Chapter Eleven.
Pietro lay on his bed blankly staring at the ceiling. It's been over a week now since he last saw Kitty, she hasn't even been to school. She was definitely avoiding him. He was still trying to cope with the reality of last Friday, ultimately making the weekend a total bust. He hadn't even kept the bet with Todd anymore - he just told him to forget the whole thing. Truth be told he had been a walking zombie for the past few days, doing every thing robotically, getting up, bathing, skipping breakfast, WALKING to school, skipping lunch, WALKING home and lying in his bed for the rest of the evening. Last weekend had been extra special - he counted how many holes it had in the entire Brotherhood establishment. Yup, this weekend was going to be great!
Todd knocked on Pietro's bedroom door.
"Who ever it is just get out of my face!"
* Ooh frosty! * thought Todd.
"It's me yo, I just wanna talk."
"I'm sorry Todd if you didn't get the warning on the first go, then I don't speak idiot!"
"That was harsh yo! I'm coming in anyways!" He barged through the door.
"Well I see the frog prince has decided to grace me with his slimy presence!"
"What's up with you man? First you ignore me and guys for a couple of days and then when you do finally talk to us, you spit out insults left, right and centre yo!"
"I'm sorry Todd - is spitting your forte?"
"What did I do yo? You've been on my case ever since last Friday evening. Although I am a little grateful I didn't have to go through with that stupid bet. ... Hey why didn't I?"
"Sounds like you want too! That could be arranged you know because I hear tomorrow's supposed to be below freezing!"
"I just wanna know what's the deal?"
"It's none of your business - now GET OUT!"
"If I didn't know any better I think you're hung up on the X-geek Kitty! Ha, ha, ha... you're not right?" Todd said as slowly as possible so Pietro would get the gist of what he was really saying.
He gave no reply. He just sat, looking like world just got swallowed up by a gigantic black hole.
"Pietro... you like Kitty yo?"
"Actually Todd... no. I love her. Why am I telling you this?"
"You do? How did this happen? When did it happen? This couldn't have happened!"
"It all started with that stupid bet and that stupid assignment and I stupidly got to know her and how incredible she is and it's all my stupid fault for not telling her the truth in the first place. Again, why am I telling you this?"
"I'm sorry! I didn't know you felt that way - it's all my fault isn't it! I came in and blabbed about everything!"
"Yeah it's all your fault... no - no actually Todd it's my fault for not telling her everything from the beginning. Now I've lost her, she doesn't ever want to see me again."
"I'm still sorry man - I should have known better. Are we cool?"
"Yeah we're cool, but that's not gonna bring Kitty back!"
"Why don't you write her a letter yo? Maybe that will work!"
"You think? Hey thanks Todd."
"I think I'm gonna go now yo, I feel really awkward. I don't think men are supposed to talk out their feelings and junk."
Pietro smiled. "Yeah, later."
Pietro sat there for hours, thinking about what to write. He started at least a thousand times, " Dear Kitty," "My Darling Kitty," "Kitty," "Sweetest Kitten," and the list went on and on and on. He didn't even know how many headings he actually came up with using Kitty's name.
"My Precious Kitty... noooooooooooooo!!!!!"
He wadded the paper up and threw it on the floor. He looked around his room. Deforestation was a worldwide problem and Pietro was clearly contributing to it. His entire bedroom floor was covered in balls of scrunched up paper; it even blocked the door.
"Hey Pietro, can I come in?" Lance called out to him banging on the door.
Pietro hadn't answered when he heard the scrape of his door on the floor and the ruffling of paper. *Oh no... he can't come in here! *
"Pietro, I need my Korn cd back man!" Lance pushed the door all the way in.
"What happened here? It looks like a garbage truck exploded inside your room!" He bent down and picked up a wad of paper. Slowly opening it and before he could even blink; he felt something zip by him. The entire room was clean now, all the balls of paper placed inside an old trunk at the foot of Pietro's bed.
"Wow! What was that about?"
"It's just private you know." He went over to his cd case and got the Korn disc. "Here's your cd, now GET OUT!"
"Oh Pietro! Writing love lett..." and before he could finish his sentence, Lance saw the door shut in front of him.
He yelled out,
"It may be a secret now but it always comes out in the end!"
* No one knows that better than I do; believe me! *
... ... ... ...
"Kitty,
I'm so sorry about everything that has happened but I want you to give me a chance to explain... ARGH!" He crumpled another piece of paper up.
* What's the use? This is hopeless... completely HOPELESS! *
TO BE CONTINUED.
