Baby Psycho-
I'm sorry, this chapter was supposed to go up sooner but I got caught up in my birthday celebrations. There's a cameo in this, the geek and my friend, Miggie.
Disclaimer- I know I shouldn't lie, but I will. I own it all!!!
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The early morning sun shone weakly through the window, chasing it's way over the messy bedroom floor. The only disturbance was the ocassional movement from the bed. Well that was the only disturbance until a silver haired boy snuck in through the open door.
Pietro made his way quietly into Lance's room, he snuck closer and closer until he was only a few centimetres away from the rock tumbler's ear. He looked back at the door were Todd stood, the grin on his face was almost disappearing around the sides of his head.
Todd mimed a countdown and when his last finger dropped, Pietro opened his mouth and shrieked at the top of his voice...straight into Lance's ear. Lance bolted out of bed and landed flat on the floor as he tripped in his blankets.
His sleep hazed vision cleared and he spotted the two idiots in the room. Todd and Pietro were laughing so hard they had tears dripping out of the corner of their eyes. This didn't help Lance's bad mood, so he did the best thing at the time, he charged at them.
Pietro heard the disgruntled boy coming at him and used his powers to disappear from sight. Todd on the other hand, was still looking at the floor holding his stomach in his hands. Pietro laughed happily as Lance tripped again and fell, taking the oblivious Todd down with him.
Lance was furious and the fact that he was laying on the floor like an idiot just added fuel to the flame. He lashed out with his foot, trying to kick the annoying brat hovering above him.
Pietro made the most of it, taunting Lance before speeding out of the way. All the games stopped as the house started to shake violently, Todd hopped away and Pietro backed off. Even though they had given up Lance kept the house kept shaking, he was too angry to keep control his powers.
Todd tried to calm him down, the violent shaking making him nervous. "Hey man, we were only joking yo, it was speedy's fault!"
Pietro chipped in, glaring at Todd for blaming it on him. "The Toad's right- wewhereonlyjoking noneedtogopsychoonus."
The rumbling slowly subsided and Lance pushed himself off the floor before stalking into the bathroom, and slamming the door after him.
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He never looked good, well he looked good but not in the way he would have liked. His brown hair was unkept and greasy, there were two dark bags under his eyes because of the nightmares he always had, and the stubble on his chin made him look like a homeless man.
Lance ran one hand through his hair and turned the cold water on with the other. He was grateful for the small stream that trickled out. Some days the pipes didn't work at all. He scooped up a handful of water and flung it on his face, grimacing when the cold water stung as it hit.
Now that he was fully awake he pulled off his plain white singlet and was reaching down for his boxers when he saw the shower. A pile of green slime had taken up residence in the bottom of the tub, evidence that Todd had showered recently.
Lance grimaced with disgust, if he looked at it carefully he could see the sections of mould as they evolved before his eyes. Needless to say, his desire for showering died rather quickly.
He left the room cursing under his breath, he hated having to share a house with other people. He had plenty of time to get used to it, having lived in an orphanage for most of his life, but at least there you had a choice of bathrooms and there were no slimy mutants to bathe.
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Lance liked driving, it didn't matter to him that he needed to stay under a speed limit or that he was driving the original pile of shit, he liked driving.
Driving gave him a feeling of power and control that he never got to experience anywhere else, also, the feeling of the world travelling past you was amazing.
He looked back in the rear view mirror as they drove around the corner. Todd had his headphones on, and as usual, was unaware of surroundings. Fred was sitting next to him, totally engrossed in a bag of greasy potato chips. Pietro was off running school, as he did most mornings. It was one of the only ways for him to work of the extra energy.
Lance watched the passing scenery, the warmth of the sun and the feel of the wind blowing through his hair making him peaceful, almost drowsy. He imagined what it would be like to own a decent car, one that he could drive on the weekends or one that could be relied on not to break down.
By the time he pulled into the Bayville High parking lot it was almost time for first period. That automatically meant that all types of jocks and losers were driving their flashy cars through the lot, really slowly.
Lance would have normally taken the opportunity to ram the back of at least on of their cars, but Principal Kelly had wised up and sent a teacher to guard the lot, so he had to make do with swearing and flipping his finger at the jerks.
