Disclaimer: Chapter 1 holds the secret. (I no, I'm lazy and don't change
this part). I also don't own Hot Topic or the I Rock shirt. (yes, both
exist). I still don't own Labyrinth or Nightmare Before Christmas. I'm
workin' on it though. I don't own Vamp either, but it's yummy! I did own a
can of it once, but I drank it. T-T
A/N: Okay kiddies, in case you haven't figured it out, what I do when starting to type a new chapter is take the previous one, change the chapter number and name, and delete everything but the author's notes and disclaimer. Just telling you so you don't think I'm a complete idiot when you see how much I repeat myself in these two sections. Thank you all again for your replies!! E-mail with ideas and any other comments at jupitergurl02@hotmail.com are STILL appreciated! (I haven't had anyone respond to this yet. sobs)
Sorry sorry sorry! I'm being really selfish and putting Pietro and I in a lot of scenes. I am just worried about screwing everyone else up. Lisa tells me when I do bad, though. So, this chapter will be about the first 'date' between Pietro and I. It happened at like the same time as Lisa and Kurt's so that's why it's too separate chapters. In the next one I promise you will get to see what happens to Kurt, Lisa, and Evan. Does anyone know the name of a good mortician around the Bayville area? Who knows, maybe I'll give some of the other characters some time, too. I would if people could give me ideas!!! *points a gun at her muse*
Chapter 18, Date?
"I can't believe you talked me into coming here," said Pietro, crossing his arms. They were standing outside the entrance to Hot Topic, the hippest new Goth store. Angela looked excited, but Pietro looked scared and annoyed. "It reminds me of when Rogue lived with us, not fun!"
"Oh, don't be such a baby!" said Angela, dragging him in after her. The 'date' was to help drag Angela out of her slump. The only rule was no bookstores. She didn't need a relapse. She drug him over to the counter and everyone stared. He immediately felt vulnerable, looking very much like a prep.
"Come on, hun? Can't I just wait outside?" Pietro whined, stepping behind Angela a little. Angela was wearing a pair of black pants with pink and white swirls that belled out about 5 times as big as her legs. She had gotten them at the store.
"Don't be silly, you have to try on some stuff," said Angela plainly. The people shrugged and turned away, back to what they were doing. Angela squealed "You have to try this on for me! I'm getting it for Lance!" she said. She was holding a gray shirt with white writing on it. It said across the chest in big white letters 'I Rock'. [1] Pietro groaned.
"Do you really need to stir his ego?" he whined. Angela glared. She pointed to the back of the long store.
"Dressing room. Now." He looked to where she pointed. There were racks containing finger armor and piercing and then some more with large clothes, mostly in black. One wall was full of shirts behind clear plastic, all advertising bands. The opposite was all shirts on hangers, having characters and symbols on them. There were many racks set up with other things as well. Pietro sighed, walking the gauntlet of stares to the back of the store.
Angela skipped happily up to one of the girls that worked there. She wore all black with long baggy pants with chains on them. Her necklace was a choker with metal rings on it. She wore many rubber bracelets around about three inches of each hand. Mixed in with these were spiked bracelets as well. There were also rings in her nose, lip, tongue, and about five in each ear. She smiled. "How may I help you?"
"Heya! My boyfriend needs to try on something, can you unlock the dressing room please?" Angela asked. The other girl nodded and unlocked it, her bracelets and rings clinking on the keys. Pietro walked into the small room and sighed. He speedily tried on the shirt and stepped out, looking down at the floor. Angela tackled him.
"Oh, you look so kawaii!" she exclaimed excitedly. Okay, so if this is an extra small and it fits you right, then Lance..." she counted on her fingers. "Probably about a large, ne?" Pietro nodded, mortified.
"Uh, y'know, I think this is a girls shirt," he whispered to her. She pushed him back into the dressing room.
"Glad you like it, but it's for Lance. We'll get you something else. Oh my gosh, how kawaii!" She leapt over to the far wall which contained all sorts of things. There were journals, energy drinks, necklaces (most with spikes), bracelets, hair clips, and anything else you could think of from movies such as Labyrinth and Nightmare Before Christmas. Angela was by the hair clips. "Aren't they kawaii?" she asked a disturbed-looking Pietro who was standing behind her, still holding the shirt. He was safely back in his normal shirt though.
