Chapter Four.
Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews you guys, I feel really good about this story now! You guys are just so...*wipes tears from eyes*. Icestorm I've missed you! Where have you been? Well as I promised, here is the next chapter, it's a little more longer than the one before.
I don't own X Men Evolution.
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Over the next two weeks Pietro and I spent alot of time together. Nothing happened and I hadn't told him how I felt as yet but I was working on it. What if he doesn't feel the same way? I mean he does compliment me alot but I'm sure he does that just to be polite. I'm still working on it and while I'm at it maybe I'll work on my low self-esteem too.
I've avoided Pietro for two days now and school starts in four weeks. I can't eat, sleep or do anything I normally do. This is not like me. I never worry and especially about a guy. Tossing and turning all night long, I decided to get a drink of water. I had to do something or else I would never get any sleep. I wrote him a poem. I explained how I felt, although I was too chicken to sign my name. I stuffed it in an envelope and wrote Pietro's name on the front. About five in the morning I went out and slipped it in his mailbox.
I avoided going outside like the plague for another two days. On Friday, the doorbell rang. It was Pietro. I was never so nervous in all my life. I opened the door and he had the letter in his hand. I was so scared.
"Hey, how come you've been avoiding me?''
"I haven't been avoiding you, I've just been really busy.'' I nervously bit my bottom lip.
"You're lying Kitty!"
"I'm lying?"
"You always bite you're bottom lip when you're lying!"
"I always bite my bottom lip when I'm lying?"
"Kitty why are you repeating everything I say?"
"Why am I repeating everything you..." I stopped right there. I couldn't keep this up for much longer and had to think of something else.
"Honestly Pietro I've been busy. You know helping my dad clear out the attic and other stuff." I gave him large puppy dog eyes and the sweetest, most genuine smile I had.
"You've been too busy to come out or to come over?'' He looked at me quizzically.
"Yeah Pietro, don't you believe me?''
"I guess. Do you know it's been four days since I last saw you?''
"It has. Well I'm sorry." I quickly changed the subject. "Hey, what's that in your hand.''
"Some poem I got. I don't know who it's from. Do you write poetry?''
"No, I hate it," lying again. I desperately tried to avoid chewing on my lower lip. *Curses, this stupid habit of mine.* "Why do you ask?''
"No special reason. Maybe you can read it and between the two of us we can figure out who this is from.''
"Alright.'' I slowly took the envelope from his hand and his fingers touched mine for a brief moment. A bolt of electricity shot up through me but I ignored it and sat down.
I sat there reading the poem I wrote. I felt sick. How could I sit there and not tell him?
"So what do you think?''
"This girl has really got it bad.''
"I'll say but do you know anyone who may have written it? Maybe it's your sister.''
"Maybe, but I could ask her if you want me too.''
"No don't bother, it's not really worth knowing who it is anyways.'' He raised his eyebrow questionly.
It hurt me to hear him say that. "What? Why... why is it not worth knowing?"
"Well you'd think if this girl has got it that bad for me she would at least have the guts to sign her name to it."
"Yeah I guess. But what if she's shy?"
"It doesn't matter Kitty, I don't want to be with someone like that anyway."
I felt my heart shatter into pieces. "Oh... okay."
And we just sat there in silence. Not a word passing between either of us. I wasn't going to tell him now... no way I wasn't. Not after he said all that.
The silence was deafening. I couldn't take it, maybe I should tell him. I don't know.
"Pietro, I need to tell you something.''
"What?'' He turned to look at me a little too anxiously. I had to admit it was a little creepy.
"I... um wrote the poem.''
"I knew it was you.''
"I'm sorry I didn't sign my name but. I just couldn't......... what did you say?''
"I said I knew you wrote it.''
"You knew I wrote it and you let me feel like, look like a total idiot? Reading my own poem and making me feel so guilty about not signing my name and you knew it was me. I feel like such a dope.''
"Ha, ha, you should have seen the expression on your face.''
He was laughing at me. This was war! I concentrated and thought about the saddest thing that ever happened to me and the tears just welled up in my eyes.
