Avalanche-Hi All! I'm back! Thanks to the TWO that reviewed =)
SD-Thanks hun, you're so sweet! I know poor Todd =(
Kickassangel-Thanks! You're so great! Of course I'll still send you the newest chapters!*HUGS*
~Chapter 3~
Pietro sat up, stretching languidly and rubbing his eyes. Another Saturday morning. He got out of Lance's bed and noticed that Lance was not in it. ~~Damn he wakes up early, oh wait he has work, that's right~~ Pietro went for a quick jog, took a shower, got dressed and ate breakfast all in one minute. When he was finally finished with his morning routine he plopped down on the couch with a few books and anxiously awaited Lance's arrival. Four hours went by until he finally heard someone coming up the stairs. Lance! He bolted over to the door, swung it open and pounced on the unsuspecting person coming up the stairs.
"Lance!" he cried eagerly. He happily looked down into the face of a very angry looking Mystique.
"Heh heh, oops," he said innocently, scrambling off of Mystique. She stood up, looking as if at any moment she would explode. Just then Lance pulled into the driveway. Pietro's face lit up and he dashed over to the car, hopping up and down as he waited for Lance to get out. Lance stepped out of the car, looking absolutely exhausted.
"Lance!" Pietro said happily, wrapping both arms around Lance and kissing him softly, shielded from Mystique's eyes by the jeep. They pulled away and Lance grinned down at him.
"Mystique's here," Pietro said a little less happy. Lance groaned, shaking his head.
"What did we do now?" he asked wearily. The two boys stepped out from behind the car. Mystique was gone and the door was open.
"Let yourself in," Pietro grumbled sarcastically. They entered the house to find Mystique observing their home very distastefully. She turned to the boys, her hands planted on her hips.
"Get this place cleaned up!" she ordered, "We have a new recruit coming tomorrow and I want this place spotless!" Both of them stared at her, dumbfounded.
"GO!" she barked. Pietro sprang into action and right before their eyes the place was cleaned in a matter of seconds.
"Anything else?" Pietro asked smugly. Mystique glared at him.
"Yes," she replied, "Get a room prepared for Dylan." Pietro quirked an eyebrow at her.
"Dylan?" Pietro asked. Mystique gave him a 'don't be stupid!' look. Pietro just stared at her, awaiting his answer.
"The new recruit!" she answered exasperatedly. Pietro nodded in acknowledgment.
"What are his powers?" Lance asked.
"He can manipulate electricity," she answered, "thus the codename Lightning." Pietro scoffed.
"Lightning?" he mocked, "How lame!" He then burst out laughing, holding his sides. Lance held back a snicker. The nickname was pretty ridiculous. Mystique scowled.
"Lame codename or not, you are to treat him with respect," Mystique said and with that she morphed into a raven and flew out through the open door.
"Bitch," Pietro said under his breath. Lance smiled.
"Go get Dylan's room ready," Lance ordered.
"You do it," Pietro said, "I'm not your slave." Lance grinned.
"But it will save time if you do it," Lance pointed out with a smirk. Pietro stuck his tongue out at him.
"~ahem~ EXTRA TIME," Lance coughed. Pietro rose and inquisitive eyebrow.
"And what will WE do in this extra time?" Pietro asked sounding interested.
"I dunno about you, but I'm sleeping," Lance replied.
"Ass," he muttered under his breath.
"Don't you know it," Lance said reclining on the battered couch. Pietro glared at him and disappeared, reappearing within a few seconds.
"Done," Pietro muttered. Lance didn't say anything; just lay there with his eyes shut. Pietro pounced on top of Lance, straddling his stomach. His eyes immediately snapped open and he glared at Pietro.
"Do you mind?" Lance snapped grouchily, "I was sleeping!" Pietro gave him a skeptical look.
"I was only gone two seconds!" he said, giving Lance a playful push. Lance smiled and shut his eyes again. Pietro kissed Lance and he opened his eyes again. Pietro suddenly realized that as soon as the new recruit came they wouldn't be able to cuddle anymore or have any midnight ~ahem~ sessions. He pouted for a moment before kissing Lance deeply, taking him by surprise.
"Aw man!" Todd complained as he entered the living room, "Is there ever a time you two ain't kissin'!?" ~~Woh am I. . .jealous? NO! I am not jealous! I don't like Lance like that!~~
"Why don't you mind your own business Toad!?" Pietro snapped. Just at the right moment a fly landed on Pietro's face and he shot out his tongue, missing the fly and smacking Pietro in the forehead with his tongue. Pietro had Todd by the collar of his shirt in an instant, holding him off the ground menacingly.
"Listen you little Toad-" Pietro was cut off by Lance jerking Todd out of his grasp, and shielding him protectively.
"Come on Pete, lay off," Lance said. Pietro glared at him.
"No, Lance, you lay off!" he snapped and then disappeared up the stairs, followed by the sound of a door slamming. ~~That didn't make any sense, but o.k. . . .~~
"I suppose I should go apologize," Lance said with a sigh. Todd shook his head.
"Naw, just let him think yo," Todd suggested timidly. Lance smiled down at him.