Pietro lay on his bed blankly staring at the ceiling. It's been over a week now since he last saw Kitty, she hasn't even been to school. She was definitely avoiding him. He was still trying to cope with the reality of last Friday, ultimately making the weekend a total bust. He hadn't even kept the bet with Todd anymore - he just told him to forget the whole thing. Truth be told he had been a walking zombie for the past few days, doing every thing robotically, getting up, bathing, skipping breakfast, WALKING to school, skipping lunch, WALKING home and lying in his bed for the rest of the evening. Last weekend had been extra special - he counted how many holes it had in the entire Brotherhood establishment. Yup, this weekend was going to be great!
Todd knocked on Pietro's bedroom door.
"Who ever it is just get out of my face!"
* Ooh frosty! * thought Todd.
"It's me yo, I just wanna talk."
"I'm sorry Todd if you didn't get the warning on the first go, then I don't speak idiot!"
"That was harsh yo! I'm coming in anyways!" He barged through the door.
"Well I see the frog prince has decided to grace me with his slimy presence!"
"What's up with you man? First you ignore me and guys for a couple of days and then when you do finally talk to us, you spit out insults left, right and centre yo!"
"I'm sorry Todd - is spitting your forte?"
"What did I do yo? You've been on my case ever since last Friday evening. Although I am a little grateful I didn't have to go through with that stupid bet. ... Hey why didn't I?"
"Sounds like you want too! That could be arranged you know because I hear tomorrow's supposed to be below freezing!"
"I just wanna know what's the deal?"
"It's none of your business - now GET OUT!"
"If I didn't know any better I think you're hung up on the X-geek Kitty! Ha, ha, ha... you're not right?" Todd said as slowly as possible so Pietro would get the gist of what he was really saying.
He gave no reply. He just sat, looking like world just got swallowed up by a gigantic black hole.
"Pietro... you like Kitty yo?"
"Actually Todd... no. I love her. Why am I telling you this?"
"You do? How did this happen? When did it happen? This couldn't have happened!"
"It all started with that stupid bet and that stupid assignment and I stupidly got to know her and how incredible she is and it's all my stupid fault for not telling her the truth in the first place. Again, why am I telling you this?"
"I'm sorry! I didn't know you felt that way - it's all my fault isn't it! I came in and blabbed about everything!"
"Yeah it's all your fault... no - no actually Todd it's my fault for not telling her everything from the beginning. Now I've lost her, she doesn't ever want to see me again."
"I'm still sorry man - I should have known better. Are we cool?"
"Yeah we're cool, but that's not gonna bring Kitty back!"
"Why don't you write her a letter yo? Maybe that will work!"
"You think? Hey thanks Todd."
"I think I'm gonna go now yo, I feel really awkward. I don't think men are supposed to talk out their feelings and junk."
Pietro smiled. "Yeah, later."
Pietro sat there for hours, thinking about what to write. He started at least a thousand times, " Dear Kitty," "My Darling Kitty," "Kitty," "Sweetest Kitten," and the list went on and on and on. He didn't even know how many headings he actually came up with using Kitty's name.
"My Precious Kitty... noooooooooooooo!!!!!"
He wadded the paper up and threw it on the floor. He looked around his room. Deforestation was a worldwide problem and Pietro was clearly contributing to it. His entire bedroom floor was covered in balls of scrunched up paper; it even blocked the door.
"Hey Pietro, can I come in?" Lance called out to him banging on the door.
Pietro hadn't answered when he heard the scrape of his door on the floor and the ruffling of paper. *Oh no... he can't come in here! *
"Pietro, I need my Korn cd back man!" Lance pushed the door all the way in.
"What happened here? It looks like a garbage truck exploded inside your room!" He bent down and picked up a wad of paper. Slowly opening it and before he could even blink; he felt something zip by him. The entire room was clean now, all the balls of paper placed inside an old trunk at the foot of Pietro's bed.
"Wow! What was that about?"
"It's just private you know." He went over to his cd case and got the Korn disc. "Here's your cd, now GET OUT!"
"Oh Pietro! Writing love lett..." and before he could finish his sentence, Lance saw the door shut in front of him.
He yelled out,
"It may be a secret now but it always comes out in the end!"
* No one knows that better than I do; believe me! *
... ... ... ...
"Kitty,
I'm so sorry about everything that has happened but I want you to give me a chance to explain... ARGH!" He crumpled another piece of paper up.
* What's the use? This is hopeless... completely HOPELESS! *
TO BE CONTINUED.