Part 5 already. I just can't stop writing this!!!
K.K.L. - Thank YOU so much!!!! *Hugs back and does a little dance* Thank you for being such a great reviewer! It means a lot to me, especially as I love your stories! Lots more Kietro fluff in this one and a little Rogue/Lance.
Dark Whispers - Thank you, this is my first Lance/Rogue, so I'm glad I'm getting it right!!!
I would, also, just like to thank my unofficial supporter Red Bull, without which I would never be able to stop up till two in the morning writing, and still be able to get up for work the next day!
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Pietro waited for about ten minutes before daring to peep around the corner. Rogue was nowhere in sight. He couldn't believe that she hadn't realised he had simply hidden around a second corner.
'Self absorbed! That's her problem.' He thought to himself as he walked to Kitty and Rogue's cabin. He listened at the door. When he couldn't hear anything he opened it slowly and peered in.
Kitty's bed was empty and he could faintly hear the shower through the bathroom door. He sat down on Rogue's bed and waited.
He couldn't believe this was so easy. All he had to do was get Rogue out of the way and he would have three whole weeks to drive Pryde insane.
'Maybe Lance can help me out with this one.' He thought, 'All I have to do is suggest Rogue likes him as more than a friend. He's trying to convince himself that he only sees her as one anyway.'
He waited for five minutes or so, until he heard the shower stop. Kitty opened the door. She was wearing a bathrobe and rubbing her hair with a towel, which obstructed most of her vision. Pietro grinned, as she lowered the towel, facing the mirror.
She looked at herself for a second and then saw Pietro behind her, still sitting. She screamed.
"Oh, my God! What the hell are you doing, you sociopath?" She cried, spinning round.
"Waiting for you. Oh, did I scare you, Angel?" Said Pietro, standing. He took a step towards her.
Kitty took a step back, "Don't call me that. And, yes, you scared the crap out of me. Why are you still following me?"
Pietro put his hands in his pockets and said, "Well, couples hang out together. I thought you might want to get some breakfast."
"What I want is for you to leave me alone!" Kitty felt exhausted. This was becoming really weird for her. Pietro seemed deadly serious. She walked to the closet and grabbed some clothes. Turning to Pietro, she said, "I'm going to get dressed in the bathroom. When I get out, I expect you to be gone. How the hell am I supposed to enjoy my holiday with you buzzing round me all day?"
Without waiting for a reply, she entered the bathroom and slammed the door.
Kitty dressed angrily, 'What the hell is he doing?' She thought, pulling on her jeans.
She turned to the mirror and began putting on some make up, 'He must be going crazy. He even tried to kiss me.'
Another, more rational, part (AN - the part that tells you you're drunk when you're dancing on a table, topless, at a party.) of Kitty's brain corrected her 'He did kiss you, and you stood there like some dumb kid.'
Kitty shook her head, 'I am just going to ignore him, and get on with enjoying my holiday.' She thought.
She finished applying her make up and went to the door, she pressed her ear to it. When she couldn't hear anything she tried, "Are you still there?"
"No." came the reply.
"ARRRGGHH!!" cried Kitty, in frustration. She pushed the door open, to see Pietro lying on her, made, bed.
"Get off!", she cried, "Did you make my bed?"
"Yep. I'll do anything for you." Pietro made puppy dog eyes at her, he rolled onto his front and pushed his head into her pillow.
"I can smell your shampoo on this." He said turning his head. Kitty shook her head. She simply walked to the door and phased through it.
Once through the door, she ran like mad down the corridor. She ran around about five corners and then stopped. She peered around and couldn't see him following her. She managed a sigh of relief, and put her head back on the wall, closing her eyes.
"Oh, thank God!" She breathed.
"For what?" Asked a voice, inches from here.
Kitty opened her eyes and, slowly, turned her head. Pietro was leaning against the wall next to her.
"What the .. Why?" Kitty gasped out.
"Well, you ran off. I thought there was an emergency. I mean why else would you go?" He asked. Kitty realised he was too close for comfort and stepped away.
"I was trying to get away from you." She spat. Pietro merely blinked, "Oh, that again. Why are you being so mean to me?"
Kitty just walked away. She headed down towards the restaurant, intending to find Rogue and give her hell for letting Pietro get in, in the first place.