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Class was boring as usual, for some reason whenever he bothered to attend the teacher went ahead and paired him with one of the X-geeks. He thought it might be because they acted so perfect, maybe the teacher thought it would rub off on him.
Lance was shuffling down the corridor, staring intensely at his worn boots. The sound of a familiar voice made him raise his head. Kitty was walking down the corridor towards him, she was looking back over her shoulder waving to one of her little friends.
He started to head over to her but he changed his direction mid-stride. Summers and his telepathic girlfriend were walking towards Kitty. Lance thought he could avoid them if he didn't meet their eyes, he wasn't in the mood to bother with them at the moment
Of course Summer's had to go and start something. Lance went through his automatic responses, vaguely relieved when he was joined by the rest of the brotherhood.
A warning from Shades, "Stay away from Alvers, Kitty. He's no good for you."
Glower and sneer at the jerk, flirt with girl, make pun, "hey, pretty Kitty don't listen to shades over there, I can rock your world"
Look bad, smirk, watch as she blushes, notices friend then says, "Like, what-ever Lance"
Get angry when Jerk smiles, growl, insult. "What are ya looking at, or can't you see anything through your glasses, geek?"
Smile, listen to insult, *shove*, "What you gonna do report me?"
Trip over, get furious as x-geeks laugh, get up, fight.
Land punches, swear at redhead, stagger back, jump into fray- after Fred, swing, punch teacher in face, sneer angrily at detention.
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Detentions were something that were given out quite frequently in Bayville High. Most kids accepted theirs with an angry glare but they attended anyway. Principal Kelly had found out the hard way that not one member of the brotherhood would comply that easily.
Maybe it was that time when Lance had ripped the detention letter up and threw it in his face, maybe it was the computer record that showed that Maximoff, Tolensky and Alvers had been given over 20 detentions and had not attended a single one.
The only thing to do was to have a three-strike system, if they missed more than three detentions their parents would be visited, at home, by members of the bayville police. For some reason, that threat had worked.
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Lance groaned and slumped down further in his seat, he couldn't skip detention again or the police would visit the boarding house. That was definitely not a good thing, what would they say, 'we understand your leader ran off and you have no money and you live in a dump with no food, so we won't tell social services on you.'
Principal Kelly had also introduced his school system, they had a volunteer student looking after the detentions, apparently they would respond better to someone their age. Lance bet it was because the teachers hated dealing with them.
The door creaked open and a short and timid girl walked in. She had long brown hair that was half lose and half up, her skin bordered between olive and white, her eyes, whatever colour they might be were obscured by a thick pair of glasses.
If that wasn't enough evidence then her clothes definitely marked her as a geek, three quarter cargo shorts, long socks and sandals and a white t- shirt with mickey-mouse on it.
She looked around the room, "Umm...hi I'm Mig. I'm, like, the teacher sorta thingie."
Pietro had stopped halfway through his story about the explosion in chemistry when she walked in but he quickly resumed it. Todd and Feed were engrossed in his descriptions and Lance was still thinking about life in social services.
The girl placed her bookbag down on the front table and looked at her instruction sheets, rule number one was no talking. She cleared her throat and spoke, "You aren't allowed to talk ...Be quiet please."
She wasn't sure if the boys were ignoring her or if they just hadn't heard her. She was about to clear her voice again when the boy with white hair turned to her and said, "You have a really squeaky voice, is there something wrong with you?"
Mig blinked her eyes, the boy was looking at her curiously, maybe he was slow or something. "No, my voice is fine"
He laughed at her answer and imitated it in a high pitch, nasal voice, "No, my voice is fine, you're in denial but don't worry, it's all your parents fault."
Todd was laughing and even Lance felt a smile playing on his lips. The girl bit down on her lip before replying to Petey's taunt, "It's not my parents fault!"
Todd joined in, looking gravely at Pietro and saying, "You're right man, that chick has problems. Yo, a loser tryin ta be a geek, shameful really."
The girl inhaled sharply and it looked like she had risen to the bait but instead of replying she pulled out a book and started reading.
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Lance was too busy engraving his name onto the corner of the desk with a pen to notice the geek girl walking over to him. He had almost finished engraving the 'E' when a metal ruler came down on the table, right next to his hand.
