act."
Evan and Pietro heard Dixion returning. Dixion sighed. "I don't know. I don't think their worth time to try and help." They looked at each other. They hadn't heard Remy and believed Dixion had gone crazy.
"Hey Dix, maybe you should stay out of the sun for awhile if you're gonna keep talking to yourself like that." Pietro grinned, until he say Remy's arm around Dixion. Then he saw red.
He launched himself over the couch, pushed passed Evan, and would have his fist connected with Remy's face, if Dixion hadn't stepped up.
"Pietro back off before I really do kick your face in." Pietro glared furiously at Remy as Dixion pushed him back onto the couch. "Sit. You have nothing to be jealous about." Dixion turned back to look at Remy. "As much as I like Remy," when she saw Pietro's face darken she quickly added, "I think Rogue would like him better."
"Believe me Pietro," Remy commented, "Remy no snake. He don' steal other guys girls. While not intentionally."
Evan hadn't said anything in awhile and stood, looking more then a little confused. Dixion took this as a good opening.
"Evan. Do me a favor and go get Rogue. I would go but I don't trust you three by yourselves."
Evan looked dumbly at Dixion then walked away in the general direction of the stairs to the second floor.
"Dis might be more work den Remy thought." Remy shook his head thoughtfully.
Pietro moved to get up again, and Dixion sat in his lap to keep him there and out of trouble. "Pietro you stay here and watch the TV with me." Even thought Remy wasn't anywhere near, Pietro put his arms possessively around Dixion, glaring at the TV, muttering under his voice.
Dixion patted him affectionately on the shoulder. "Good boy."
Suddenly the air filled with loud heavy metal music, followed by an ear- piercing scream. The three could hear Rogue coming a mile away. Evan followed behind her, completely red. "Daniels you twit. Haven't yah ever heard of knockin'!" When Rogue spotted Dixion, she ranted at her. "Dis no good ass just walked straight into mah room while Iah was changin'." Evan left just as quickly as he came in.
Remy finally spoke up. "Is dis Rogue?" He looked toward Dixion for confirmation. When she nodded, he grinned slyly at Rogue. "Dis is Remy's great pleasure to meet such a ... strong-willed girl, dat very pretty too."
Rogue blushed just a slightest and replied. "And may Iah ask who yah are?"
Remy took Rogue's gloved hand in his equally covered hand and kissed it. "Remy Lebeau, Petite."
Rogue blushed even more, and for once was dead quiet. Dixion filled in for her. "Why don't you two go outside, walk around, and talk?" And before the dead silence could settle again, they two were gone out the back door.
Dixion sighed. "Are you happy now, Pietro? Remy is not trying to steal me and I don't want to go out with him, ok?" She tried to loosen his arms around her but he wouldn't give. "Fine, but you keep this up and I'll die of suffocation."
Pietro's arms loosened a fraction. "I'm not taking any chances."
"Where am I going to go? Obviously, I'm not going to just spilt on you. I can't believe what you're saying. All this from the guy who treated me like crap when he first met me." Dixion gave Pietro the cold shoulder. Literally. He yelped, pulling back his arms; Dixion jumped up immediately, moving into a chair across the room.
"Ah, come' on Dixion."
"Don't start with me. If you're so confident with your talents of getting girls, why are you freaking out if I left you? Not like you couldn't get someone else." She glared at him, ready to attack if he tried anything.
"You're right. Why I ever settled for you is beyond me." Pietro snapped back. He sat a few more moments before zipping out of the room, slowing enough to slam the front door as he went.
"Prick." Dixion choked out to the empty room, tears streaming down her face. She curled up into her chair and cried the rest of the afternoon alone, until she fell asleep miserable and empty. ***********************************************************************
Pietro didn't get very far running. He got to the end of the block, and didn't have the energy or the feeling to run all the way home. He now walked slowly, hands crammed in his jeans pockets, kicking pebbles that got in his way.
He couldn't believe what he'd said to Dixion. But he felt like she'd pushed him to it. He ran a hand through his hair angrily. Why did girls have to be so confusing?
He'd never had a problem quite like this before. But, of course, he'd never really felt like this with another girl. Dixion made him feel, well... feel. He would never had stayed in a house full of those x-freaks if someone had paid him. But there he had been, for almost three days. And just because of one girl.
He found himself in front of his house. He made his way up to the house. When he opened the door, he wasn't surprised to find the other guys already home. Ignoring the questioning looks and went to his room, locked the door and lay down on his bed.
He watched the light trail across the ceiling as the sun lowered and just thought. ***********************************************************************
The sunrise found Dixion sitting outside beside the glass door of the kitchen, her back against the house, a cigarette dangling in her fingers. Silvery smoke drifted in swirls from her lips. She raked her fingers through her hair, pushing it back from her face.
Dixion flicked the ash from her cigarette, watching it float to the ground. She was a chain-smoker, which was brought on by her parents fighting. Most would have thought that no parents would equal no smoking, but now the smoking came when life got too tough, she was ready to kill someone or she felt like crap. Right now, she felt like all three.
She crushed out the cigarette, got to her feet, and went back inside. No one had bothered to wake her up last night, so she had slept on the chair. At least someone was considerate enough to get her a blanket. She figured it was Evan.
He was always looking out for her. She couldn't help but smile remembering the way he looked when he gave her the pendant. She took it out from under her shirt, fingering the tiny angel. He was such a good friend.
"Maybe I should give him a chance, she whispered to herself.
Today was a new day, full of new promise and adventure. She hope that they would all survive it. *************************************************************************** Yah, another one done. 'Bout time too, how long has it been?
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