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Chapter 2
Pietro walked down the dark hallway, blindly searching for some source of light. It was hopeless. The dark was so vast and never-ending. He collapsed to the floor, crying into his hands. He was gasping for air, trying to breathe. It was so hard! There was nothing. Nothing but silence, the intense cold and never ending darkness. He cried out as the walls closed in around him. It hurt so much! He couldn't take it! He had to get out. But he couldn't. Somewhere in the distance he heard someone called his name. . . .
"Pietro! PIETRO!" his eyes snapped open and he bolted upright, wrapping both arms around Lance and whimpering pitifully.
"Dark-cold-can't breath-walls-closing in!" Pietro blubbered incoherently. The words made no sense to Lance but he held the delicate boy in his arms protectively.
"Lance it was so dark!" he whimpered, "it was cold, I couldn't find you, the walls were closing in on me!" Lance kissed the top of Pietro's head and rocked him gently.
"Shh Pietro, it was just dream," Lance cooed softly, rubbing his back soothingly. Pietro's whimpering slowly began to decrease and finally it stopped and Pietro was asleep in his arms.
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The next day at school was pure torture for Pietro. He hadn't seen Lance since this morning when he dropped them off. He was fidgety in class and he couldn't stop thinking about him! --I wanna kiss him, I wanna make out with him, I wanna fu--- BBBBRRRIIINNNGGG!!!!!!! The bell snapped Pietro out of his tantalizing thoughts and he leapt out of his chair and sped out of the room eager to see Lance.
He arrived at Lance's locker and tapped his foot impatiently. WHERE WAS HE!? Pietro finally spotted Lance, making his way slowly down the crowded hallway. WHY WAS HE SO DAMN SLOW!? Finally he smiled as he saw Pietro and came up beside him.
"Hey sexy," he said so that only Pietro could hear him. A goofy grin spread across Pietro's perfect features and Lance punched his locker, thus opening it very easily. Soon everybody had cleared the hallway, eager for lunch.
"Hey Lance!" Pietro chirped suddenly. Lance shoved the last of his things in his locker and shut it with a 'bang!', then turned to Pietro.
"Yeah?" he asked shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
"Let's-Ditch-Lunch-And-Go-Make-Out-Instead!" he said happily. It took Lance a few seconds for it to sink in, but as soon as it did he smiled.
"Go make out, instead of eating lunch?" he asked, sounding intrigued. Pietro nodded vigorously.
"All right," Lance answered. Pietro squealed and grabbed Lance's arm. In a matter of seconds they were at the Boarding House. Lance found himself lying on his back a very happy Pietro straddling his stomach.
"I-Missed-You-So-Much!" Pietro said, leaning forward and kissing Lance eagerly.
"I missed you too," Lance replied after Pietro had pulled away.
"Time-To-Make-Out!" Pietro chimed happily.
"And maybe something else," he added in an undertone.
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"Yo, Freddy do you think they're. . . ." Todd left the sentence to hang. Their two friends had yet to show up. Freddy squirmed in his chair.
"I dunno maybe. Do you?" he asked uncomfortably. Todd made a disgusted face.
"Maybe."
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Pietro rolled off of Lance, breathing heavily.
"Lunch is probably over," Lance said breathlessly. Pietro turned to him and kissed him again softly.
"What do you say we skip the rest of the day," Pietro suggested off handedly. Lance grinned.
"Ok," he answered, taking Pietro into his arms.
"Class isn't over fro a couple of hours are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Pietro asked coyly. Lance nodded.
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Freddy and Toad arrived later that day and found Pietro and Lance making out on the couch in the living room.
"Aw man, yo!" Todd said holding his stomach in defense. The two lovers just ignored Todd's remark and continued to kiss. Todd hopped into the kitchen and Freddy lumbered up the stairs and into his room without a word. Todd was busy making a sandwich when a disshelved looking Lance and Pietro entered the kitchen. Lance's auburn hair was ruffled and his shirt was wrinkled, Todd noticed. --He looks really good yo. . . .AH! I did not just think that!-- Todd's cheeks were burning bright red as he tossed the butter knife into the sink and took a bite out of his sandwich.
"You feeling ok?" Lance asked slipping into a chair and taking a drink of the soda he had just retrieved from the fridge. Todd nodded and hopped away quickly up the stairs.
As soon as he reached his room he shut the door, bolting it tightly with the lock. --Am I turning . . .gay?-- Todd threw his sandwich into his trashcan and flopped down onto the bed, covering his face with his pillow. --Is gay contagious? Because if it is I obviously caught it!-- He shook his head angrily, throwing the pillow at the wall. --NO NO NO!!! I am not turning gay! It was just a little er-what was it?-- There was a soft knock and Todd sat up.
"Come in," he said quietly, more to himself than the person on the other side of the door. Lance tentatively poked his head into the room.