He sighed softly, looking at what she held in her hand. They were hair clips, but none like he'd ever seen before. They were made to stand up on your head. The outsides were black and the insides red. They were folded over and made to look like kitty ears. Pietro sweatdropped. "Uh, sure, why not?" he said, trying to make her happy.
"I know! They're so great! Here! you can get the other ones!" Before he could protest, she had the same clips with inverse colors off the packages and into his hair, clipping back the bangs which he had gelled to perfection that morning. He moaned as she pushed him in front of the mirror. "Ta da!" she said happily, taking hers off the package and putting them on. The girl form before came up behind them.
"Finding everything okay?" she asked.
"Back, zombie!" shouted Pietro. The girl blinked, flashing a smile at him. She had two fangs attached to the third tooth on each side on the top.
"I prefer vampire," she said, winking. Pietro hid behind Angela who hugged him, putting him back in front of her.
"Actually, we need help! My boyfriend here needs a makeover!" she exclaimed happily. Pietro whimpered. "You see, he doesn't have anything that's not preppy, so we need to fix that. Care to help us?"
"Well, it will be a... challenge," said the girl, "but I'll see what I can do." She disappeared into the back room for a while and then came back with a black, long sleeved shirt. It had straps on the arms and the same metal circles around the neck and at the wrists. Angela giggled happily, pushing Pietro toward the back room again.
"Go on! Go try it on!" she urged. He did so, without having much choice. "Are you done?" Angela asked after a while.
"I'm not coming out," he pouted. Angela glared.
"Oh really?" she asked. She looked at the nearest shelf, picked up a black leather leash, and stepped into the dressing room. There was some scuffling and yelling and a few squeals of pain, but eventually, the war was won. Angela stepped out first, holding the end of the leash in one hand. She waited patiently for about five seconds, then yanked Pietro out from behind the curtain. He was wearing the shirt and the leash was clipped to one of the metal rings by his neck. He looked down.
"I like it," said the girl, stepping toward him and smiling, her 'fangs' glinting.
"Back off, sister, he's mine," said Angela, pulling him into a protective hug by the leash. "Now we need pants," she said. The girl got some similar to the ones she herself was wearing. Angela looked at the size and nodded. "Good, we'll take the lot, leash and hair clips, too." she said. Pietro had forgotten and went to reach of the hair clips, but Angela slapped his hands. "Oh, stop it! If you're really good, I'll get us both a banana split!" she said happily.
"Really? You'd do that? Give me sugar? For me? I love you, I love you, Iloveyou!" he yelled, hugging her. She giggled, giving them her card to stamp. The girl rang up all their purchases, then Angela pulled Pietro out of the store by the leash. "Sugar ho!" he yelled, pulling toward the ice-cream stop. Angela giggled happily and followed at a run, but he still managed to keep tension on the leash. They sat down together, gaining many odd stares from preps and their girlfriends, and ordered the food.
They ate together, giggling all the while, then jumped up together. "Okay!" shouted Angela.
"Right!" agree Pietro. They both ran home together. Angela leapt onto Lance's back. He had just walked in the door from being on his date with Kitty and fell down, crying out in pain.
"Hey! Watch it! What's going on?" he demanded. Angela giggled.
"I got you a present!!" she sang happily. "Pietro! Bag! Good boy!" Fay walked into the room, glanced at Pietro, and burst out laughing. Indeed, it was a comical sight. He still had on the bondage shirt with the kitty ears and the leash, but he was wearing tight jeans.
"Oh my gosh, Angela, what did you bribe him with and where can I get some!?" said Fay still laughing.
"Sugar, and it's in the cabinet," said Angela absently. She reached into the bag, still sitting on Lance's back, and pulled out the shirt. "Ta da!" she said, holding it in front of Lance. Lance saw it, read it, processed, and smiled. He leapt up, throwing Angela off his back.
"This is great!" he said. "I sure am glad that you brought her here, Speedy!" said Lance happily.
"That's not what you said before," muttered Toad. Lance glared.