Walking in, she saw Phil with his friends. He saw her and looked away. Kitty's heart sank, then all of his friends turned to look at her. They started to laugh loudly and several other diners began to stare and smirk at her.. She blushed and turned, quickly, walking outside again. She headed to the railings and stared down at the ocean, feeling tears well up behind her eyes.
'Why is this happening to me?' She thought.
She felt a presence beside her and said, in a tired voice, "Just go away, Pietro. You've had your fun. Please, just leave me alone." She had been humiliated in front of a whole roomful of people. She wanted to be on her own.
She expected some stupid speech about him not doing anything, and that he didn't know what she was talking about. Instead, she an arm slip around her shoulders.
Kitty looked up, Pietro was looking at her. She couldn't read his expression. He pulled her into a hug, and whispered, "I'm sorry they upset you."
Kitty wanted to struggle, but his arms were so warm and comforting. She allowed the tears to come free. She knew he didn't really care, but for that moment, he was there and he was real.
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About five minutes later, Kitty had finished crying and became acutely aware of where she was. She backed out of Pietro's arms.
"Um, thanks, I mean, sorry about that, I mean ..." She trailed off, and looked at Pietro. They held a stare for a moment.
'Oh, God,' Thought Kitty, 'I bet I look such a mess.'
Pietro looked at Kitty's mascara streaked face. Her eyes were sparkling from tears. He felt a jolt in his stomach. 'What the hell was that?' he thought.
"Come on, I'll take you back to your cabin, so you can sort yourself out." He said, softly. He leaned to take Kitty's hand, but she pulled it out of his reach.
"Kitty, What ..?" He said.
"This doesn't change anything, Pietro. I still don't know why you are doing this." She replied. For some reason, she felt wretched saying it. She pushed past him and headed back to the cabin.
Pietro watched her back for a second. For some reason, his heart had skipped a beat when she had collapsed into his arms. She had felt so small, and her hair smelt of coconut. When she snatched her hand away, he felt ill. But she was right, he still hadn't given her a reason to trust him.
'Why the hell should she have to trust me?' he thought, starting after her, 'All I'm supposed to be doing is annoying her.'
He saw Kitty enter the cabin, as he rounded the corner, but to his surprise, she didn't shut the door. He stood in the doorway.
"Want me to come in?" he asked.
Kitty turned from the mirror and said, "You didn't ask this morning."
'Good point.' He thought, 'What's wrong with me?' But he knew the mood had completely changed between them. He had lost control of the situation. He grew cocky again to try get it back.
"So, you want me to take you to the cinema to make you feel better?" He asked sitting down on her bed.
"No, thank you. I'm going to stay here for a while, until I meet Rogue for lunch." Replied Kitty, she headed into the bathroom. Leaving the door open, she began to remove the smeared mascara.
"Ahhh! I know what you want. Just me and you all alone in a room. You saucy minx!" He grinned, lying down.
Kitty appeared in the doorway, drying her face, "You are disgusting, do you know that?" She threw the towel at him. But she had a small grin on her face.
"But, I made you smile." He said.
Kitty turned back into the bathroom, and smiled despite herself, "No, you didn't." She called.
"I can. Do you want me to?" Came the reply, loaded with innuendo.
Kitty sighed. She hated to admit it, but he was starting to grow on her. She looked at herself in the mirror and began to re-apply her eyeliner.
'If he's going to follow me around, at least, in the cinema, he has to be quiet.' She thought, accepting that there was no escape from Pietro, at least for today.
Finishing her make up, she went and stood at the bottom of her bed, where Pietro was lying, looking at the ceiling.
"Come on, then." She said. Pietro looked at her.
"Sorry, Sweetheart?" He smiled, looking confused.
Kitty rolled her eyes, "The cinema? I've changed my mind."
Pietro sat up grinning, "So, you want to get me all alone in the dark?"
Kitty walked out of the room, muttering sarcastically, "Yes, how ever did you see through my charade?"
"I'm glad you love me again." He said, putting his arm around her. Kitty sighed and removed it.
He put it back again. Kitty knocked it off again. The third time he put it round her waist and pulled her so close to him, Kitty felt like she was about to enter a three legged race.