"I can't believe you did this to me Pietro." Someone polish my Oscar because this is going to be an award winning performance. "When you said all those things just then my heart completely broke." my voice cracked a bit - ha, this was too much - "you made me feel like a total loser just because I was too nervous to sign my own name," the tears flowing freely now. "I was petrified Pietro, petrified that you wouldn't feel the same way about me and I guess by your initial reaction, you don't." And for the best emotional performance ever the Oscar goes too - Kitty Pryde.
Pietro looked at me, his eyes wide. "Kitty baby I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I was just having a little fun that's all." He placed his arms around me.
His arms felt safe and I didn't want him to let go. However to keep up my little act, I lightly pushed him away and stood up.
"Pietro would you please leave?" I snickered inwardly.
"Kit I'm sorry. Don't be angry, please!" He stood up and walked up behind me. I could hear the hurt in his voice. I guess this had gone far enough.
I spun around and faced him. He wiped my tear stained face and I smiled up at him. I placed a kiss on his cheek and he responded by hugging me tightly.
"I forgive you Pietro."
And we just stood there together, enjoying each other's embrace.
The next morning I woke up with one massive headache. I felt as though someone was bench-pressing 600 pounds on my head. A sneeze and a cough automatically followed. Dad heard me from my room and ran upstairs. He was such a clean freak. Those germ-free, bacteria-free type of guys. It surprised me that even though Dad worked 24-7; the house was still as neat as a pin. He immediately drove me to the doctor. It turned out I had the flu and was requested to stay in bed and drink plenty of fluids. The usual.
It was so boring, lying in my room with absolutely nothing to do and as usual Kory wasn't home. No one to talk to and Dad was at work. The relationship thing between me and Pietro was still a little fuzzy so I couldn't call him. The time passed slowly and I fell asleep. I heard someone calling my name.
"Kitty wake up, I have something for you,'' that thought kept floating around in my head.
When I opened my eyes it was Kory. I really felt sick. I hated her to disturb me but unless I found out what she wanted she would never leave me alone.
"Kit. Wake up Kitty. I've got something for you.''
"What? Why are you disturbing me?"
"Well sorry, but Pietro gave me this letter to give to you. He heard you were sick and wanted you to feel better, or something like that.''
I slowly opened the letter with sweaty palms and a pulsing heart.
"My Sweetest Kit,
I heard you weren't feeling well so I wanted to get you something. It's not anything big but it does show that I miss you a lot. I really wish I could see or at least hear your voice. Well I'm gonna let you get your rest now. I hope you get better soon so I won't go completely out of my mind.
I love you Kitty.
Pietro.
I was speechless. I couldn't breathe. I examined the envelope closely and felt something else in there. I tipped it over and a gold necklace fell out. It was absolutely gorgeous. Kitty was spelt out in cursive letters and each letter was dotted with diamond chips. A diamond filled heart made up the dot for the i.
Just then Kory came out the bathroom and she asked what was in the letter. She wanted to know if there was anything about her.
"Come on Kit, what did he say? Does he like me?''
"This is a note for me Kory! Why does everything always have to be about you! Can't I have friends too!''
"Well, actually how could you? You never get out. But you didn't have to have a fit, I was just asking.''
"As a matter of fact I don't care what you think, if you want to know what was in the note I'll tell you. He just wanted to say that he was sorry to hear I was sick and hopes I feel better soon. Happy now!''
"I don't get it Kitty! Pietro's the first guy that's never even taken me out to dinner after the first time we met. Maybe I'm doing something wrong. Maybe I need to come on a little bit stronger and make myself a little more noticeable. What do you think?''
I rolled my eyes. I didn't have the strength to deal with her right now. "You mean more noticeable than you usually are? I don't know Kory that could be illegal. Plus if Dad found out he'll go ballistic.''
"I don't care, Pietro has got to like me and he will eventually even if it kills him or me. Which ever one comes first.''
"I guess I have a feeling which one will come first." I couldn't be to bothered with Kory though, Pietro's gift was just so totally breathtaking. I couldn't wait to see him again.
TO BE CONTINUED.
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Author's Note: So how was it? I'll update again soon, I promise. I'm aiming for a lot of reviews for this story, so review - that is if you want too, I don't want anyone feeling as though they have an obligation or anything. Thanks and until next time.
Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews you guys, I feel really good about this story now! You guys are just so...*wipes tears from eyes*. Icestorm I've missed you! Where have you been? Well as I promised, here is the next chapter, it's a little more longer than the one before.
I don't own X Men Evolution.
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Over the next two weeks Pietro and I spent alot of time together. Nothing happened and I hadn't told him how I felt as yet but I was working on it. What if he doesn't feel the same way? I mean he does compliment me alot but I'm sure he does that just to be polite. I'm still working on it and while I'm at it maybe I'll work on my low self-esteem too.
I've avoided Pietro for two days now and school starts in four weeks. I can't eat, sleep or do anything I normally do. This is not like me. I never worry and especially about a guy. Tossing and turning all night long, I decided to get a drink of water. I had to do something or else I would never get any sleep. I wrote him a poem. I explained how I felt, although I was too chicken to sign my name. I stuffed it in an envelope and wrote Pietro's name on the front. About five in the morning I went out and slipped it in his mailbox.
I avoided going outside like the plague for another two days. On Friday, the doorbell rang. It was Pietro. I was never so nervous in all my life. I opened the door and he had the letter in his hand. I was so scared.
"Hey, how come you've been avoiding me?''
"I haven't been avoiding you, I've just been really busy.'' I nervously bit my bottom lip.
"You're lying Kitty!"
"I'm lying?"
"You always bite you're bottom lip when you're lying!"
"I always bite my bottom lip when I'm lying?"
"Kitty why are you repeating everything I say?"
"Why am I repeating everything you..." I stopped right there. I couldn't keep this up for much longer and had to think of something else.
"Honestly Pietro I've been busy. You know helping my dad clear out the attic and other stuff." I gave him large puppy dog eyes and the sweetest, most genuine smile I had.
"You've been too busy to come out or to come over?'' He looked at me quizzically.
"Yeah Pietro, don't you believe me?''
"I guess. Do you know it's been four days since I last saw you?''
"It has. Well I'm sorry." I quickly changed the subject. "Hey, what's that in your hand.''
"Some poem I got. I don't know who it's from. Do you write poetry?''
"No, I hate it," lying again. I desperately tried to avoid chewing on my lower lip. *Curses, this stupid habit of mine.* "Why do you ask?''
"No special reason. Maybe you can read it and between the two of us we can figure out who this is from.''
"Alright.'' I slowly took the envelope from his hand and his fingers touched mine for a brief moment. A bolt of electricity shot up through me but I ignored it and sat down.
I sat there reading the poem I wrote. I felt sick. How could I sit there and not tell him?
"So what do you think?''
"This girl has really got it bad.''
"I'll say but do you know anyone who may have written it? Maybe it's your sister.''
"Maybe, but I could ask her if you want me too.''
"No don't bother, it's not really worth knowing who it is anyways.'' He raised his eyebrow questionly.
It hurt me to hear him say that. "What? Why... why is it not worth knowing?"
"Well you'd think if this girl has got it that bad for me she would at least have the guts to sign her name to it."
"Yeah I guess. But what if she's shy?"
"It doesn't matter Kitty, I don't want to be with someone like that anyway."
I felt my heart shatter into pieces. "Oh... okay."
And we just sat there in silence. Not a word passing between either of us. I wasn't going to tell him now... no way I wasn't. Not after he said all that.
The silence was deafening. I couldn't take it, maybe I should tell him. I don't know.
"Pietro, I need to tell you something.''
"What?'' He turned to look at me a little too anxiously. I had to admit it was a little creepy.
"I... um wrote the poem.''
"I knew it was you.''
"I'm sorry I didn't sign my name but. I just couldn't......... what did you say?''
"I said I knew you wrote it.''
"You knew I wrote it and you let me feel like, look like a total idiot? Reading my own poem and making me feel so guilty about not signing my name and you knew it was me. I feel like such a dope.''
"Ha, ha, you should have seen the expression on your face.''
He was laughing at me. This was war! I concentrated and thought about the saddest thing that ever happened to me and the tears just welled up in my eyes.