"Oh, I got you something, too, Todd!" said Angela happily. She held out a small box and Todd blinked.
"What is it?" he asked warily.
"It's a do-it-yourself tongue piercing kit!" said Pietro, smiling proudly, which looked odd when he was being pulled around with a leash by his insane girlfriend.
"Uh, thanks yo..." said Todd, a bit uneasily. "I'll try it later," he said, blinking down at the small box reading 'warning, infections possible. See full instructions for details.'
"What did you get me?" asked Fay. Angela giggled, holding out a shirt. It read, 'I Talk to Chipmunks. Chikoo! Chikoo! Chikoo!' Fay smiled, hugging Angela who finally let go of her death grip on the leash. Pietro stumbled back and quickly unclasped it, putting it in his pocket. Angela hugged back happily.
"Yay!" she sang. Fay finally let go and she reached into the bag, holding something behind her back." Oh Pietro?" she said. He blinked, looking down at her.
"What?"
"I got you something." She giggled happily. Everyone else was scared.
"Ohmigosh! Isitmoresugar? It'smoresugar,isn'tit? Iloveyou!" he sang, hugging her. She acked, hugging back, but still keeping a tight grip on the long slender can in her hand.
"Ack! Not really, but kind of!" she said, once she had disentangled herself from her manic boyfriend. "Here!" she said, holding out the black can with red lettering. He took it and read it aloud.
"Vamp? What's Vamp?" he asked. Fay's eyes widened.
"You got him an energy drink!?" she demanded, glaring at Angela. Angela eeped.
"What!?" exclaimed Lance. "Pietro? Boy-who-gets-hyper-thinking-about- caffeine Pietro? LIVES WITH US AND DRIVES US NUTS PIETRO!? What were you thinking!?"
"Sick 'em boy!" Angela shouted. Pietro blinked. He looked at Lance, then grinned. Lance blinked, then ran... but not fast enough.
[1] Hehehe, I saw this shirt at Hot Topic and the first thing I thought was "Lance!"
A/N: For some reason, Pietro's personality is turning out like that of Largo-kun from Megatokyo (www.megatokyo.com). I don't know why. Probably because I'm obsessed. I noticed I've done more descriptions this chapter. What does everyone think? Where have all my reviewers gone? *sob*
A/N: Okay kiddies, in case you haven't figured it out, what I do when starting to type a new chapter is take the previous one, change the chapter number and name, and delete everything but the author's notes and disclaimer. Just telling you so you don't think I'm a complete idiot when you see how much I repeat myself in these two sections. Thank you all again for your replies!! E-mail with ideas and any other comments at jupitergurl02@hotmail.com are STILL appreciated! (I haven't had anyone respond to this yet. sobs)
Sorry sorry sorry! I'm being really selfish and putting Pietro and I in a lot of scenes. I am just worried about screwing everyone else up. Lisa tells me when I do bad, though. So, this chapter will be about the first 'date' between Pietro and I. It happened at like the same time as Lisa and Kurt's so that's why it's too separate chapters. In the next one I promise you will get to see what happens to Kurt, Lisa, and Evan. Does anyone know the name of a good mortician around the Bayville area? Who knows, maybe I'll give some of the other characters some time, too. I would if people could give me ideas!!! *points a gun at her muse*
Chapter 18, Date?
"I can't believe you talked me into coming here," said Pietro, crossing his arms. They were standing outside the entrance to Hot Topic, the hippest new Goth store. Angela looked excited, but Pietro looked scared and annoyed. "It reminds me of when Rogue lived with us, not fun!"
"Oh, don't be such a baby!" said Angela, dragging him in after her. The 'date' was to help drag Angela out of her slump. The only rule was no bookstores. She didn't need a relapse. She drug him over to the counter and everyone stared. He immediately felt vulnerable, looking very much like a prep.
"Come on, hun? Can't I just wait outside?" Pietro whined, stepping behind Angela a little. Angela was wearing a pair of black pants with pink and white swirls that belled out about 5 times as big as her legs. She had gotten them at the store.