She tried to squirm out of it, but Pietro just gripped tighter. Kitty stopped and looked at him.
"Are you going to let me go?" She asked.
Pietro lowered his face to her ear and whispered, "Never."
Kitty jerked back and was about to phase through him, when a crowd of people came down the hall. Pietro took advantage of this and half pushed/half pulled her to the cinema complex.
He let go of her and joined the queue. Kitty stood behind him. Pietro turned.
"Why are you behind me?" He asked.
"Well, I wish to buy a ticket, and I have to stand in this queue until everyone in front of me has theirs. I give some money to the man in the little booth and then I can watch a film." Replied Kitty saracastically.
Pietro frowned, "No. You stand over there." He pointed to the foyer, "I pay for the tickets. You're my girlfriend. I'd never make you pay."
"Pietro, I am not." Started Kitty, but realising that it was no good she merely walked over to the refreshments stand and ordered two cokes, and a large popcorn.
Within a few minutes, Pietro joined her, "What are those?" He asked pointing to the drinks.
"Um, this is popcorn, and these are drinks." Replied Kitty. She picked up her coke and popcorn, "I didn't know what you wanted, so I just got you a coke."
"You didn't have to pay." Said Pietro picking up his coke, "And I'll just share your popcorn." He pushed Kitty to the spotty kid on the door checking tickets, and handed them over.
"Oh, will you! And anyway, you paid for the tickets. I buy the refreshments. That's fair. This isn't a date, you know." Remarked Kitty, making her way to the seats. She sat down and put her coke into the holder.
Pietro sat next to her, "Of course not, we've been together for far to long too still go on 'dates'!"
"Give it up." Said Kitty, grabbing a handful of popcorn and passing the bucket to Pietro. She chewed for a moment and, as the lights dimmed, something occurred to her.
"Err, Pietro. What are we watching?"
"The Exorcist." Replied Pietro, he avoided looking at Kitty. A few months before, he had overheard Evan and Kurt discussing Kitty's reaction to Hellraiser. Apparently nobody in the entire mansion had slept that night, Kitty kept having nightmares and screaming.
"WHAT?" Cried Kitty, sitting up.
"Shh!" Hushed someone in the row behind them.
She leaned back and whispered fiercely, "I hate horror movies. I .. I get scared."
Pietro smirked, which, thankfully, Kitty didn't see, "Don't worry, babe. I'll protect you." He stretched deliberately and placed his arm around her shoulders, in a move that guys have been using since the dawn of cinema.
Kitty looked around in panic. There was no way out, without using her powers and there were too many people around to do that. She was stuck. She grabbed Pietro's hand and removed his arm from around her shoulders. Pietro compromised and entwined his fingers with hers.
'This I can do something about.' Kitty thought, phasing her hand out of his and crossing her arms in front of her.
The film started and Kitty cringed, knowing she was going to be terrified.
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Two hours later, people began filing out of the cinema, discussing the film. Kitty walked out slowly. Pietro was behind her, his hands on her shoulders, pushing her as if she couldn't walk alone.
Pietro had started to regret tricking Kitty into watching a horror movie almost straight away. As soon as the slightest spooky thing happened, Kitty covered her eyes, jumped and eventually had grabbed Pietro's shoulder, then his arm, and finally his hand.
Pietro felt a flash of electricity, when she jumped and gripped his hand tightly. He grinned to himself, 'What am I doing?' he thought, shaking his head, 'It must be that I'm just happy that she's scared stupid.'
He looked at her in the darkened room. Kitty was sitting low in her seat, her eyes were wide and fixed on the screen. Her free hand was over her mouth.
She, unwittingly, got her revenge during the infamous head spinning scene. She was so scared that she tightened her grip on Pietro's hand.
'Bloody hell,' He thought, 'She's strong.' He moved uncomfortably, but couldn't risk pulling his hand away. He had to appear like a doting, if not incredibly annoying, boyfriend.
Then, Kitty got really scared and squeezed even harder. Pietro had to bite his lip to keep from yelling in pain.
'Christ, who's she been working out with? Juggernaut?' He thought.
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Back outside, Kitty blinked at the sunlight, as Pietro steered her outside.
