Avalanche- Thanks to all of you wonderful people who reviewed!
Shaman Dani of the flamingos- Your wish is my command! Thanks!
Storm Pietro- Aw I know, maybe Freddy could be gay. . .but with who?
Etwa- Aw thanks you're such a sweetheart! I love lietro too! Their perfect for eachother aren't they?
Suraka Chan- *HISS* I know Dylan is SO evil! Lance is Pietro's! Not his. :D
MiracleChick- HOORAY for new reviewer! Thanks sweetheart!*HUGS*
Manicreversed- Thank you! Fluff and Jealousy are my favorite topics!
Thank you all up there! You're all so sweet and not one negative comment! *HUGS YOU ALL* Now on with my story!
Chapter 5
The next few days Pietro was watching Dylan closely. He seemed nice enough. To the untrained eye! Pietro knew that he had a crush on Lance, just by the little subtle things he did. Like take the other day for instance. Lance was in the kitchen cooking something when Dylan happened to be passing by. He came into the kitchen smiling like the idiot he is.
"What's that smell?" he had asked, "whatever it is it smells delicious!" Lance had smiled and thanked him for the compliment, unaware that he was secretly hitting on him! After that Pietro had been glued to Lance. Always smothering him with kisses and hugging him and letting Dylan know in his own subtle ways Lance was off limits!
Pietro sat through another boring session of English. Too bad Lance wasn't in any of his classes. The bell signaling lunch suddenly rang, releasing Pietro from the torture session they called class. Pietro stood by Lance's locker, awaiting his arrival patiently. Lance made his way down the thinning crowd of people in the hall. He spotted Pietro waiting by his locker and waved. Pietro beamed. Lance came up beside his locker, punched it open and shoved his books into it.
"Hey Pete, ready for lunch?" he asked. Pietro nodded and the two headed of lunch together. As soon as they entered the lunchroom Dylan was at their side.
"Hey Lance, Pietro," he said cheerfully. Pietro glared at him and Lance smiled. They sat down at the lunch table where Pietro promptly pouted.
"So Dylan where're you from?" Lance asked taking a rather large bite of his hamburger. Dylan and Pietro laughed at the scene in front of them. Lance had smeared ketchup across his upper lip and his cheeks were puffed up like a chip monks. Pietro immediately stopped however when he noticed Dylan was laughing too. Lance was grumbling to himself and wiping off the ketchup with a napkin. After recovering from his laughing fit Dylan responded.
"I was born in Spain," he answered offhandedly, "But I grew up in L.A." Lance smiled.
"That's cool, what do you think Pietro?" Lance looked over at the silver haired sophomore. His head was resting on his folded arms and he looked as if he were sulking. Lance sighed.
"So are you an orphan or what?" Lance asked casually, but immediately regretted it from the sad expression that appeared on Dylan's delicate features.
"My mom and dad died when I was six," he said softly, "I watched them die. . .they were killed by mutant hunters." Lance shook his head and put a hand on Dylan's shoulder. Pietro's head immediately snapped up and his eyes narrowed to slits as he spotted Lance's hand. Lance chuckled nervously and removed his hand. The rest of the time they sat in silence, Pietro sulking miserably.
* * * * *
Later that day, Pietro flopped onto Lance's bed and stared up at the crummy ceiling.
"What are you doing in there!?" Pietro shouted. Lance had been in the bathroom for over an hour it seemed. Lance came out grumbling to himself.
"What do people usually do in the bathroom Pietro!?" he snapped. Pietro just smirked and lay back down on the bed. Lance sat on the bed and stared at Pietro for a while.
"Pete," he began, "I've been thinking. We should probably date girls to keep up our reputations, ya know?" Pietro looked at him skeptically.
"You mean like temporarily cheat on eachother?" he asked, mockery obvious in his tone. Lance glared at him.
"No, I mean just to fool everyone else," he replied. Pietro sat up.
"So you're ashamed of us I suppose?" he asked, trying to hide the anger but unsuccessfully. Lance sighed irritably. Pietro could be so melodramatic.
"I'm just not ready for everyone to know," he answered and lay down on the bed, "give it time." Pietro glared at him, somewhat hurt.
"Fine," he answered coldly then lay down, his back turned to Lance. Lance shook his head encircled the boys waist with his arms, pulling him close.
"Pietro," he whispered into the boy's ear, lightly kissing his ear lobe. Pietro shuddered with pleasure. Pietro turned in Lance's arm, meeting his gaze with one of seduction. He ground his hips into Lance's and pressed his lip's hungrily to the older boy's. The kisses deepened and Lance pulled the blanket over them.
* * * * *
Todd covered his ears tighter. Why were they so damn noisy when they did it!? He shoved the pillow over his ears in a futile attempt to drown out the moans. He suddenly reached over the side of his bed grabbed a shoe, throwing it as hard as he could at the ceiling.