She was standing over him, glaring at him in an unsuccessful attempt for authority. The only thing that gave her away was the violent trembling of her hand. She was scared, scared of Lance, or at least of his reputation.
Pietro always seemed to sense when someone was uncomfortable or scared, and, being the jerk he was he exploited it. One moment the girl was standing normally, the next thing she knew her loose pants had fallen down and her purple and red underwear was exposed.
Not that she could blame it on Pietro. He had left his seat, pulled down her pants and returned before she had enough time to even blink. Making the most of the situation Pietro pointed and laughed in a loud and mocking tone.
Todd was hunched over with tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes. Since the joke didn't involve to much thinking Fred understood it, his beefy face turned red with laughter and he was slapping the table, cracks were already appearing in it's frame.
It wasn't the joke that made Lance laugh, it was the look on the girls face. Mortification and anger were fighting for the main place on her face, but embarrassment looked like it could overtake them both.
With one hand yanking her pants up and one trying to wipe away her tears she turned and fled from the room. Lance joined in on the fun and called out after her, "Hey Migi, you forgot your books."
She returned almost immediately, hiding behind the figure of Principal Kelly. She slipped past him and gathered her book bag before turning and quickly walking from the room.
Principal Kelly yelled at them and strode around the room before settling behind the desk. He glared at them one last time before he put his feet up and tilted the chair back, waiting for them to get back in order. They did so rather quickly, Pietro pulled out a book and Fred and Todd looked through some nameless magazine.
Lance went back to carving his name into the desk and continued to etch for the rest of the period. By the period of detention was over there was a deep engraving on the corner of the desk that read 'Lance 4 kitty', and, of course, a dreamy look on Lance's face.
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MY LONGEST CHAPTER EVER!! Please review, it's my birthday wish.
This isn't going to be a Lance/Kitty thing, I firmly disprove in romance, I don't like it. But what can I do, it's in the script so I'll just twist it till it fits in to my story.
I'm sorry, this chapter was supposed to go up sooner but I got caught up in my birthday celebrations. There's a cameo in this, the geek and my friend, Miggie.
Disclaimer- I know I shouldn't lie, but I will. I own it all!!!
^ ^ ^ ^
The early morning sun shone weakly through the window, chasing it's way over the messy bedroom floor. The only disturbance was the ocassional movement from the bed. Well that was the only disturbance until a silver haired boy snuck in through the open door.
Pietro made his way quietly into Lance's room, he snuck closer and closer until he was only a few centimetres away from the rock tumbler's ear. He looked back at the door were Todd stood, the grin on his face was almost disappearing around the sides of his head.
Todd mimed a countdown and when his last finger dropped, Pietro opened his mouth and shrieked at the top of his voice...straight into Lance's ear. Lance bolted out of bed and landed flat on the floor as he tripped in his blankets.
His sleep hazed vision cleared and he spotted the two idiots in the room. Todd and Pietro were laughing so hard they had tears dripping out of the corner of their eyes. This didn't help Lance's bad mood, so he did the best thing at the time, he charged at them.
Pietro heard the disgruntled boy coming at him and used his powers to disappear from sight. Todd on the other hand, was still looking at the floor holding his stomach in his hands. Pietro laughed happily as Lance tripped again and fell, taking the oblivious Todd down with him.
Lance was furious and the fact that he was laying on the floor like an idiot just added fuel to the flame. He lashed out with his foot, trying to kick the annoying brat hovering above him.
Pietro made the most of it, taunting Lance before speeding out of the way. All the games stopped as the house started to shake violently, Todd hopped away and Pietro backed off. Even though they had given up Lance kept the house kept shaking, he was too angry to keep control his powers.
Todd tried to calm him down, the violent shaking making him nervous. "Hey man, we were only joking yo, it was speedy's fault!"
Pietro chipped in, glaring at Todd for blaming it on him. "The Toad's right- wewhereonlyjoking noneedtogopsychoonus."
The rumbling slowly subsided and Lance pushed himself off the floor before stalking into the bathroom, and slamming the door after him.
