Avalanche-Hi! Back! Thanks for reviewing all! This is a LONG chapter! But
there is a majorly BIG plot twist in this one! Thank you all you great
fantastic reviewers!
Kickassangel-Of course I used your advice! It was so great! Thanks!
S. Mark Gunther-Ok, I'll make a note of that! Thanks for the suggestion sweety!
DemonRogue13-Aw, Thanks yer so sweet!
Storm-Pietro-AAAH!!! UPDATE! You HAVE to!
Etwa-Yeah they do! Yeah! Down with Dylan! :D
MiracleChick-It's ok, don't cry! Here is more to comfort you^-^
Again, thanks to all of you who u-dated! It really helps! It's nice to hear what the fans want! Well here's a chapter that might become a shock to you all^-^
Chapter 6
The brilliant orange sun was slowly setting against the purple mountains, causing the sky to turn pink and orange and making the trees cast long shadows across the deserted park. Deserted all except for one boy. Pietro Maximoff sat on a wooden bench, his face buried miserably in his pale hands. Why was this happening to him? He never asked for any of this! It was all Dylan's fault. He just had to come and ruin everything!
"Hey, thought I'd find you here," the voice startled Pietro. He slowly lifted his head and glared at Lance, hatred filling his glistening blue eyes. Guilt inflated inside of Lance.
"Pietro, honestly nothing was going on," he said softly, "he just tackled me and fell on top of me." He looked up at Pietro with glassy eyes.
"And you two just happened to almost kiss I suppose?" he asked scathingly, "Or *did* you kiss him?" Lance shook his head.
"Of course I didn't kiss him," he said, sounding a bit hurt, "I love you too much to do that." Pietro couldn't help but feel a little better. But why hadn't Lance pushed him off? Did he like it? The little comfort that had been there before soon disappeared. He tried desperately to bite back the tears but soon they were falling from his pale blue eyes. Lance knelt down and looked up at Pietro.
"Pete, honestly nothing happened," he whispered. Pietro looked at him and Lance gently kissed his lips. Pietro smiled as they pulled away and stood up, brushing off his jeans.
"I'm still not sure if I believe you entirely," Pietro said teasingly, "but I will forgive you on one condition." Lance raised an eyebrow.
"And that would be?" he asked. Pietro smirked and leaned over into Lance's ear, whispering something that made Lance grin like an idiot.
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Todd hopped into the kitchen to find Pietro and Lance once again making out, without even caring if someone unsuspectingly came/hopped in.
"Aw man!" Todd shouted, turning both boy's attention to him, "What's with you guys!? Can't I go anywhere without you two makin' out in front of me!?!?" Pietro burst out laughing and Lance just blushed quietly to himself. He didn't see anything funny about it. Dylan entered the kitchen, scratching himself lazily.
"What's going on in here?" he asked opening the fridge and peering inside without much interest. Pietro just continued laughing and Lance shook his head meaning 'tell ya later.' Dylan shrugged and pulled out a soda, opening it and gulping loudly. Pietro glared at Dylan through his laughing fit. ~~HISSSS! EVIL!~~ Pietro laughed harder at his *interesting* thoughts. Dylan looked at Pietro quizzically but returned to gulping his said loudly. --What-is-wrong-me? I can't stop laughing!-- Pietro thought breathlessly. Finally Lance slapped a hand over Pietro's mouth. This only mad Pietro laugh harder.
"What the hell Pete!?" he snapped, roughly jerking his hand back away from the younger boy. He immediately stopped laughing; only snickering occasionally. Lance gave a heavy sigh and dropped into a chair. Dylan was staring at Pietro and he didn't like it. He saw a kind of malice in his big brown eyes and it made Pietro mad.
"I'm going to our room," Pietro announced and then zipped up the stairs and into his room.
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Saturday night, and Lance wasn't home! Pietro was going crazy! Lance was at work, nightshift, Todd was at the dance and so was Freddy. Pietro had decided not to go and Dylan had done the same. Pietro hated being all alone in a house with someone he absolutely despised. He heard a shuffling outside his room in the hall and suddenly there was a soft knock. He scowled. What did *he* want?