"Are you OK?" He asked, standing at arms length. He didn't want to get slapped.
Kitty still looked pretty vague, "Umm, I think so."
"Err, do you want to get some lunch?" Pietro felt a little guilty. He had tricked her into watching it. He knew she hated horror movies.
'Why do I feel guilty? She's old enough to know it's not real.' He thought.
Kitty nodded her head, "Yes please." She had been scared in there, really scared. And she knew that she was going to have nightmares that night. But, even though she knew it was Pietro's fault, she had felt safer when she had grabbed his hand.
She had felt a little jolt when they touched, but her adrenaline was pumping so hard that she hadn't really noticed. She got the feeling that Pietro had been looking at her.
They walked into the restaurant. Kitty started to head for the buffet, but Pietro stopped her and pushed her onto a chair.
"What do you want?" he asked.
Kitty looked up at him, "Pietro, you don't have to do this, you know."
Pietro just gave her a look. Kitty sighed and said, "A salad. No meat."
He walked off, and Kitty slumped in her chair. Across the room she saw Phil, he looked at her and gave her an odd, almost apologetic, smile.
'Does he live in here?' She thought angrily. He stood up and crossed the room. He pulled a chair out and sat opposite her.
Kitty scowled at him, remembering his friends' conduct that morning.
"Kitty, I'm sorry about this morning. It's just that guy was, well, he was a little serious." Phil began, he stopped and looked at her.
Kitty crossed her arms and remained silent.
Phil continued, "I just wanted to apologise and to ask if you hated me."
Kitty tilted her head to one side, he seemed serious enough. But then again he had humiliated her. Plus, now she was sober, he wasn't even that good looking.
"Ok, well, thanks. Bye then." She smiled at him.
Phil looked slightly confused, "Erm, that's it?"
Kitty blinked, "Was there something else, Phil?"
"Um, yeah. I was wondering if you wanted to catch a movie or anything." He said.
She smiled to herself and, catching sight of Pietro walking back to the table, said, "Oh, I'm sorry, but I don't think my boyfriend will like it."
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Sorry to cut it here, but it was getting really long, so I'm going to half it and update twice. I just keep getting carried away with myself.
K.K.L. - Thank YOU so much!!!! *Hugs back and does a little dance* Thank you for being such a great reviewer! It means a lot to me, especially as I love your stories! Lots more Kietro fluff in this one and a little Rogue/Lance.
Dark Whispers - Thank you, this is my first Lance/Rogue, so I'm glad I'm getting it right!!!
I would, also, just like to thank my unofficial supporter Red Bull, without which I would never be able to stop up till two in the morning writing, and still be able to get up for work the next day!
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Pietro waited for about ten minutes before daring to peep around the corner. Rogue was nowhere in sight. He couldn't believe that she hadn't realised he had simply hidden around a second corner.
'Self absorbed! That's her problem.' He thought to himself as he walked to Kitty and Rogue's cabin. He listened at the door. When he couldn't hear anything he opened it slowly and peered in.
Kitty's bed was empty and he could faintly hear the shower through the bathroom door. He sat down on Rogue's bed and waited.
He couldn't believe this was so easy. All he had to do was get Rogue out of the way and he would have three whole weeks to drive Pryde insane.
'Maybe Lance can help me out with this one.' He thought, 'All I have to do is suggest Rogue likes him as more than a friend. He's trying to convince himself that he only sees her as one anyway.'
He waited for five minutes or so, until he heard the shower stop. Kitty opened the door. She was wearing a bathrobe and rubbing her hair with a towel, which obstructed most of her vision. Pietro grinned, as she lowered the towel, facing the mirror.
She looked at herself for a second and then saw Pietro behind her, still sitting. She screamed.
"Oh, my God! What the hell are you doing, you sociopath?" She cried, spinning round.
"Waiting for you. Oh, did I scare you, Angel?" Said Pietro, standing. He took a step towards her.
Kitty took a step back, "Don't call me that. And, yes, you scared the crap out of me. Why are you still following me?"
Pietro put his hands in his pockets and said, "Well, couples hang out together. I thought you might want to get some breakfast."