^ ^ ^ ^
He never looked good, well he looked good but not in the way he would have liked. His brown hair was unkept and greasy, there were two dark bags under his eyes because of the nightmares he always had, and the stubble on his chin made him look like a homeless man.
Lance ran one hand through his hair and turned the cold water on with the other. He was grateful for the small stream that trickled out. Some days the pipes didn't work at all. He scooped up a handful of water and flung it on his face, grimacing when the cold water stung as it hit.
Now that he was fully awake he pulled off his plain white singlet and was reaching down for his boxers when he saw the shower. A pile of green slime had taken up residence in the bottom of the tub, evidence that Todd had showered recently.
Lance grimaced with disgust, if he looked at it carefully he could see the sections of mould as they evolved before his eyes. Needless to say, his desire for showering died rather quickly.
He left the room cursing under his breath, he hated having to share a house with other people. He had plenty of time to get used to it, having lived in an orphanage for most of his life, but at least there you had a choice of bathrooms and there were no slimy mutants to bathe.
^ ^ ^ ^
Lance liked driving, it didn't matter to him that he needed to stay under a speed limit or that he was driving the original pile of shit, he liked driving.
Driving gave him a feeling of power and control that he never got to experience anywhere else, also, the feeling of the world travelling past you was amazing.
He looked back in the rear view mirror as they drove around the corner. Todd had his headphones on, and as usual, was unaware of surroundings. Fred was sitting next to him, totally engrossed in a bag of greasy potato chips. Pietro was off running school, as he did most mornings. It was one of the only ways for him to work of the extra energy.
Lance watched the passing scenery, the warmth of the sun and the feel of the wind blowing through his hair making him peaceful, almost drowsy. He imagined what it would be like to own a decent car, one that he could drive on the weekends or one that could be relied on not to break down.
By the time he pulled into the Bayville High parking lot it was almost time for first period. That automatically meant that all types of jocks and losers were driving their flashy cars through the lot, really slowly.
Lance would have normally taken the opportunity to ram the back of at least on of their cars, but Principal Kelly had wised up and sent a teacher to guard the lot, so he had to make do with swearing and flipping his finger at the jerks.
^ ^ ^ ^
Class was boring as usual, for some reason whenever he bothered to attend the teacher went ahead and paired him with one of the X-geeks. He thought it might be because they acted so perfect, maybe the teacher thought it would rub off on him.
Lance was shuffling down the corridor, staring intensely at his worn boots. The sound of a familiar voice made him raise his head. Kitty was walking down the corridor towards him, she was looking back over her shoulder waving to one of her little friends.
He started to head over to her but he changed his direction mid-stride. Summers and his telepathic girlfriend were walking towards Kitty. Lance thought he could avoid them if he didn't meet their eyes, he wasn't in the mood to bother with them at the moment
Of course Summer's had to go and start something. Lance went through his automatic responses, vaguely relieved when he was joined by the rest of the brotherhood.
A warning from Shades, "Stay away from Alvers, Kitty. He's no good for you."
Glower and sneer at the jerk, flirt with girl, make pun, "hey, pretty Kitty don't listen to shades over there, I can rock your world"
Look bad, smirk, watch as she blushes, notices friend then says, "Like, what-ever Lance"
Get angry when Jerk smiles, growl, insult. "What are ya looking at, or can't you see anything through your glasses, geek?"
Smile, listen to insult, *shove*, "What you gonna do report me?"
Trip over, get furious as x-geeks laugh, get up, fight.
Land punches, swear at redhead, stagger back, jump into fray- after Fred, swing, punch teacher in face, sneer angrily at detention.
^ ^ ^ ^
Detentions were something that were given out quite frequently in Bayville High. Most kids accepted theirs with an angry glare but they attended anyway. Principal Kelly had found out the hard way that not one member of the brotherhood would comply that easily.
Maybe it was that time when Lance had ripped the detention letter up and threw it in his face, maybe it was the computer record that showed that Maximoff, Tolensky and Alvers had been given over 20 detentions and had not attended a single one.
The only thing to do was to have a three-strike system, if they missed more than three detentions their parents would be visited, at home, by members of the bayville police. For some reason, that threat had worked.
