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Chapter 7
Todd hopped out of his room, down the stairs and out into the living room. It was dark all except for the luminous glowing light from the flashing television screen.
"Lance?" Todd asked, only being able to make out the shape of the head. Lance sat up, turned to Todd and smiled.
"Yeah it's me," he answered, "Why don't you come watch this movie with me?" Todd's heart skipped a beat and he slowly made his way to the couch and sat beside Lance on the sofa. Lance grinned and made himself comfortable; stretching his arm across the cushion Todd was leaning against and draping it there casually.
"Thanks, I was getting lonely," he teased, "Pietro ain't here." Todd's heart was beating so fast he thought it would burst through his chest. Pietro wasn't here. Was that a good thing? Should Todd tell Lance how he felt now? It was the best chance he's had so far. NO! Lance would hate him.
Todd looked at Lance. His eyes seemed to be glued to the television. Suddenly a girl on the screen belted out a blood curdling scream. Todd yelped and fell over from his crouching position, right into Lance's lap. His cheeks were immediately on fire as he stared up at Lance who was smiling down at him. Todd regained his composure and sat up, squeezing himself onto the other side of the couch.
"Sorry," he squeaked. Lance laughed, and smiled at Todd.
"No problem," he said. They sat for a few minutes in silence; the only sound coming from the television. Lance suddenly looked at Todd.
"You can sit a little closer ya know," he said, "I don't bite." Todd smiled half heartedly and scooted somewhat closer to Lance. Lance grinned at him and then returned his gaze to the television. Todd couldn't tear his eyes off of Lance. He was drinking in every aspect of the handsome teenager: auburn hair, large brown eyes and irresistible lips. Todd felt himself slowly leaning forward and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't stop himself. He panicked.
OH NO! Lance looked at him quizzically. Suddenly he felt his lips close over Lance's and his eyes instinctively snapped shut. But somewhere in the back of his mind a little voice was screaming 'WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?' But another little happier voice was screaming 'Mmm this is nice.' Todd pulled back and his eyes were misted over with tears.
Oh no. He's going to hate me! But suddenly Lance did something he didn't expect. Lance kissed him again, this time with more passion. Todd couldn't have been happier! He managed to scramble into Lance's lap without breaking the kiss. Suddenly Lance pulled back and stared into Todd's eyes. Todd could feel his heart beating hard. What was he looking at?
"Todd," he murmured quietly. Todd was so afraid. He knew what he was going to say. And he didn't want to hear it. He couldn't stand to hear it. He was afraid.
"Todd I-" he began but Todd lightly covered his mouth with his hand. The tears sprang to his eyes and he leapt form the couch and ran into his room. There he tossed himself onto his bed and cried into his pillow. --Why'd I do that?! I had a perfectly great friendship with him and I ruined it! STUPIDSYUPIDSTUPID!!--There was a soft knock.
"Go away!" he yelled, although the pillow muffled his voice. The door opened and Todd heard Lance slowly approach the bed.
"Todd," hew said softly. Slowly he lifted his head and looked at Lance with tear stained eyes. Lance smiled and sat on the bed.
"I'm sorr-" Todd was cut short when Lance pressed is lips to his. Todd basked in the warm fuzzy feeling that exploded inside of him. --I love him-- The sound of the front door opening from below, made the two break their kiss.
"Lance! I'm home!" Pietro cried happily. He zipped up into Lance's room. No Lance.
"Lance!" he yelled, a little irritably. Lance walked into the room looking somewhat troubled.
"What's wrong?" he asked wrapping his arms around Lance and kissing him deeply. Lance pulled away rather roughly and Pietro looked at him quizzically.
"Lance," he said softly stepping back. Lance looked down at him sadly.
"What happened?" he asked, in a sort of demanding tone. Lance shook his head.
"Nothing happened," he answered, "I'm tired, I'll see you in the morning." He trudged over to the bed but Pietro zipped in front of him, arms crossed over his chest. He was looking expectantly at Lance and one eyebrow was raised slightly. Lance sighed and stepped around Pietro.
"Lance what is wrong with you!?" Pietro demanded sternly. Lance only looked at him witheringly and slipped into bed. A low growl erupted from within Pietro's throat.
"LANCE!" the sudden outburst made Lance jump.
"I'm only asking nicely one more time," he said through clenched teeth. Lance sighed and rolled over, his back to Pietro. He suddenly felt a fierce grip on his shoulder and he was jerked onto his other side with surprising force. He looked at Pietro with wide eyes. For such a small guy he was pretty strong.
"Nothin' happened Pete," he said irritably, "I'm just tired now leave me alone." He didn't mean for the last part to sound so mean.
"Fine," Pietro said coldly, "I'll be down stairs--If you care." With that he left the room, slamming the door for extra emphasis.
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By the way I just wanted to let you all know, which you all should or probably do about my friend's story! Her penname is Kickassangel and she has 3 different lietro stories and they are all the BEST! She was the one who inspired me to start writing! Thanks Angel!