"What I want is for you to leave me alone!" Kitty felt exhausted. This was becoming really weird for her. Pietro seemed deadly serious. She walked to the closet and grabbed some clothes. Turning to Pietro, she said, "I'm going to get dressed in the bathroom. When I get out, I expect you to be gone. How the hell am I supposed to enjoy my holiday with you buzzing round me all day?"
Without waiting for a reply, she entered the bathroom and slammed the door.
Kitty dressed angrily, 'What the hell is he doing?' She thought, pulling on her jeans.
She turned to the mirror and began putting on some make up, 'He must be going crazy. He even tried to kiss me.'
Another, more rational, part (AN - the part that tells you you're drunk when you're dancing on a table, topless, at a party.) of Kitty's brain corrected her 'He did kiss you, and you stood there like some dumb kid.'
Kitty shook her head, 'I am just going to ignore him, and get on with enjoying my holiday.' She thought.
She finished applying her make up and went to the door, she pressed her ear to it. When she couldn't hear anything she tried, "Are you still there?"
"No." came the reply.
"ARRRGGHH!!" cried Kitty, in frustration. She pushed the door open, to see Pietro lying on her, made, bed.
"Get off!", she cried, "Did you make my bed?"
"Yep. I'll do anything for you." Pietro made puppy dog eyes at her, he rolled onto his front and pushed his head into her pillow.
"I can smell your shampoo on this." He said turning his head. Kitty shook her head. She simply walked to the door and phased through it.
Once through the door, she ran like mad down the corridor. She ran around about five corners and then stopped. She peered around and couldn't see him following her. She managed a sigh of relief, and put her head back on the wall, closing her eyes.
"Oh, thank God!" She breathed.
"For what?" Asked a voice, inches from here.
Kitty opened her eyes and, slowly, turned her head. Pietro was leaning against the wall next to her.
"What the .. Why?" Kitty gasped out.
"Well, you ran off. I thought there was an emergency. I mean why else would you go?" He asked. Kitty realised he was too close for comfort and stepped away.
"I was trying to get away from you." She spat. Pietro merely blinked, "Oh, that again. Why are you being so mean to me?"
Kitty just walked away. She headed down towards the restaurant, intending to find Rogue and give her hell for letting Pietro get in, in the first place.
Walking in, she saw Phil with his friends. He saw her and looked away. Kitty's heart sank, then all of his friends turned to look at her. They started to laugh loudly and several other diners began to stare and smirk at her.. She blushed and turned, quickly, walking outside again. She headed to the railings and stared down at the ocean, feeling tears well up behind her eyes.
'Why is this happening to me?' She thought.
She felt a presence beside her and said, in a tired voice, "Just go away, Pietro. You've had your fun. Please, just leave me alone." She had been humiliated in front of a whole roomful of people. She wanted to be on her own.
She expected some stupid speech about him not doing anything, and that he didn't know what she was talking about. Instead, she an arm slip around her shoulders.
Kitty looked up, Pietro was looking at her. She couldn't read his expression. He pulled her into a hug, and whispered, "I'm sorry they upset you."
Kitty wanted to struggle, but his arms were so warm and comforting. She allowed the tears to come free. She knew he didn't really care, but for that moment, he was there and he was real.
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About five minutes later, Kitty had finished crying and became acutely aware of where she was. She backed out of Pietro's arms.
"Um, thanks, I mean, sorry about that, I mean ..." She trailed off, and looked at Pietro. They held a stare for a moment.
'Oh, God,' Thought Kitty, 'I bet I look such a mess.'
Pietro looked at Kitty's mascara streaked face. Her eyes were sparkling from tears. He felt a jolt in his stomach. 'What the hell was that?' he thought.
"Come on, I'll take you back to your cabin, so you can sort yourself out." He said, softly. He leaned to take Kitty's hand, but she pulled it out of his reach.
"Kitty, What ..?" He said.
"This doesn't change anything, Pietro. I still don't know why you are doing this." She replied. For some reason, she felt wretched saying it. She pushed past him and headed back to the cabin.
Pietro watched her back for a second. For some reason, his heart had skipped a beat when she had collapsed into his arms. She had felt so small, and her hair smelt of coconut. When she snatched her hand away, he felt ill. But she was right, he still hadn't given her a reason to trust him.