"Don't be silly, you have to try on some stuff," said Angela plainly. The people shrugged and turned away, back to what they were doing. Angela squealed "You have to try this on for me! I'm getting it for Lance!" she said. She was holding a gray shirt with white writing on it. It said across the chest in big white letters 'I Rock'. [1] Pietro groaned.
"Do you really need to stir his ego?" he whined. Angela glared. She pointed to the back of the long store.
"Dressing room. Now." He looked to where she pointed. There were racks containing finger armor and piercing and then some more with large clothes, mostly in black. One wall was full of shirts behind clear plastic, all advertising bands. The opposite was all shirts on hangers, having characters and symbols on them. There were many racks set up with other things as well. Pietro sighed, walking the gauntlet of stares to the back of the store.
Angela skipped happily up to one of the girls that worked there. She wore all black with long baggy pants with chains on them. Her necklace was a choker with metal rings on it. She wore many rubber bracelets around about three inches of each hand. Mixed in with these were spiked bracelets as well. There were also rings in her nose, lip, tongue, and about five in each ear. She smiled. "How may I help you?"
"Heya! My boyfriend needs to try on something, can you unlock the dressing room please?" Angela asked. The other girl nodded and unlocked it, her bracelets and rings clinking on the keys. Pietro walked into the small room and sighed. He speedily tried on the shirt and stepped out, looking down at the floor. Angela tackled him.
"Oh, you look so kawaii!" she exclaimed excitedly. Okay, so if this is an extra small and it fits you right, then Lance..." she counted on her fingers. "Probably about a large, ne?" Pietro nodded, mortified.
"Uh, y'know, I think this is a girls shirt," he whispered to her. She pushed him back into the dressing room.
"Glad you like it, but it's for Lance. We'll get you something else. Oh my gosh, how kawaii!" She leapt over to the far wall which contained all sorts of things. There were journals, energy drinks, necklaces (most with spikes), bracelets, hair clips, and anything else you could think of from movies such as Labyrinth and Nightmare Before Christmas. Angela was by the hair clips. "Aren't they kawaii?" she asked a disturbed-looking Pietro who was standing behind her, still holding the shirt. He was safely back in his normal shirt though.
He sighed softly, looking at what she held in her hand. They were hair clips, but none like he'd ever seen before. They were made to stand up on your head. The outsides were black and the insides red. They were folded over and made to look like kitty ears. Pietro sweatdropped. "Uh, sure, why not?" he said, trying to make her happy.
"I know! They're so great! Here! you can get the other ones!" Before he could protest, she had the same clips with inverse colors off the packages and into his hair, clipping back the bangs which he had gelled to perfection that morning. He moaned as she pushed him in front of the mirror. "Ta da!" she said happily, taking hers off the package and putting them on. The girl form before came up behind them.
"Finding everything okay?" she asked.
"Back, zombie!" shouted Pietro. The girl blinked, flashing a smile at him. She had two fangs attached to the third tooth on each side on the top.
"I prefer vampire," she said, winking. Pietro hid behind Angela who hugged him, putting him back in front of her.
"Actually, we need help! My boyfriend here needs a makeover!" she exclaimed happily. Pietro whimpered. "You see, he doesn't have anything that's not preppy, so we need to fix that. Care to help us?"
"Well, it will be a... challenge," said the girl, "but I'll see what I can do." She disappeared into the back room for a while and then came back with a black, long sleeved shirt. It had straps on the arms and the same metal circles around the neck and at the wrists. Angela giggled happily, pushing Pietro toward the back room again.
"Go on! Go try it on!" she urged. He did so, without having much choice. "Are you done?" Angela asked after a while.
"I'm not coming out," he pouted. Angela glared.
"Oh really?" she asked. She looked at the nearest shelf, picked up a black leather leash, and stepped into the dressing room. There was some scuffling and yelling and a few squeals of pain, but eventually, the war was won. Angela stepped out first, holding the end of the leash in one hand. She waited patiently for about five seconds, then yanked Pietro out from behind the curtain. He was wearing the shirt and the leash was clipped to one of the metal rings by his neck. He looked down.
"I like it," said the girl, stepping toward him and smiling, her 'fangs' glinting.
