Avalanche Maximoff: YAY! Another update! Thanks to all you
GREATWONDERFULFABULOUS reviewers! This one is kind of sad. . .and weird. I
wrote it at 2:00 in the morning^-^
Kickassangel-Aw, don't cry! I meant it! And of course you ARE the best! Wonderful great fantastic! Yeah! *HUGS* Thanks for the inspiration ^.~
Shaman Dani of the Flamingos-I don't know if quintangles is a word but I know what you mean! Kickassangel is my FAVORITE writer along with Storm Pietro. And I'm lovin' your penname! How'd you think of it?
Storm Pietro-Ooh, stuff. Well here is your chapter to prevent the stuff from happening to me^.^ Great chapter in your story by the way! So cute!
Etwa-*Dramatic music* I know! Oh the deception! You know I may just consider the whole Dylan and Todd thing. . . But we'll see^.^*
Thank you all you wonderful caring people! Not very many of you reviewers this time. . . .but oh well! I update for my few special fans! *HUGS YOU ALL* Thank you!
Chapter 8
Pietro slumped down onto the couch and sulked. What the hell was wrong with Lance? Pietro had done nothing except greet him with the usual kiss! And Lance had immediately shoved him away and went to sleep. Suddenly a sickening thought struck him. Did he find out about him and Dylan? Pietro's heart raced. No, he couldn't have. Dylan wouldn't tell him would he!? Pietro couldn't be so sure. He jumped to his feet and raced to Dylan's room. He knocked rapidly on the door. He tapped his foot impatiently, not having the time to wait. --Hurry, hurry, HURRY!-- A slightly disshelved and tired looking Dylan answered the door, stretching and yawning. Pietro looked at his watch, only realizing just then how late it was.
"Er-um sorry to bother you," Pietro said, shifting nervously. Dylan smiled.
"No problem," he said stepping aside, "Come on in." Pietro entered a little reluctantly. He gawked at Dylan's room. It didn't look a thing like how Pietro had arranged it just weeks before. Everything was moved around, and the walls were adorned with posters, knick knacks, and other various things. He felt oddly out of place and nervous in Dylan's room.
"So what's on your mind?" Dylan asked, sitting softly on the mattress. Pietro shifted uncomfortably. Now he knew exactly how Dylan felt.
"Did you tell Lance?" the words left his mouth without a second thought. Dylan smiled but he looked disappointed.
"No," he said softly, his eyes downcast to the floor. Pietro felt bad for Dylan. It wasn't Dylan's fault he was so irresistible (AN:^-^) Pietro sat next to Dylan and forced himself to put an arm around Dylan. Dylan's head immediately snapped to the side and his lips were immediately pressed to Pietro's in a passionate kiss. It took Pietro by surprise but he responded full force and they fell off the bed, Pietro landing on top of Dylan. He laughed a little bit but Dylan kissed him again.
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Lance lay in the dark, listening to the soft sounds of Pietro downstairs. Lance felt terrible. First he kissed Todd behind Pietro's back, and then he rejected Pietro. And the way Pietro had said those last words had made Lance feel the worst. He knew he had truly hurt Pietro, but he couldn't help it. He was the almighty Lance Alvers, the untouchable Avalanche. But somewhere deep down, he was the loveable, kindhearted, gentle Pietro's lover--Lance. Lance scowled in the darkness and rolled over onto his side. --Stupid mushy conscious--
Suddenly, Lance heard a strange noise: a rapid knocking, and then a soft mumble. It sounded like it was coming from Dylan's room. Lance sat up and looked at the crack beneath his door. A soft light was filtering in through it. Then it was closed out by the sound of a door shutting. Lance got out of bed and put on his shirt. Time to do some spying.
He snuck outside his door as quietly as possible and then pressed his ear to the door. He could only make out some of the words. So, he opened the door until it was slightly ajar and he peered into the room. He heard a loud thump and saw Pietro and Dylan sprawled on the floor. That was when it happened. Dylan craned his neck up somewhat and captured Pietro's lips in a soft kiss. And Pietro seemed to kiss back. Suddenly Lance lost his balance and came toppling into the room.
"Lance!" Pietro cried jumping off Dylan. Lance stared at the scene, frozen with pain. He was numb from head to toe with unbearable, sickening pain.
"Oh god Lance," Pietro whispered. He looked as if he were going to cry. But Lance didn't care. Lance was too numb to cry and too numb to even feel anything. Dylan was sitting there; staring at him and he couldn't take it anymore. Slowly, calmly, and a bit eerily he stood from this position on the floor. Pietro was looking at him, the tears in his sapphire eyes.
"Oh God, Lance please-"Pietro pleaded. Suddenly all the emotion, all the pain, all the hurt, all the life came rushing back into him. And all the anger.
"NO!" Lance yelled in rage, "NO! JUST SHUTUP!" The ground beneath them began to shake.
"Lance stop!" Pietro pleaded, "You're gonna collapse the whole house!" It stopped but Lance was still in a rage. But he withheld himself and instead of screaming, or fighting he ran. Ran away just as Pietro had done.