"Thanks bud," he said patting him on the shoulder and walking off into the kitchen. Todd smiled stupidly after Lance. ~~I think I'm in love~~
--Avalanche Maximoff--
SD-Thanks hun, you're so sweet! I know poor Todd =(
Kickassangel-Thanks! You're so great! Of course I'll still send you the newest chapters!*HUGS*
~Chapter 3~
Pietro sat up, stretching languidly and rubbing his eyes. Another Saturday morning. He got out of Lance's bed and noticed that Lance was not in it. ~~Damn he wakes up early, oh wait he has work, that's right~~ Pietro went for a quick jog, took a shower, got dressed and ate breakfast all in one minute. When he was finally finished with his morning routine he plopped down on the couch with a few books and anxiously awaited Lance's arrival. Four hours went by until he finally heard someone coming up the stairs. Lance! He bolted over to the door, swung it open and pounced on the unsuspecting person coming up the stairs.
"Lance!" he cried eagerly. He happily looked down into the face of a very angry looking Mystique.
"Heh heh, oops," he said innocently, scrambling off of Mystique. She stood up, looking as if at any moment she would explode. Just then Lance pulled into the driveway. Pietro's face lit up and he dashed over to the car, hopping up and down as he waited for Lance to get out. Lance stepped out of the car, looking absolutely exhausted.
"Lance!" Pietro said happily, wrapping both arms around Lance and kissing him softly, shielded from Mystique's eyes by the jeep. They pulled away and Lance grinned down at him.
"Mystique's here," Pietro said a little less happy. Lance groaned, shaking his head.
"What did we do now?" he asked wearily. The two boys stepped out from behind the car. Mystique was gone and the door was open.
"Let yourself in," Pietro grumbled sarcastically. They entered the house to find Mystique observing their home very distastefully. She turned to the boys, her hands planted on her hips.
"Get this place cleaned up!" she ordered, "We have a new recruit coming tomorrow and I want this place spotless!" Both of them stared at her, dumbfounded.
"GO!" she barked. Pietro sprang into action and right before their eyes the place was cleaned in a matter of seconds.
"Anything else?" Pietro asked smugly. Mystique glared at him.
"Yes," she replied, "Get a room prepared for Dylan." Pietro quirked an eyebrow at her.
"Dylan?" Pietro asked. Mystique gave him a 'don't be stupid!' look. Pietro just stared at her, awaiting his answer.
"The new recruit!" she answered exasperatedly. Pietro nodded in acknowledgment.
"What are his powers?" Lance asked.
"He can manipulate electricity," she answered, "thus the codename Lightning." Pietro scoffed.
"Lightning?" he mocked, "How lame!" He then burst out laughing, holding his sides. Lance held back a snicker. The nickname was pretty ridiculous. Mystique scowled.
"Lame codename or not, you are to treat him with respect," Mystique said and with that she morphed into a raven and flew out through the open door.
"Bitch," Pietro said under his breath. Lance smiled.
"Go get Dylan's room ready," Lance ordered.
"You do it," Pietro said, "I'm not your slave." Lance grinned.
"But it will save time if you do it," Lance pointed out with a smirk. Pietro stuck his tongue out at him.
"~ahem~ EXTRA TIME," Lance coughed. Pietro rose and inquisitive eyebrow.
"And what will WE do in this extra time?" Pietro asked sounding interested.
"I dunno about you, but I'm sleeping," Lance replied.
"Ass," he muttered under his breath.
"Don't you know it," Lance said reclining on the battered couch. Pietro glared at him and disappeared, reappearing within a few seconds.
"Done," Pietro muttered. Lance didn't say anything; just lay there with his eyes shut. Pietro pounced on top of Lance, straddling his stomach. His eyes immediately snapped open and he glared at Pietro.
"Do you mind?" Lance snapped grouchily, "I was sleeping!" Pietro gave him a skeptical look.
"I was only gone two seconds!" he said, giving Lance a playful push. Lance smiled and shut his eyes again. Pietro kissed Lance and he opened his eyes again. Pietro suddenly realized that as soon as the new recruit came they wouldn't be able to cuddle anymore or have any midnight ~ahem~ sessions. He pouted for a moment before kissing Lance deeply, taking him by surprise.
"Aw man!" Todd complained as he entered the living room, "Is there ever a time you two ain't kissin'!?" ~~Woh am I. . .jealous? NO! I am not jealous! I don't like Lance like that!~~
"Why don't you mind your own business Toad!?" Pietro snapped. Just at the right moment a fly landed on Pietro's face and he shot out his tongue, missing the fly and smacking Pietro in the forehead with his tongue. Pietro had Todd by the collar of his shirt in an instant, holding him off the ground menacingly.
"Listen you little Toad-" Pietro was cut off by Lance jerking Todd out of his grasp, and shielding him protectively.
"Come on Pete, lay off," Lance said. Pietro glared at him.
"No, Lance, you lay off!" he snapped and then disappeared up the stairs, followed by the sound of a door slamming. ~~That didn't make any sense, but o.k. . . .~~
"I suppose I should go apologize," Lance said with a sigh. Todd shook his head.
"Naw, just let him think yo," Todd suggested timidly. Lance smiled down at him.
"Thanks bud," he said patting him on the shoulder and walking off into the kitchen. Todd smiled stupidly after Lance. ~~I think I'm in love~~
--Avalanche Maximoff--