"Back off, sister, he's mine," said Angela, pulling him into a protective hug by the leash. "Now we need pants," she said. The girl got some similar to the ones she herself was wearing. Angela looked at the size and nodded. "Good, we'll take the lot, leash and hair clips, too." she said. Pietro had forgotten and went to reach of the hair clips, but Angela slapped his hands. "Oh, stop it! If you're really good, I'll get us both a banana split!" she said happily.
"Really? You'd do that? Give me sugar? For me? I love you, I love you, Iloveyou!" he yelled, hugging her. She giggled, giving them her card to stamp. The girl rang up all their purchases, then Angela pulled Pietro out of the store by the leash. "Sugar ho!" he yelled, pulling toward the ice-cream stop. Angela giggled happily and followed at a run, but he still managed to keep tension on the leash. They sat down together, gaining many odd stares from preps and their girlfriends, and ordered the food.
They ate together, giggling all the while, then jumped up together. "Okay!" shouted Angela.
"Right!" agree Pietro. They both ran home together. Angela leapt onto Lance's back. He had just walked in the door from being on his date with Kitty and fell down, crying out in pain.
"Hey! Watch it! What's going on?" he demanded. Angela giggled.
"I got you a present!!" she sang happily. "Pietro! Bag! Good boy!" Fay walked into the room, glanced at Pietro, and burst out laughing. Indeed, it was a comical sight. He still had on the bondage shirt with the kitty ears and the leash, but he was wearing tight jeans.
"Oh my gosh, Angela, what did you bribe him with and where can I get some!?" said Fay still laughing.
"Sugar, and it's in the cabinet," said Angela absently. She reached into the bag, still sitting on Lance's back, and pulled out the shirt. "Ta da!" she said, holding it in front of Lance. Lance saw it, read it, processed, and smiled. He leapt up, throwing Angela off his back.
"This is great!" he said. "I sure am glad that you brought her here, Speedy!" said Lance happily.
"That's not what you said before," muttered Toad. Lance glared.
"Oh, I got you something, too, Todd!" said Angela happily. She held out a small box and Todd blinked.
"What is it?" he asked warily.
"It's a do-it-yourself tongue piercing kit!" said Pietro, smiling proudly, which looked odd when he was being pulled around with a leash by his insane girlfriend.
"Uh, thanks yo..." said Todd, a bit uneasily. "I'll try it later," he said, blinking down at the small box reading 'warning, infections possible. See full instructions for details.'
"What did you get me?" asked Fay. Angela giggled, holding out a shirt. It read, 'I Talk to Chipmunks. Chikoo! Chikoo! Chikoo!' Fay smiled, hugging Angela who finally let go of her death grip on the leash. Pietro stumbled back and quickly unclasped it, putting it in his pocket. Angela hugged back happily.
"Yay!" she sang. Fay finally let go and she reached into the bag, holding something behind her back." Oh Pietro?" she said. He blinked, looking down at her.
"What?"
"I got you something." She giggled happily. Everyone else was scared.
"Ohmigosh! Isitmoresugar? It'smoresugar,isn'tit? Iloveyou!" he sang, hugging her. She acked, hugging back, but still keeping a tight grip on the long slender can in her hand.
"Ack! Not really, but kind of!" she said, once she had disentangled herself from her manic boyfriend. "Here!" she said, holding out the black can with red lettering. He took it and read it aloud.
"Vamp? What's Vamp?" he asked. Fay's eyes widened.
"You got him an energy drink!?" she demanded, glaring at Angela. Angela eeped.
"What!?" exclaimed Lance. "Pietro? Boy-who-gets-hyper-thinking-about- caffeine Pietro? LIVES WITH US AND DRIVES US NUTS PIETRO!? What were you thinking!?"
"Sick 'em boy!" Angela shouted. Pietro blinked. He looked at Lance, then grinned. Lance blinked, then ran... but not fast enough.
[1] Hehehe, I saw this shirt at Hot Topic and the first thing I thought was "Lance!"
A/N: For some reason, Pietro's personality is turning out like that of Largo-kun from Megatokyo (www.megatokyo.com). I don't know why. Probably because I'm obsessed. I noticed I've done more descriptions this chapter. What does everyone think? Where have all my reviewers gone? *sob*