--Avalanche Maximoff--
Chapter 7
Todd hopped out of his room, down the stairs and out into the living room. It was dark all except for the luminous glowing light from the flashing television screen.
"Lance?" Todd asked, only being able to make out the shape of the head. Lance sat up, turned to Todd and smiled.
"Yeah it's me," he answered, "Why don't you come watch this movie with me?" Todd's heart skipped a beat and he slowly made his way to the couch and sat beside Lance on the sofa. Lance grinned and made himself comfortable; stretching his arm across the cushion Todd was leaning against and draping it there casually.
"Thanks, I was getting lonely," he teased, "Pietro ain't here." Todd's heart was beating so fast he thought it would burst through his chest. Pietro wasn't here. Was that a good thing? Should Todd tell Lance how he felt now? It was the best chance he's had so far. NO! Lance would hate him.
Todd looked at Lance. His eyes seemed to be glued to the television. Suddenly a girl on the screen belted out a blood curdling scream. Todd yelped and fell over from his crouching position, right into Lance's lap. His cheeks were immediately on fire as he stared up at Lance who was smiling down at him. Todd regained his composure and sat up, squeezing himself onto the other side of the couch.
"Sorry," he squeaked. Lance laughed, and smiled at Todd.
"No problem," he said. They sat for a few minutes in silence; the only sound coming from the television. Lance suddenly looked at Todd.
"You can sit a little closer ya know," he said, "I don't bite." Todd smiled half heartedly and scooted somewhat closer to Lance. Lance grinned at him and then returned his gaze to the television. Todd couldn't tear his eyes off of Lance. He was drinking in every aspect of the handsome teenager: auburn hair, large brown eyes and irresistible lips. Todd felt himself slowly leaning forward and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't stop himself. He panicked.
OH NO! Lance looked at him quizzically. Suddenly he felt his lips close over Lance's and his eyes instinctively snapped shut. But somewhere in the back of his mind a little voice was screaming 'WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?' But another little happier voice was screaming 'Mmm this is nice.' Todd pulled back and his eyes were misted over with tears.
Oh no. He's going to hate me! But suddenly Lance did something he didn't expect. Lance kissed him again, this time with more passion. Todd couldn't have been happier! He managed to scramble into Lance's lap without breaking the kiss. Suddenly Lance pulled back and stared into Todd's eyes. Todd could feel his heart beating hard. What was he looking at?
"Todd," he murmured quietly. Todd was so afraid. He knew what he was going to say. And he didn't want to hear it. He couldn't stand to hear it. He was afraid.
"Todd I-" he began but Todd lightly covered his mouth with his hand. The tears sprang to his eyes and he leapt form the couch and ran into his room. There he tossed himself onto his bed and cried into his pillow. --Why'd I do that?! I had a perfectly great friendship with him and I ruined it! STUPIDSYUPIDSTUPID!!--There was a soft knock.
"Go away!" he yelled, although the pillow muffled his voice. The door opened and Todd heard Lance slowly approach the bed.
"Todd," hew said softly. Slowly he lifted his head and looked at Lance with tear stained eyes. Lance smiled and sat on the bed.
"I'm sorr-" Todd was cut short when Lance pressed is lips to his. Todd basked in the warm fuzzy feeling that exploded inside of him. --I love him-- The sound of the front door opening from below, made the two break their kiss.
"Lance! I'm home!" Pietro cried happily. He zipped up into Lance's room. No Lance.
"Lance!" he yelled, a little irritably. Lance walked into the room looking somewhat troubled.
"What's wrong?" he asked wrapping his arms around Lance and kissing him deeply. Lance pulled away rather roughly and Pietro looked at him quizzically.
"Lance," he said softly stepping back. Lance looked down at him sadly.
"What happened?" he asked, in a sort of demanding tone. Lance shook his head.
"Nothing happened," he answered, "I'm tired, I'll see you in the morning." He trudged over to the bed but Pietro zipped in front of him, arms crossed over his chest. He was looking expectantly at Lance and one eyebrow was raised slightly. Lance sighed and stepped around Pietro.
"Lance what is wrong with you!?" Pietro demanded sternly. Lance only looked at him witheringly and slipped into bed. A low growl erupted from within Pietro's throat.
"LANCE!" the sudden outburst made Lance jump.
"I'm only asking nicely one more time," he said through clenched teeth. Lance sighed and rolled over, his back to Pietro. He suddenly felt a fierce grip on his shoulder and he was jerked onto his other side with surprising force. He looked at Pietro with wide eyes. For such a small guy he was pretty strong.
"Nothin' happened Pete," he said irritably, "I'm just tired now leave me alone." He didn't mean for the last part to sound so mean.
"Fine," Pietro said coldly, "I'll be down stairs--If you care." With that he left the room, slamming the door for extra emphasis.
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By the way I just wanted to let you all know, which you all should or probably do about my friend's story! Her penname is Kickassangel and she has 3 different lietro stories and they are all the BEST! She was the one who inspired me to start writing! Thanks Angel!
--Avalanche Maximoff--