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--Avalanche Maximoff--
Kickassangel-Aw, don't cry! I meant it! And of course you ARE the best! Wonderful great fantastic! Yeah! *HUGS* Thanks for the inspiration ^.~
Shaman Dani of the Flamingos-I don't know if quintangles is a word but I know what you mean! Kickassangel is my FAVORITE writer along with Storm Pietro. And I'm lovin' your penname! How'd you think of it?
Storm Pietro-Ooh, stuff. Well here is your chapter to prevent the stuff from happening to me^.^ Great chapter in your story by the way! So cute!
Etwa-*Dramatic music* I know! Oh the deception! You know I may just consider the whole Dylan and Todd thing. . . But we'll see^.^*
Thank you all you wonderful caring people! Not very many of you reviewers this time. . . .but oh well! I update for my few special fans! *HUGS YOU ALL* Thank you!
Chapter 8
Pietro slumped down onto the couch and sulked. What the hell was wrong with Lance? Pietro had done nothing except greet him with the usual kiss! And Lance had immediately shoved him away and went to sleep. Suddenly a sickening thought struck him. Did he find out about him and Dylan? Pietro's heart raced. No, he couldn't have. Dylan wouldn't tell him would he!? Pietro couldn't be so sure. He jumped to his feet and raced to Dylan's room. He knocked rapidly on the door. He tapped his foot impatiently, not having the time to wait. --Hurry, hurry, HURRY!-- A slightly disshelved and tired looking Dylan answered the door, stretching and yawning. Pietro looked at his watch, only realizing just then how late it was.
"Er-um sorry to bother you," Pietro said, shifting nervously. Dylan smiled.
"No problem," he said stepping aside, "Come on in." Pietro entered a little reluctantly. He gawked at Dylan's room. It didn't look a thing like how Pietro had arranged it just weeks before. Everything was moved around, and the walls were adorned with posters, knick knacks, and other various things. He felt oddly out of place and nervous in Dylan's room.
"So what's on your mind?" Dylan asked, sitting softly on the mattress. Pietro shifted uncomfortably. Now he knew exactly how Dylan felt.
"Did you tell Lance?" the words left his mouth without a second thought. Dylan smiled but he looked disappointed.
"No," he said softly, his eyes downcast to the floor. Pietro felt bad for Dylan. It wasn't Dylan's fault he was so irresistible (AN:^-^) Pietro sat next to Dylan and forced himself to put an arm around Dylan. Dylan's head immediately snapped to the side and his lips were immediately pressed to Pietro's in a passionate kiss. It took Pietro by surprise but he responded full force and they fell off the bed, Pietro landing on top of Dylan. He laughed a little bit but Dylan kissed him again.
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Lance lay in the dark, listening to the soft sounds of Pietro downstairs. Lance felt terrible. First he kissed Todd behind Pietro's back, and then he rejected Pietro. And the way Pietro had said those last words had made Lance feel the worst. He knew he had truly hurt Pietro, but he couldn't help it. He was the almighty Lance Alvers, the untouchable Avalanche. But somewhere deep down, he was the loveable, kindhearted, gentle Pietro's lover--Lance. Lance scowled in the darkness and rolled over onto his side. --Stupid mushy conscious--
Suddenly, Lance heard a strange noise: a rapid knocking, and then a soft mumble. It sounded like it was coming from Dylan's room. Lance sat up and looked at the crack beneath his door. A soft light was filtering in through it. Then it was closed out by the sound of a door shutting. Lance got out of bed and put on his shirt. Time to do some spying.
He snuck outside his door as quietly as possible and then pressed his ear to the door. He could only make out some of the words. So, he opened the door until it was slightly ajar and he peered into the room. He heard a loud thump and saw Pietro and Dylan sprawled on the floor. That was when it happened. Dylan craned his neck up somewhat and captured Pietro's lips in a soft kiss. And Pietro seemed to kiss back. Suddenly Lance lost his balance and came toppling into the room.
"Lance!" Pietro cried jumping off Dylan. Lance stared at the scene, frozen with pain. He was numb from head to toe with unbearable, sickening pain.
"Oh god Lance," Pietro whispered. He looked as if he were going to cry. But Lance didn't care. Lance was too numb to cry and too numb to even feel anything. Dylan was sitting there; staring at him and he couldn't take it anymore. Slowly, calmly, and a bit eerily he stood from this position on the floor. Pietro was looking at him, the tears in his sapphire eyes.
"Oh God, Lance please-"Pietro pleaded. Suddenly all the emotion, all the pain, all the hurt, all the life came rushing back into him. And all the anger.
"NO!" Lance yelled in rage, "NO! JUST SHUTUP!" The ground beneath them began to shake.
"Lance stop!" Pietro pleaded, "You're gonna collapse the whole house!" It stopped but Lance was still in a rage. But he withheld himself and instead of screaming, or fighting he ran. Ran away just as Pietro had done.
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--Avalanche Maximoff--