"I can't believe you did this to me Pietro." Someone polish my Oscar because this is going to be an award winning performance. "When you said all those things just then my heart completely broke." my voice cracked a bit - ha, this was too much - "you made me feel like a total loser just because I was too nervous to sign my own name," the tears flowing freely now. "I was petrified Pietro, petrified that you wouldn't feel the same way about me and I guess by your initial reaction, you don't." And for the best emotional performance ever the Oscar goes too - Kitty Pryde.
Pietro looked at me, his eyes wide. "Kitty baby I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I was just having a little fun that's all." He placed his arms around me.
His arms felt safe and I didn't want him to let go. However to keep up my little act, I lightly pushed him away and stood up.
"Pietro would you please leave?" I snickered inwardly.
"Kit I'm sorry. Don't be angry, please!" He stood up and walked up behind me. I could hear the hurt in his voice. I guess this had gone far enough.
I spun around and faced him. He wiped my tear stained face and I smiled up at him. I placed a kiss on his cheek and he responded by hugging me tightly.
"I forgive you Pietro."
And we just stood there together, enjoying each other's embrace.
The next morning I woke up with one massive headache. I felt as though someone was bench-pressing 600 pounds on my head. A sneeze and a cough automatically followed. Dad heard me from my room and ran upstairs. He was such a clean freak. Those germ-free, bacteria-free type of guys. It surprised me that even though Dad worked 24-7; the house was still as neat as a pin. He immediately drove me to the doctor. It turned out I had the flu and was requested to stay in bed and drink plenty of fluids. The usual.
It was so boring, lying in my room with absolutely nothing to do and as usual Kory wasn't home. No one to talk to and Dad was at work. The relationship thing between me and Pietro was still a little fuzzy so I couldn't call him. The time passed slowly and I fell asleep. I heard someone calling my name.
"Kitty wake up, I have something for you,'' that thought kept floating around in my head.
When I opened my eyes it was Kory. I really felt sick. I hated her to disturb me but unless I found out what she wanted she would never leave me alone.
"Kit. Wake up Kitty. I've got something for you.''
"What? Why are you disturbing me?"
"Well sorry, but Pietro gave me this letter to give to you. He heard you were sick and wanted you to feel better, or something like that.''
I slowly opened the letter with sweaty palms and a pulsing heart.
"My Sweetest Kit,
I heard you weren't feeling well so I wanted to get you something. It's not anything big but it does show that I miss you a lot. I really wish I could see or at least hear your voice. Well I'm gonna let you get your rest now. I hope you get better soon so I won't go completely out of my mind.
I love you Kitty.
Pietro.
I was speechless. I couldn't breathe. I examined the envelope closely and felt something else in there. I tipped it over and a gold necklace fell out. It was absolutely gorgeous. Kitty was spelt out in cursive letters and each letter was dotted with diamond chips. A diamond filled heart made up the dot for the i.
Just then Kory came out the bathroom and she asked what was in the letter. She wanted to know if there was anything about her.
"Come on Kit, what did he say? Does he like me?''
"This is a note for me Kory! Why does everything always have to be about you! Can't I have friends too!''
"Well, actually how could you? You never get out. But you didn't have to have a fit, I was just asking.''
"As a matter of fact I don't care what you think, if you want to know what was in the note I'll tell you. He just wanted to say that he was sorry to hear I was sick and hopes I feel better soon. Happy now!''
"I don't get it Kitty! Pietro's the first guy that's never even taken me out to dinner after the first time we met. Maybe I'm doing something wrong. Maybe I need to come on a little bit stronger and make myself a little more noticeable. What do you think?''
I rolled my eyes. I didn't have the strength to deal with her right now. "You mean more noticeable than you usually are? I don't know Kory that could be illegal. Plus if Dad found out he'll go ballistic.''
"I don't care, Pietro has got to like me and he will eventually even if it kills him or me. Which ever one comes first.''
"I guess I have a feeling which one will come first." I couldn't be to bothered with Kory though, Pietro's gift was just so totally breathtaking. I couldn't wait to see him again.
TO BE CONTINUED.
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Author's Note: So how was it? I'll update again soon, I promise. I'm aiming for a lot of reviews for this story, so review - that is if you want too, I don't want anyone feeling as though they have an obligation or anything. Thanks and until next time.