Well, I got a review from BlackDiamondDrop, so I will continue. I have the weekend so I will try to post at least three or four to make up for not posting for so long. Well, here we go! Hope you like.

I don't own the X-Men, which really disappoints me. I wish I could have thought of something that cool. Then again, I wasn't even born when they began. Lucky Stan…

At the Brotherhood house, Pietro and I sat on the couch watching a portable television (remember, we put out the power?). It wasn't really eventful, but we had had our fun. Just then, a breaking news story interrupted our show. "We have breaking news outside of Bayville!" a lady's voice shouted at us. "We are here in downtown Bayville where the electric and water plants were destroyed. Power is out for at least a three fourths of the town, and water is completely gone." Pietro and I grinned at each other as the lady began explaining who the culprits may be. "Also, property at town hall was defaced. It is thought to be the work of pro-mutant strikers, or mutants themselves. But we do believe that mutants are responsible for the plant attack. There are gaping holes in the side that seem-well, inhuman."

"Excuse me!? We're humans too! Bitch! I'm gonna kill her writer."

"Cool it Madison…we get all the blame. It's normal…kinda fun too."

"FUN? I don't think so Pietro. Not that fun."

"Come on. I think so. Just forget it. We can get over it right? We're not that vindictive?"

"No. I'm not that spiteful. Never mind."

After awhile, it began to rain. Like I knew. I went to the window and smiled. "Just like I knew it would." It was a heavy rain. The drops were fat and full. My favorite kind of rain. I took my sweatshirt off and went to the door. "Hey, where you going?" Pietro asked leaning over the back of the couch. "Outside. Come on."

"But-it's raining out."

"I know." I opened the door and ran out and stood in the middle of the yard. It was refreshing to stand like that. The air was cool and the rain made it so much cooler. I looked back at the door and saw Pietro staring out at me. "Come here!" I waved at him. He shrugged and ran out to me. I smiled and gave him a hug. "This is really romantic."

"It is?" he asked looking at my face. ""Don't you think so Pietro? I really do."

"Well-yeah. I guess. You look really gorgeous with your hair and face all wet I guess."

I laughed and hugged him tighter. He stood there, confused, baffled, I know, but he was there with me. I used to do this on my own in Maryland. I used to sit on the roof outside of my window and wish that I could have a different life. It never worked. And then my parents would bitch at me for getting a cold. I would shrug it off and do it every time it rained. That was my little-well, sanity. I could be less insane inside that house if I had a little time in the rain. It was too much for me to think of at the time, so I looked up at Pietro who looked down at me and smiled. I leaned up and kissed him full on the lips. 'This is even more romantic. Making out in the rain,' I thought to myself. Then we stood there and looked at each other, which felt dumb, so I pulled him back into the house. "Well, I'm a little more sane now." He wiped away some water from my eyes and whispered, "I'd rather an insane girlfriend than a sane one." I laughed as he said that and nodded. "I'll try to stay part of the way insane. Just for you okay?" He nodded back and then told me there were towels upstairs. I went up and grabbed two then went back downstairs where I saw Pietro and Lance talking. "Boy, she's a piece of work Pietro."

"I know. But hey, better than the last few. She says she's never dated anyone before, so she really doesn't know what to do with all of this love shit I guess. Lucky I'm here to guide her along huh?" Lance agreed and they both got a laugh in. I walked in and handed a towel to Pietro. "Oh hey, thanks Maddy." Maddy? "Excuse me? Maddy?"

"Oh. Sorry. I figured we could call each other pet names or whatever."

"Pet names? I don't think so Pietro. That's just too much. Plus, we would both sound like asses saying stuff like that." Lance chuckled and walked out of the room. "That's cool I guess. And you're right, we would sound like asses. I don't do that much."

"Me neither. And if I do, I usually let someone slap me. But anyway…I need a ride home." He stood up and grabbed the keys to the Jeep and smiled. "Here I am."

"Okay. Let me get my sweatshirt." I went and grabbed it from near the window and then followed Pietro to the door. We dashed to the Jeep as rain continued to pour.

At the gates of the mansion, we sat. I pondered whether or not to let him drive down the driveway, or get out and walk. "Well, I think I will have to get out and walk. I don't know what they think of you guys really. So I don't know what kind of alarms they have for you." He shook his head and drove forward. "Don't be ridiculous. You don't need to be getting a cold. I can drive down and right back." The gates opened and he continued driving. "Don't you be ridiculous. I'm a piece of work. I will be fine. See ya later Pietro." He stopped the car as I said that. "You heard that?"

"Of course. But I really don't care. I have to go."

"Are you sure? It doesn't mean anything to you? I don't say what I mean and I didn't mean what I said there."

"Pietro, I understand guys. But that love shit I don't. So you're here for me. And I'm glad. I have to go though. Bye." He waved with one hand, let it drop limply, and then drove away after I slammed the door shut. I walked slowly down the driveway in the rain, which now, wasn't helping me stay sane. I was going insane. In my head. That poem was resurfacing now. Why? Why now? Why that? My past was also emerging from the depths of everything, and I was slowly beginning to remember everything as if it happened yesterday. I remember the hit from my father as I left that day with the professor. I began to cry as I reached the door.

In my room, I asked Jubilee for a few minutes to change and to be alone. She agreed and left quickly. I threw my sweatshirt on my bed where the cartons of cigarettes spilled out. I groaned and stuffed them under my bed. I changed too, then sat on my bed and tried to think. I took some deep breaths and began to sort things out inside my head. Pietro was being an ass today. Oh well. My mom and dad hate my guts. What's new? I was depressed to the max. Same as ever. I had nobody to rely on. No, not Pietro even, you crazy? That poem's words floated through my head every time I tried to forget it. STOP! I need to think. I need to be alone. Will anyone miss me if I just die or disappear? Would anybody care if I left? What can I do to stop all of this? STOP! Everything did. For a split second, I was fine and happy. Then it all rushed back as if it sensed that I was happy. I was destined to be miserable. I was destined to be despised, clueless, forgotten, left out…

I need to die. That's it. I could die. People wouldn't miss me. My parents would throw a party. People that thought I was a nuisance, like the X-Men, would be happy without me. Everything would be better for me too. I'd be happy. I'd be dead. Nothing to bother me anymore. That was my solution. I had to die. It would be so perfect…

Hmm…suicidal thoughts? Well, I fell kinda like her, so a lot of what I feel goes into my stories. Don't worry though, I'm cool. Well, I hope that you liked. And a little fight with Maddy and Pietro? Well, where will this go? Come back and check the next chappie soon!