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"Hmm...Magneto, Gambit, Colossus...Pyro! Here we are!"
Tabitha clicked on the link on the computer screen, taking herself to the information page dedicated to St John Allerdyce. Amara sat beside her, reading intently.
"'...may be mentally unstable.'" Tabby giggled a bit. "Nobody who's that good looking can be perfectly sane, but it does explain his randomness."
Amara thought back for a moment, unconsciously rubbing her lips as she did so. Tabby noticed and smirked, but Amara didn't notice.
"He didn't come across as being super-crazy, just maybe a little hyper." She frowned, and added, "Hyper in an evil sort of way."
"Hey, look at this! He's nineteen." Tabby waggled her eyebrows at Amara, who considered slapping her friend but decided against it.
"Good thing that you turned seventeen in January. He's only two years older than you! That's perfect..." Tabby sat back and looked at her friend critically. "So when's the engagement party?"
"Tabitha..." Amara silently vowed to herself, right that moment, that she would NOT fall in love with the pyromaniac, if only for the reason that Tabitha kept teasing her about him.
Pyro yawned and stretched, feeling only marginal pain in the more intimate parts of his anatomy. He glanced at the window; judging by the sky it was either early evening or early morning. He decided on early morning as Remy's voice floated in through the window; belting out a French drinking song in a slurred voice. He had slept for several hours, then.
Feeling slight warmth right over his heart, he looked down at his front, and smiled. The tiny fire maiden he had created was curled up on his bare chest, emitting minute puffs of smoke whenever she exhaled. It was a wonder she hadn't burned his room down.
He groped under his pillow with his hand, retrieved his lighter and flicked it open. The fire maiden got up and trotted obediently into the heart of the flame, blowing him a kiss before merging completely. He snapped the lighter closed and levered himself into a sitting position on the edge of his bed.
"Pyro—"
"Wah!" St John jumped as Pietro stuck his head around the door.
"Magneto's called a meeting. Be there in five." Quicksilver paused before withdrawing his head. "And put a shirt on for goodness' sakes."
The sunny morning had turned into an ominously overcast afternoon. Despite this fact, Amara decided to take a walk; Bobby was getting on her nerves again with his corny jokes and silly pranks. Solitude was needed, especially since she needed to sort out her feelings. And write some more.
Grabbing her notebook and a pen, Amara made her way out to the mansion's grounds. After nearly getting fried by Berserker as he chased after Cannonball, she decided to seek refuge in her clearing in Bayville Park.
She was a little nervous, but then told herself to stop being stupid. Just because Pyro showed up once doesn't mean he'd do it again. Besides, she'd know better now. It was highly doubtful that the pyromaniac would show up; what reason did he have?
Amara pushed her way through the bushes until she reached her small glade. Settling herself in between the roots of an old maple, she got her story out and started writing. A drop fell onto her page; she looked up at the sky and scowled. Rain was the last thing she needed right now. The sky was heavily cloudy, but there didn't seem to be any more water forthcoming.
Good.
She turned back to her story.
St John trailed behind Colossus on his way to the kitchen after the general meeting. He hated those meetings; his attention wandered after the first five minutes, leaving him bored and restless. And why did Magneto call them so bloody early? And why did they go on for so bloody long?
He grabbed himself a snack from the fridge and threw himself down on the couch, flipping on the TV before....
"Mon ami, you know dat de couch is Remy's non?"
Pyro sighed exasperatedly; the Cajun stood right in his line of vision, totally blocking the TV screen.
"Remy's terribly sorry, mon ami, but it's either off de couch or on your back." A wicked smirk formed on Gambit's face. Last time Pyro and himself had disagreed over the couch rights, the Aussie had gotten royally beat to a pulp.
"Awright, foine. Wasn't anything good on anyways." Pyro got up and stalked outside.
He looked up. The sky was clouded over, making the world seem drab and boring. He decided to take a walk; the fresh air would be good for him, and he needed to think about Amara Aquilla.
He had decided that she was much too fun just to let go.
A/N: Here's my really boring filler chapter to set up the circumstances for our little lovebirds' meeting. Oh, and I made Amara 17-ish, cause her character is pretty mature and stuff. Whatever. ;)
Anna: How's this for speedy? Lol. Thanks for the affirmation of the accent-ness.
Ima Super Mute Ant: I love your name!! Haha, glad you like the story. I love Amyro's....If you know any good ones, tell me okay? There's not enough of them on ff.net...:)
The Son of Logan and Ororo: Thank-you for the accent affirmation. Your brother in law is Australian? That's cool!