'Why the hell should she have to trust me?' he thought, starting after her, 'All I'm supposed to be doing is annoying her.'
He saw Kitty enter the cabin, as he rounded the corner, but to his surprise, she didn't shut the door. He stood in the doorway.
"Want me to come in?" he asked.
Kitty turned from the mirror and said, "You didn't ask this morning."
'Good point.' He thought, 'What's wrong with me?' But he knew the mood had completely changed between them. He had lost control of the situation. He grew cocky again to try get it back.
"So, you want me to take you to the cinema to make you feel better?" He asked sitting down on her bed.
"No, thank you. I'm going to stay here for a while, until I meet Rogue for lunch." Replied Kitty, she headed into the bathroom. Leaving the door open, she began to remove the smeared mascara.
"Ahhh! I know what you want. Just me and you all alone in a room. You saucy minx!" He grinned, lying down.
Kitty appeared in the doorway, drying her face, "You are disgusting, do you know that?" She threw the towel at him. But she had a small grin on her face.
"But, I made you smile." He said.
Kitty turned back into the bathroom, and smiled despite herself, "No, you didn't." She called.
"I can. Do you want me to?" Came the reply, loaded with innuendo.
Kitty sighed. She hated to admit it, but he was starting to grow on her. She looked at herself in the mirror and began to re-apply her eyeliner.
'If he's going to follow me around, at least, in the cinema, he has to be quiet.' She thought, accepting that there was no escape from Pietro, at least for today.
Finishing her make up, she went and stood at the bottom of her bed, where Pietro was lying, looking at the ceiling.
"Come on, then." She said. Pietro looked at her.
"Sorry, Sweetheart?" He smiled, looking confused.
Kitty rolled her eyes, "The cinema? I've changed my mind."
Pietro sat up grinning, "So, you want to get me all alone in the dark?"
Kitty walked out of the room, muttering sarcastically, "Yes, how ever did you see through my charade?"
"I'm glad you love me again." He said, putting his arm around her. Kitty sighed and removed it.
He put it back again. Kitty knocked it off again. The third time he put it round her waist and pulled her so close to him, Kitty felt like she was about to enter a three legged race.
She tried to squirm out of it, but Pietro just gripped tighter. Kitty stopped and looked at him.
"Are you going to let me go?" She asked.
Pietro lowered his face to her ear and whispered, "Never."
Kitty jerked back and was about to phase through him, when a crowd of people came down the hall. Pietro took advantage of this and half pushed/half pulled her to the cinema complex.
He let go of her and joined the queue. Kitty stood behind him. Pietro turned.
"Why are you behind me?" He asked.
"Well, I wish to buy a ticket, and I have to stand in this queue until everyone in front of me has theirs. I give some money to the man in the little booth and then I can watch a film." Replied Kitty saracastically.
Pietro frowned, "No. You stand over there." He pointed to the foyer, "I pay for the tickets. You're my girlfriend. I'd never make you pay."
"Pietro, I am not." Started Kitty, but realising that it was no good she merely walked over to the refreshments stand and ordered two cokes, and a large popcorn.
Within a few minutes, Pietro joined her, "What are those?" He asked pointing to the drinks.
"Um, this is popcorn, and these are drinks." Replied Kitty. She picked up her coke and popcorn, "I didn't know what you wanted, so I just got you a coke."
"You didn't have to pay." Said Pietro picking up his coke, "And I'll just share your popcorn." He pushed Kitty to the spotty kid on the door checking tickets, and handed them over.
"Oh, will you! And anyway, you paid for the tickets. I buy the refreshments. That's fair. This isn't a date, you know." Remarked Kitty, making her way to the seats. She sat down and put her coke into the holder.
Pietro sat next to her, "Of course not, we've been together for far to long too still go on 'dates'!"
"Give it up." Said Kitty, grabbing a handful of popcorn and passing the bucket to Pietro. She chewed for a moment and, as the lights dimmed, something occurred to her.
"Err, Pietro. What are we watching?"
"The Exorcist." Replied Pietro, he avoided looking at Kitty. A few months before, he had overheard Evan and Kurt discussing Kitty's reaction to Hellraiser. Apparently nobody in the entire mansion had slept that night, Kitty kept having nightmares and screaming.