"SHUT UP!!!!!" he shouted angrily. The moans became louder and more incessant, obviously on purpose. He groaned in frustration. Stupid Lance, Stupid Pietro.
* * * * *
The next few days Pietro noticed Lance had been avoiding him like the plague. Every time he would come within six feet of Lance he would make up some lame excuse and leave. Pietro was becoming more and more upset by Lance. What had he done? He had done nothing as far as he knew. But what really made him angry was that Lance and Dylan would both mysteriously disappear at the same time. Was Lance having an affair? Pietro couldn't be sure and it was really troubling him.
Pietro sat on Lance's bed after school. Instead of catching a ride with Lance he had simply run home. Maybe now Lance wouldn't suspect him being there and he would finally be able to get a word or two in. The sound of the door shutting from downstairs alerted Pietro that they were home. He heard laughing and then heavy footfalls steadily making their way up the stairs. Lance! He patiently waited for Lance's arrival at the door. But instead he heard something very different.
"Hey Lance," Dylan called as Lance made his way down the hallway, "Catch!" He tossed a football he had retrieved from his room at Lance. Lance fumbled with it a bit until he finally got a good grip on the ball. He grinned and they commenced throwing it to eachother.
Pietro grew impatient. WHAT WERE THEY DOING!? There was a loud thump and then simple silence. ----What the-?--
Dylan tackled Lance, falling on top of him in the process. For a long minute he stared down at Lance's perfect features absorbing every inch of the handsome boy. Lance just sat there, eyes half lidded with semi- pleasure. --What's goin on? I love Pietro don't I? This is wrong! I love Pietro!-- Dylan was slowly inching his face forward.
Pietro opened the door and to his dismay found Dylan lying on top of HIS boyfriend. The tears were dangerously close to falling. He shook his head.
"Pete this isn't what it looks like!" Lance said desperately, finally snapping out of his daze and seeing the silver haired boy. Pietro glared.
"No it's exactly what it looks like!" he shouted angrily, "My boyfriend fooling around with another guy!" He choked back the tears, hoping his anger was covering up the real emotion inside---hurt.
"No Pete it ain't like that!" Lance said sitting up and knocking Dylan off of his lap. Pietro shook his head, which was a big mistake. A single tear fell from his eye and at that instant he hated himself. Hated himself for being so sensitive, for liking Lance back, for being so stupid, he just hated himself. But he was thankful for his powers which helped him run away from the horrible scene.
--Avalanche Maximoff--
Shaman Dani of the flamingos- Your wish is my command! Thanks!
Storm Pietro- Aw I know, maybe Freddy could be gay. . .but with who?
Etwa- Aw thanks you're such a sweetheart! I love lietro too! Their perfect for eachother aren't they?
Suraka Chan- *HISS* I know Dylan is SO evil! Lance is Pietro's! Not his. :D
MiracleChick- HOORAY for new reviewer! Thanks sweetheart!*HUGS*
Manicreversed- Thank you! Fluff and Jealousy are my favorite topics!
Thank you all up there! You're all so sweet and not one negative comment! *HUGS YOU ALL* Now on with my story!
Chapter 5
The next few days Pietro was watching Dylan closely. He seemed nice enough. To the untrained eye! Pietro knew that he had a crush on Lance, just by the little subtle things he did. Like take the other day for instance. Lance was in the kitchen cooking something when Dylan happened to be passing by. He came into the kitchen smiling like the idiot he is.
"What's that smell?" he had asked, "whatever it is it smells delicious!" Lance had smiled and thanked him for the compliment, unaware that he was secretly hitting on him! After that Pietro had been glued to Lance. Always smothering him with kisses and hugging him and letting Dylan know in his own subtle ways Lance was off limits!
Pietro sat through another boring session of English. Too bad Lance wasn't in any of his classes. The bell signaling lunch suddenly rang, releasing Pietro from the torture session they called class. Pietro stood by Lance's locker, awaiting his arrival patiently. Lance made his way down the thinning crowd of people in the hall. He spotted Pietro waiting by his locker and waved. Pietro beamed. Lance came up beside his locker, punched it open and shoved his books into it.
"Hey Pete, ready for lunch?" he asked. Pietro nodded and the two headed of lunch together. As soon as they entered the lunchroom Dylan was at their side.
"Hey Lance, Pietro," he said cheerfully. Pietro glared at him and Lance smiled. They sat down at the lunch table where Pietro promptly pouted.
"So Dylan where're you from?" Lance asked taking a rather large bite of his hamburger. Dylan and Pietro laughed at the scene in front of them. Lance had smeared ketchup across his upper lip and his cheeks were puffed up like a chip monks. Pietro immediately stopped however when he noticed Dylan was laughing too. Lance was grumbling to himself and wiping off the ketchup with a napkin. After recovering from his laughing fit Dylan responded.