"You sure you're ok?" Lance asked coming in, "You left in kind of a hurry, Pietro told me to come up and check on you." --No I'm not allright, and it's all your fault--
"Fine," he muttered avoiding eye contact with Lance at all costs. Lance nodded and left the room, deciding not to pry. --What am I going to do?--
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--Avalanche Maximoff--
Storm Pietro- Thank you SO much!*HUGS* You're my one and only reviewer and I LOVE your story! Here's some more to persuade you to add me some more *HUGS AGAIN*
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Chapter 2
Pietro walked down the dark hallway, blindly searching for some source of light. It was hopeless. The dark was so vast and never-ending. He collapsed to the floor, crying into his hands. He was gasping for air, trying to breathe. It was so hard! There was nothing. Nothing but silence, the intense cold and never ending darkness. He cried out as the walls closed in around him. It hurt so much! He couldn't take it! He had to get out. But he couldn't. Somewhere in the distance he heard someone called his name. . . .
"Pietro! PIETRO!" his eyes snapped open and he bolted upright, wrapping both arms around Lance and whimpering pitifully.
"Dark-cold-can't breath-walls-closing in!" Pietro blubbered incoherently. The words made no sense to Lance but he held the delicate boy in his arms protectively.
"Lance it was so dark!" he whimpered, "it was cold, I couldn't find you, the walls were closing in on me!" Lance kissed the top of Pietro's head and rocked him gently.
"Shh Pietro, it was just dream," Lance cooed softly, rubbing his back soothingly. Pietro's whimpering slowly began to decrease and finally it stopped and Pietro was asleep in his arms.
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The next day at school was pure torture for Pietro. He hadn't seen Lance since this morning when he dropped them off. He was fidgety in class and he couldn't stop thinking about him! --I wanna kiss him, I wanna make out with him, I wanna fu--- BBBBRRRIIINNNGGG!!!!!!! The bell snapped Pietro out of his tantalizing thoughts and he leapt out of his chair and sped out of the room eager to see Lance.
He arrived at Lance's locker and tapped his foot impatiently. WHERE WAS HE!? Pietro finally spotted Lance, making his way slowly down the crowded hallway. WHY WAS HE SO DAMN SLOW!? Finally he smiled as he saw Pietro and came up beside him.
"Hey sexy," he said so that only Pietro could hear him. A goofy grin spread across Pietro's perfect features and Lance punched his locker, thus opening it very easily. Soon everybody had cleared the hallway, eager for lunch.
"Hey Lance!" Pietro chirped suddenly. Lance shoved the last of his things in his locker and shut it with a 'bang!', then turned to Pietro.
"Yeah?" he asked shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
"Let's-Ditch-Lunch-And-Go-Make-Out-Instead!" he said happily. It took Lance a few seconds for it to sink in, but as soon as it did he smiled.
"Go make out, instead of eating lunch?" he asked, sounding intrigued. Pietro nodded vigorously.
"All right," Lance answered. Pietro squealed and grabbed Lance's arm. In a matter of seconds they were at the Boarding House. Lance found himself lying on his back a very happy Pietro straddling his stomach.
"I-Missed-You-So-Much!" Pietro said, leaning forward and kissing Lance eagerly.
"I missed you too," Lance replied after Pietro had pulled away.
"Time-To-Make-Out!" Pietro chimed happily.
"And maybe something else," he added in an undertone.
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"Yo, Freddy do you think they're. . . ." Todd left the sentence to hang. Their two friends had yet to show up. Freddy squirmed in his chair.
"I dunno maybe. Do you?" he asked uncomfortably. Todd made a disgusted face.
"Maybe."
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Pietro rolled off of Lance, breathing heavily.
"Lunch is probably over," Lance said breathlessly. Pietro turned to him and kissed him again softly.
"What do you say we skip the rest of the day," Pietro suggested off handedly. Lance grinned.
"Ok," he answered, taking Pietro into his arms.
"Class isn't over fro a couple of hours are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Pietro asked coyly. Lance nodded.
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Freddy and Toad arrived later that day and found Pietro and Lance making out on the couch in the living room.
"Aw man, yo!" Todd said holding his stomach in defense. The two lovers just ignored Todd's remark and continued to kiss. Todd hopped into the kitchen and Freddy lumbered up the stairs and into his room without a word. Todd was busy making a sandwich when a disshelved looking Lance and Pietro entered the kitchen. Lance's auburn hair was ruffled and his shirt was wrinkled, Todd noticed. --He looks really good yo. . . .AH! I did not just think that!-- Todd's cheeks were burning bright red as he tossed the butter knife into the sink and took a bite out of his sandwich.
"You feeling ok?" Lance asked slipping into a chair and taking a drink of the soda he had just retrieved from the fridge. Todd nodded and hopped away quickly up the stairs.
As soon as he reached his room he shut the door, bolting it tightly with the lock. --Am I turning . . .gay?-- Todd threw his sandwich into his trashcan and flopped down onto the bed, covering his face with his pillow. --Is gay contagious? Because if it is I obviously caught it!-- He shook his head angrily, throwing the pillow at the wall. --NO NO NO!!! I am not turning gay! It was just a little er-what was it?-- There was a soft knock and Todd sat up.
"Come in," he said quietly, more to himself than the person on the other side of the door. Lance tentatively poked his head into the room.
"You sure you're ok?" Lance asked coming in, "You left in kind of a hurry, Pietro told me to come up and check on you." --No I'm not allright, and it's all your fault--
"Fine," he muttered avoiding eye contact with Lance at all costs. Lance nodded and left the room, deciding not to pry. --What am I going to do?--
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--Avalanche Maximoff--