^ ^ ^ ^
Lance groaned and slumped down further in his seat, he couldn't skip detention again or the police would visit the boarding house. That was definitely not a good thing, what would they say, 'we understand your leader ran off and you have no money and you live in a dump with no food, so we won't tell social services on you.'
Principal Kelly had also introduced his school system, they had a volunteer student looking after the detentions, apparently they would respond better to someone their age. Lance bet it was because the teachers hated dealing with them.
The door creaked open and a short and timid girl walked in. She had long brown hair that was half lose and half up, her skin bordered between olive and white, her eyes, whatever colour they might be were obscured by a thick pair of glasses.
If that wasn't enough evidence then her clothes definitely marked her as a geek, three quarter cargo shorts, long socks and sandals and a white t- shirt with mickey-mouse on it.
She looked around the room, "Umm...hi I'm Mig. I'm, like, the teacher sorta thingie."
Pietro had stopped halfway through his story about the explosion in chemistry when she walked in but he quickly resumed it. Todd and Feed were engrossed in his descriptions and Lance was still thinking about life in social services.
The girl placed her bookbag down on the front table and looked at her instruction sheets, rule number one was no talking. She cleared her throat and spoke, "You aren't allowed to talk ...Be quiet please."
She wasn't sure if the boys were ignoring her or if they just hadn't heard her. She was about to clear her voice again when the boy with white hair turned to her and said, "You have a really squeaky voice, is there something wrong with you?"
Mig blinked her eyes, the boy was looking at her curiously, maybe he was slow or something. "No, my voice is fine"
He laughed at her answer and imitated it in a high pitch, nasal voice, "No, my voice is fine, you're in denial but don't worry, it's all your parents fault."
Todd was laughing and even Lance felt a smile playing on his lips. The girl bit down on her lip before replying to Petey's taunt, "It's not my parents fault!"
Todd joined in, looking gravely at Pietro and saying, "You're right man, that chick has problems. Yo, a loser tryin ta be a geek, shameful really."
The girl inhaled sharply and it looked like she had risen to the bait but instead of replying she pulled out a book and started reading.
^ ^ ^ ^
Lance was too busy engraving his name onto the corner of the desk with a pen to notice the geek girl walking over to him. He had almost finished engraving the 'E' when a metal ruler came down on the table, right next to his hand.
She was standing over him, glaring at him in an unsuccessful attempt for authority. The only thing that gave her away was the violent trembling of her hand. She was scared, scared of Lance, or at least of his reputation.
Pietro always seemed to sense when someone was uncomfortable or scared, and, being the jerk he was he exploited it. One moment the girl was standing normally, the next thing she knew her loose pants had fallen down and her purple and red underwear was exposed.
Not that she could blame it on Pietro. He had left his seat, pulled down her pants and returned before she had enough time to even blink. Making the most of the situation Pietro pointed and laughed in a loud and mocking tone.
Todd was hunched over with tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes. Since the joke didn't involve to much thinking Fred understood it, his beefy face turned red with laughter and he was slapping the table, cracks were already appearing in it's frame.
It wasn't the joke that made Lance laugh, it was the look on the girls face. Mortification and anger were fighting for the main place on her face, but embarrassment looked like it could overtake them both.
With one hand yanking her pants up and one trying to wipe away her tears she turned and fled from the room. Lance joined in on the fun and called out after her, "Hey Migi, you forgot your books."
She returned almost immediately, hiding behind the figure of Principal Kelly. She slipped past him and gathered her book bag before turning and quickly walking from the room.
Principal Kelly yelled at them and strode around the room before settling behind the desk. He glared at them one last time before he put his feet up and tilted the chair back, waiting for them to get back in order. They did so rather quickly, Pietro pulled out a book and Fred and Todd looked through some nameless magazine.
Lance went back to carving his name into the desk and continued to etch for the rest of the period. By the period of detention was over there was a deep engraving on the corner of the desk that read 'Lance 4 kitty', and, of course, a dreamy look on Lance's face.
^ ^ ^ ^
MY LONGEST CHAPTER EVER!! Please review, it's my birthday wish.
This isn't going to be a Lance/Kitty thing, I firmly disprove in romance, I don't like it. But what can I do, it's in the script so I'll just twist it till it fits in to my story.