"Come in," he muttered grudgingly. The door opened slightly and Dylan poked his head inside the door.
"You sure I can come in?" he asked cautiously. Pietro glared at him but nodded. Dylan entered the room and shut the door behind him. He gaped at Pietro's room for moment before looking at Pietro. Pietro was glaring at him, arms folded over his chest. Dylan shifted uncomfortably.
"Listen Pietro," he began nervously, "I just want to tell you that nothing happened between me and Lance." Pietro glared at him skeptically.
"Honest!" he said almost pleadingly, "I would never want to take Lance from you!" Pietro wiped the glare from his face and stared at Dylan hard. He was fidgety and looked really nervous yet he didn't seem to be lying. Pietro sighed irritably.
"Fine I believe you" he muttered through clenched teeth. Dylan smiled and he suddenly sat beside Pietro on the bed.
"So can we be friends?" he asked happily. Pietro cocked an eyebrow at him. He was beaming at him full force and Pietro had no other choice but to smile back.
"Ok, I guess so," he said a little reluctantly. Catching Pietro off guard Dylan hugged him and they fell backwards onto the bed. It was a very awkward position for Pietro, but for some reason he enjoyed it to the tiniest extent. Dylan's eyes were half lidded and Pietro could feel his breath fanning his cheek. He stared up into Dylan's eyes and suddenly Dylan's lips were over his and they were kissing. Dylan's fingers were weaving through Pietro's silky hair and Pietro felt his own arms entangle around Dylan's neck, his eyes shutting in sheer pleasure. --What am I doing!? He's the enemy! The very hot enemy. . .-- Pietro hated himself for what he was doing but he was actually enjoying it. --Pietro, I love you.-- The sudden flashback of Lance telling Pietro that he loved him made Pietro shove Dylan off roughly. Dylan fell to the ground staring up at him quizzically a hurt expression on his tanned face.
"I-I can't do this," he said, "I love Lance. . . .I love Lance." It sounded as if he was trying to convince himself and it scared him. He didn't want to not love Lance. He did love Lance! Pietro's head was aching and he suddenly ran away from it all to the only place he could think of.
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Pietro arrived at Taco Bell five minutes later. Lance was probably the only one working here at this hour. Who would wanna order a taco at three in the morning? Pietro cautiously opened the door, causing the little bell at the top of the door to jingle madly. He cursed silently. --Great, so much for that idea.--
"Hello welcome to Taco Bell how may I-Pietro?" Lance looked at the disshelved and pitiful looking boy.
"Aw man Pete what happened to you?" he asked. Pietro gave an involuntary squeak as the tears stung in the corners of his eyes.
"Pietro?" he asked a bit concernedly, hopping over the counter. Pietro stepped back the tears now filling his eyes and clouding his vision.
"Pietro what's the matter?" he asked reaching out to touch him. Pietro cringed from his loving touch and fell backwards onto the floor, tears falling freely from his azure eyes. Lance knelt down beside him and took him into his arms.
"Pietro," he said softly, "What's wrong?" Pietro choked and cried desperately into Lance's shirt. He didn't want to fall out of love with him. He was so sweet and gentle and he needed him! He didn't think he could live without him. Lance tilted Pietro's face up so he was gazing into his big blue eyes.
"Lance I-" Pietro couldn't bring himself to say it. He didn't want Lance to hate him. He didn't want Lance to break up with him! Pietro just burst into tears once more, cuddling into Lance's warm chest.
"Pietro I wish you'd tell me what's wrong," he whispered kissing the top of Pietro's head.
"I-I can't," Pietro choked out. Lance suddenly pressed his lips softly to Pietro's. Pietro moaned into his lips and wrapped his arms around Lance. This was so much better than Dylan. Dylan. He would have to face him when he got home. Lance suddenly deepened the kiss, catching Pietro off guard. Pietro loved this. Loved everything about it. Lance, the kiss, and the love he was feeling. It didn't matter what had happened earlier Pietro loved Lance and that was all that mattered.