"I was born in Spain," he answered offhandedly, "But I grew up in L.A." Lance smiled.
"That's cool, what do you think Pietro?" Lance looked over at the silver haired sophomore. His head was resting on his folded arms and he looked as if he were sulking. Lance sighed.
"So are you an orphan or what?" Lance asked casually, but immediately regretted it from the sad expression that appeared on Dylan's delicate features.
"My mom and dad died when I was six," he said softly, "I watched them die. . .they were killed by mutant hunters." Lance shook his head and put a hand on Dylan's shoulder. Pietro's head immediately snapped up and his eyes narrowed to slits as he spotted Lance's hand. Lance chuckled nervously and removed his hand. The rest of the time they sat in silence, Pietro sulking miserably.
* * * * *
Later that day, Pietro flopped onto Lance's bed and stared up at the crummy ceiling.
"What are you doing in there!?" Pietro shouted. Lance had been in the bathroom for over an hour it seemed. Lance came out grumbling to himself.
"What do people usually do in the bathroom Pietro!?" he snapped. Pietro just smirked and lay back down on the bed. Lance sat on the bed and stared at Pietro for a while.
"Pete," he began, "I've been thinking. We should probably date girls to keep up our reputations, ya know?" Pietro looked at him skeptically.
"You mean like temporarily cheat on eachother?" he asked, mockery obvious in his tone. Lance glared at him.
"No, I mean just to fool everyone else," he replied. Pietro sat up.
"So you're ashamed of us I suppose?" he asked, trying to hide the anger but unsuccessfully. Lance sighed irritably. Pietro could be so melodramatic.
"I'm just not ready for everyone to know," he answered and lay down on the bed, "give it time." Pietro glared at him, somewhat hurt.
"Fine," he answered coldly then lay down, his back turned to Lance. Lance shook his head encircled the boys waist with his arms, pulling him close.
"Pietro," he whispered into the boy's ear, lightly kissing his ear lobe. Pietro shuddered with pleasure. Pietro turned in Lance's arm, meeting his gaze with one of seduction. He ground his hips into Lance's and pressed his lip's hungrily to the older boy's. The kisses deepened and Lance pulled the blanket over them.
* * * * *
Todd covered his ears tighter. Why were they so damn noisy when they did it!? He shoved the pillow over his ears in a futile attempt to drown out the moans. He suddenly reached over the side of his bed grabbed a shoe, throwing it as hard as he could at the ceiling.
"SHUT UP!!!!!" he shouted angrily. The moans became louder and more incessant, obviously on purpose. He groaned in frustration. Stupid Lance, Stupid Pietro.
* * * * *
The next few days Pietro noticed Lance had been avoiding him like the plague. Every time he would come within six feet of Lance he would make up some lame excuse and leave. Pietro was becoming more and more upset by Lance. What had he done? He had done nothing as far as he knew. But what really made him angry was that Lance and Dylan would both mysteriously disappear at the same time. Was Lance having an affair? Pietro couldn't be sure and it was really troubling him.
Pietro sat on Lance's bed after school. Instead of catching a ride with Lance he had simply run home. Maybe now Lance wouldn't suspect him being there and he would finally be able to get a word or two in. The sound of the door shutting from downstairs alerted Pietro that they were home. He heard laughing and then heavy footfalls steadily making their way up the stairs. Lance! He patiently waited for Lance's arrival at the door. But instead he heard something very different.
"Hey Lance," Dylan called as Lance made his way down the hallway, "Catch!" He tossed a football he had retrieved from his room at Lance. Lance fumbled with it a bit until he finally got a good grip on the ball. He grinned and they commenced throwing it to eachother.
Pietro grew impatient. WHAT WERE THEY DOING!? There was a loud thump and then simple silence. ----What the-?--
Dylan tackled Lance, falling on top of him in the process. For a long minute he stared down at Lance's perfect features absorbing every inch of the handsome boy. Lance just sat there, eyes half lidded with semi- pleasure. --What's goin on? I love Pietro don't I? This is wrong! I love Pietro!-- Dylan was slowly inching his face forward.
Pietro opened the door and to his dismay found Dylan lying on top of HIS boyfriend. The tears were dangerously close to falling. He shook his head.
"Pete this isn't what it looks like!" Lance said desperately, finally snapping out of his daze and seeing the silver haired boy. Pietro glared.
"No it's exactly what it looks like!" he shouted angrily, "My boyfriend fooling around with another guy!" He choked back the tears, hoping his anger was covering up the real emotion inside---hurt.
"No Pete it ain't like that!" Lance said sitting up and knocking Dylan off of his lap. Pietro shook his head, which was a big mistake. A single tear fell from his eye and at that instant he hated himself. Hated himself for being so sensitive, for liking Lance back, for being so stupid, he just hated himself. But he was thankful for his powers which helped him run away from the horrible scene.
--Avalanche Maximoff--