"WHAT?" Cried Kitty, sitting up.
"Shh!" Hushed someone in the row behind them.
She leaned back and whispered fiercely, "I hate horror movies. I .. I get scared."
Pietro smirked, which, thankfully, Kitty didn't see, "Don't worry, babe. I'll protect you." He stretched deliberately and placed his arm around her shoulders, in a move that guys have been using since the dawn of cinema.
Kitty looked around in panic. There was no way out, without using her powers and there were too many people around to do that. She was stuck. She grabbed Pietro's hand and removed his arm from around her shoulders. Pietro compromised and entwined his fingers with hers.
'This I can do something about.' Kitty thought, phasing her hand out of his and crossing her arms in front of her.
The film started and Kitty cringed, knowing she was going to be terrified.
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Two hours later, people began filing out of the cinema, discussing the film. Kitty walked out slowly. Pietro was behind her, his hands on her shoulders, pushing her as if she couldn't walk alone.
Pietro had started to regret tricking Kitty into watching a horror movie almost straight away. As soon as the slightest spooky thing happened, Kitty covered her eyes, jumped and eventually had grabbed Pietro's shoulder, then his arm, and finally his hand.
Pietro felt a flash of electricity, when she jumped and gripped his hand tightly. He grinned to himself, 'What am I doing?' he thought, shaking his head, 'It must be that I'm just happy that she's scared stupid.'
He looked at her in the darkened room. Kitty was sitting low in her seat, her eyes were wide and fixed on the screen. Her free hand was over her mouth.
She, unwittingly, got her revenge during the infamous head spinning scene. She was so scared that she tightened her grip on Pietro's hand.
'Bloody hell,' He thought, 'She's strong.' He moved uncomfortably, but couldn't risk pulling his hand away. He had to appear like a doting, if not incredibly annoying, boyfriend.
Then, Kitty got really scared and squeezed even harder. Pietro had to bite his lip to keep from yelling in pain.
'Christ, who's she been working out with? Juggernaut?' He thought.
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Back outside, Kitty blinked at the sunlight, as Pietro steered her outside.
"Are you OK?" He asked, standing at arms length. He didn't want to get slapped.
Kitty still looked pretty vague, "Umm, I think so."
"Err, do you want to get some lunch?" Pietro felt a little guilty. He had tricked her into watching it. He knew she hated horror movies.
'Why do I feel guilty? She's old enough to know it's not real.' He thought.
Kitty nodded her head, "Yes please." She had been scared in there, really scared. And she knew that she was going to have nightmares that night. But, even though she knew it was Pietro's fault, she had felt safer when she had grabbed his hand.
She had felt a little jolt when they touched, but her adrenaline was pumping so hard that she hadn't really noticed. She got the feeling that Pietro had been looking at her.
They walked into the restaurant. Kitty started to head for the buffet, but Pietro stopped her and pushed her onto a chair.
"What do you want?" he asked.
Kitty looked up at him, "Pietro, you don't have to do this, you know."
Pietro just gave her a look. Kitty sighed and said, "A salad. No meat."
He walked off, and Kitty slumped in her chair. Across the room she saw Phil, he looked at her and gave her an odd, almost apologetic, smile.
'Does he live in here?' She thought angrily. He stood up and crossed the room. He pulled a chair out and sat opposite her.
Kitty scowled at him, remembering his friends' conduct that morning.
"Kitty, I'm sorry about this morning. It's just that guy was, well, he was a little serious." Phil began, he stopped and looked at her.
Kitty crossed her arms and remained silent.
Phil continued, "I just wanted to apologise and to ask if you hated me."
Kitty tilted her head to one side, he seemed serious enough. But then again he had humiliated her. Plus, now she was sober, he wasn't even that good looking.
"Ok, well, thanks. Bye then." She smiled at him.
Phil looked slightly confused, "Erm, that's it?"
Kitty blinked, "Was there something else, Phil?"
"Um, yeah. I was wondering if you wanted to catch a movie or anything." He said.
She smiled to herself and, catching sight of Pietro walking back to the table, said, "Oh, I'm sorry, but I don't think my boyfriend will like it."
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Sorry to cut it here, but it was getting really long, so I'm going to half it and update twice. I just keep getting carried away with myself.