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--Avalanche Maximoff--
Kickassangel-Of course I used your advice! It was so great! Thanks!
S. Mark Gunther-Ok, I'll make a note of that! Thanks for the suggestion sweety!
DemonRogue13-Aw, Thanks yer so sweet!
Storm-Pietro-AAAH!!! UPDATE! You HAVE to!
Etwa-Yeah they do! Yeah! Down with Dylan! :D
MiracleChick-It's ok, don't cry! Here is more to comfort you^-^
Again, thanks to all of you who u-dated! It really helps! It's nice to hear what the fans want! Well here's a chapter that might become a shock to you all^-^
Chapter 6
The brilliant orange sun was slowly setting against the purple mountains, causing the sky to turn pink and orange and making the trees cast long shadows across the deserted park. Deserted all except for one boy. Pietro Maximoff sat on a wooden bench, his face buried miserably in his pale hands. Why was this happening to him? He never asked for any of this! It was all Dylan's fault. He just had to come and ruin everything!
"Hey, thought I'd find you here," the voice startled Pietro. He slowly lifted his head and glared at Lance, hatred filling his glistening blue eyes. Guilt inflated inside of Lance.
"Pietro, honestly nothing was going on," he said softly, "he just tackled me and fell on top of me." He looked up at Pietro with glassy eyes.
"And you two just happened to almost kiss I suppose?" he asked scathingly, "Or *did* you kiss him?" Lance shook his head.
"Of course I didn't kiss him," he said, sounding a bit hurt, "I love you too much to do that." Pietro couldn't help but feel a little better. But why hadn't Lance pushed him off? Did he like it? The little comfort that had been there before soon disappeared. He tried desperately to bite back the tears but soon they were falling from his pale blue eyes. Lance knelt down and looked up at Pietro.
"Pete, honestly nothing happened," he whispered. Pietro looked at him and Lance gently kissed his lips. Pietro smiled as they pulled away and stood up, brushing off his jeans.
"I'm still not sure if I believe you entirely," Pietro said teasingly, "but I will forgive you on one condition." Lance raised an eyebrow.
"And that would be?" he asked. Pietro smirked and leaned over into Lance's ear, whispering something that made Lance grin like an idiot.
* * * * * *
Todd hopped into the kitchen to find Pietro and Lance once again making out, without even caring if someone unsuspectingly came/hopped in.
"Aw man!" Todd shouted, turning both boy's attention to him, "What's with you guys!? Can't I go anywhere without you two makin' out in front of me!?!?" Pietro burst out laughing and Lance just blushed quietly to himself. He didn't see anything funny about it. Dylan entered the kitchen, scratching himself lazily.
"What's going on in here?" he asked opening the fridge and peering inside without much interest. Pietro just continued laughing and Lance shook his head meaning 'tell ya later.' Dylan shrugged and pulled out a soda, opening it and gulping loudly. Pietro glared at Dylan through his laughing fit. ~~HISSSS! EVIL!~~ Pietro laughed harder at his *interesting* thoughts. Dylan looked at Pietro quizzically but returned to gulping his said loudly. --What-is-wrong-me? I can't stop laughing!-- Pietro thought breathlessly. Finally Lance slapped a hand over Pietro's mouth. This only mad Pietro laugh harder.
"What the hell Pete!?" he snapped, roughly jerking his hand back away from the younger boy. He immediately stopped laughing; only snickering occasionally. Lance gave a heavy sigh and dropped into a chair. Dylan was staring at Pietro and he didn't like it. He saw a kind of malice in his big brown eyes and it made Pietro mad.
"I'm going to our room," Pietro announced and then zipped up the stairs and into his room.
* * * * *
Saturday night, and Lance wasn't home! Pietro was going crazy! Lance was at work, nightshift, Todd was at the dance and so was Freddy. Pietro had decided not to go and Dylan had done the same. Pietro hated being all alone in a house with someone he absolutely despised. He heard a shuffling outside his room in the hall and suddenly there was a soft knock. He scowled. What did *he* want?
"Come in," he muttered grudgingly. The door opened slightly and Dylan poked his head inside the door.
"You sure I can come in?" he asked cautiously. Pietro glared at him but nodded. Dylan entered the room and shut the door behind him. He gaped at Pietro's room for moment before looking at Pietro. Pietro was glaring at him, arms folded over his chest. Dylan shifted uncomfortably.
"Listen Pietro," he began nervously, "I just want to tell you that nothing happened between me and Lance." Pietro glared at him skeptically.
"Honest!" he said almost pleadingly, "I would never want to take Lance from you!" Pietro wiped the glare from his face and stared at Dylan hard. He was fidgety and looked really nervous yet he didn't seem to be lying. Pietro sighed irritably.
"Fine I believe you" he muttered through clenched teeth. Dylan smiled and he suddenly sat beside Pietro on the bed.
"So can we be friends?" he asked happily. Pietro cocked an eyebrow at him. He was beaming at him full force and Pietro had no other choice but to smile back.
"Ok, I guess so," he said a little reluctantly. Catching Pietro off guard Dylan hugged him and they fell backwards onto the bed. It was a very awkward position for Pietro, but for some reason he enjoyed it to the tiniest extent. Dylan's eyes were half lidded and Pietro could feel his breath fanning his cheek. He stared up into Dylan's eyes and suddenly Dylan's lips were over his and they were kissing. Dylan's fingers were weaving through Pietro's silky hair and Pietro felt his own arms entangle around Dylan's neck, his eyes shutting in sheer pleasure. --What am I doing!? He's the enemy! The very hot enemy. . .-- Pietro hated himself for what he was doing but he was actually enjoying it. --Pietro, I love you.-- The sudden flashback of Lance telling Pietro that he loved him made Pietro shove Dylan off roughly. Dylan fell to the ground staring up at him quizzically a hurt expression on his tanned face.
"I-I can't do this," he said, "I love Lance. . . .I love Lance." It sounded as if he was trying to convince himself and it scared him. He didn't want to not love Lance. He did love Lance! Pietro's head was aching and he suddenly ran away from it all to the only place he could think of.
* * * * *
Pietro arrived at Taco Bell five minutes later. Lance was probably the only one working here at this hour. Who would wanna order a taco at three in the morning? Pietro cautiously opened the door, causing the little bell at the top of the door to jingle madly. He cursed silently. --Great, so much for that idea.--
"Hello welcome to Taco Bell how may I-Pietro?" Lance looked at the disshelved and pitiful looking boy.
"Aw man Pete what happened to you?" he asked. Pietro gave an involuntary squeak as the tears stung in the corners of his eyes.
"Pietro?" he asked a bit concernedly, hopping over the counter. Pietro stepped back the tears now filling his eyes and clouding his vision.
"Pietro what's the matter?" he asked reaching out to touch him. Pietro cringed from his loving touch and fell backwards onto the floor, tears falling freely from his azure eyes. Lance knelt down beside him and took him into his arms.
"Pietro," he said softly, "What's wrong?" Pietro choked and cried desperately into Lance's shirt. He didn't want to fall out of love with him. He was so sweet and gentle and he needed him! He didn't think he could live without him. Lance tilted Pietro's face up so he was gazing into his big blue eyes.
"Lance I-" Pietro couldn't bring himself to say it. He didn't want Lance to hate him. He didn't want Lance to break up with him! Pietro just burst into tears once more, cuddling into Lance's warm chest.
"Pietro I wish you'd tell me what's wrong," he whispered kissing the top of Pietro's head.
"I-I can't," Pietro choked out. Lance suddenly pressed his lips softly to Pietro's. Pietro moaned into his lips and wrapped his arms around Lance. This was so much better than Dylan. Dylan. He would have to face him when he got home. Lance suddenly deepened the kiss, catching Pietro off guard. Pietro loved this. Loved everything about it. Lance, the kiss, and the love he was feeling. It didn't matter what had happened earlier Pietro loved Lance and that was all that mattered.
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--Avalanche Maximoff--