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"What? Maximoff, are you deaf? I asked if I could borrow Kitty for a dance?" Lance asked, irritation showing in his brown eyes.
Pietro narrowed his eyes, his hand still firmly on Kitty's arm. "And I said no, are ~you~ deaf?"
Kitty looked at him as if he'd suddenly started singing opera. What the hell was he doing? She stared at Pietro, unsure of whether she ought to be flattered or pissed off. She settled for the latter. Sending Lance an apologetic smile, she dragged Pietro away to the side, her eyes flashing.
"What are you doing?" Kitty whispered. Pietro sighed heavily as if dealing with an exasperating five-year-old child.
"Have you forgotten the way he dumped you? Sheesh, he asks you to dance, and you go running," Pietro said disgustedly. "You have to make him work for it." Kitty narrowed her eyes for him.
"For your kind information, I was ~NOT~ running. You didn't even let me answer for myself before you opened your big mouth!" Kitty said angrily. "That's so typical of you!"
Pietro could feel a flush of anger as he stared down at her... She really was pretty..beautiful, even, he mused suddenly. And totally annoying, Pietro tried to remind himself as he caught himself admiring her.for the 3rd time that night. "Typical of ME, Pryde. Well, you sure didn't seem to mind when Lance asked to "borrow" you, as if you were a pencil or something!" Pietro retorted.
"He didn't mean it like that!" Kitty said hotly.
"Then what way did he mean it? Do you actually find that appealing?" Pietro countered. Kitty could feel herself getting furious. She hated it when he had a point.
"What about Siren, she throws you over for Lance. And then, like, less than a week later she comes sniffing around you! Do you find ~that~ appealing?!" Kitty retorted.
"I asked you first," Pietro said irritatingly, a lock of his silver hair falling appealingly on his forehead. Kitty shook her head when she caught herself staring at it. The day she started mooning over Pietro..Kitty shuddered at the thought.
"No, I don't find it appealing," Kitty admitted. Pietro smirked.
"I knew it." Kitty glared at him.
"What about you?" Kitty asked, wondering why she even cared. Pietro looked uncomfortable for a few seconds, but the trademark arrogance eased back as he laughed.
"Why, are you jealous?" Pietro challenged, evading the question.
"In your dreams Maximoff!" Kitty huffed, crossing her arms.
"Ahem," Lance's voice sounded in front of them. "Something wrong?"
Both Kitty and Pietro froze, and plastered identical smiles on their face.
"No, no way!" Pietro said smoothly, and wrapped a muscular arm around Kitty's waist pulling her so close that she blushed despite herself. Lance's mouth tightened and Kitty bit her lip.
"Is there a reason why you're holding me so close?" Kitty teased, and was baffled to see the normally cool Pietro flush a little. Is he.blushing? Kitty marveled, smiling inwardly at the thought. But it was gone in a flash.
"Get your mind out of the gutter Pryde," Pietro said through clenched teeth. Kitty felt a stab of hurt and shook it off stubbornly, glaring openly at him. "We're supposed to be boyfriend and girlfriend," he added, with a look at her.
"Boyfriend and girlfriend, ~not~ husband and wife," Kitty whispered evenly, and saw a flicker of irritation in his eyes. She met his gaze squarely, almost tuning out Lance and Siren.
"Maybe you two have some issues to work out," Siren's annoying voice trilled in the background, and snuggled up to Lance again.
"We don't have any ~issues~ to work out. We're just fine, better than fine actually," Kitty retorted, and exchanged a brief worried look with Pietro.
"Yeah Siren, you and I were headed for Splitsville anyway, Pryde's more my type," Pietro said offhandedly. Kitty groaned inwardly as she saw Siren smirk.
"You call your girlfriend by her last name? That's real romantic," Siren tittered, and Kitty groaned again when she saw Lance smirking as well. Pietro swallowed and flashed Kitty a sheepish grin. Kitty was too mortified and furious to even look at him. The nerve of him! Kitty fumed, as she stood rooted in place. She should have known this would never have worked!
"We have to go," Kitty said, trying to salvage the situation with a quick exit. Lance stared at her, but then turned back to Siren with a smile. Great, Kitty thought sarcastically.
"Yeah, we're done with this weak party," Pietro tossed, but it was obvious that the damage was already done.
"Lancey-poo and I understand. It's probably Kitty's bedtime already, hmm?" Siren challenged. Kitty swallowed her fury as Siren tossed her hair and laughed again at her expense. Pietro narrowed his eyes and looked at Siren as if he'd never seen her before.
Kitty turned and stormed out the doors, not even bothering to respond. Pietro ran after her, catching up to her easily. "Kitty, Kitty, wait!" Pietro called. Kitty set her lips and walked past him to his car. Pietro slid in front of her and effectively blocked her from going any further. "Listen, Kitty," Pietro began, his blue eyes penitent.
"Oh so now it's 'Kitty'? What a great time to finally remember my NAME!" Kitty yelled, losing her cool finally.
"Alright, I screwed up," Pietro admitted reluctantly. "But it's just a minor setback-,"
"Minor setback?! Siren and Lance are probably in there laughing themselves sick at our expense!" Kitty shouted, her brown eyes flashing with hurt. Pietro felt a pang of guilt. "And if they thought we were faking yesterday, they know for sure now!" Kitty continued, and opened the passenger door angrily.
Pietro sighed and zipped to the other side, settling into the driver's seat before turning to her. "They don't have a clue alright? Lance and Siren aren't the brightest tools in the shed, we just have to come up with a better plan-," Pietro began, starting the car.
"I am SO through with your plans, since all they do is end up blowing up in our faces!" Kitty countered. Pietro's blue eyes flashed with irritation.
"Look I admitted I screwed up, but it figures you have to rub it in! You just LOVE being right all the time don't you..PRYDE?" Pietro threw in, for the sole purpose of irritating her. It worked, Pietro thought satisfaction, watching Kitty's face flush prettily again.
"Just drive before I kill you, Maximoff," Kitty snapped. They drove in a smoldering, hostile, uncomfortable silence, frequently exchanging glares. When they stopped in front of the X-mansion, Pietro wondered briefly if he should get out and open the door for her. It seemed like a nice thing to do...the sound of a door slamming alerted Pietro to the fact that Kitty had already gotten out. So much for that idea, Pietro thought irritated as well, as he opened his own door and stepped out.
"What are you doing?" Kitty asked irritated as Pietro followed her into the mansion grounds.
"I'm walking you to the door, Pryde, don't read more into it," Pietro said coolly, walking beside her. Kitty bit her lip, silently fuming at his trademark smirk back in place. She might have forgiven him had he not been such a total jerk! To think she'd thought he was genuinely sorry, he'd even looked like he was going to apologize! 'Maximoff's don't apologize,' Kitty remembered, angrily remembering his words.
"Don't bother, I think I'm perfectly capable of walking 30 feet without getting lost," Kitty snapped.
"Are you sure?" Pietro retorted. Kitty stomped the last few steps up to the mansion and whirled to face him.
"You know, pretend or otherwise, you are the worst boyfriend in the world!" Kitty spat, her silky hair spilling onto one shoulder.
"Well you're no dream date either! I'd rather face teeth extraction than go out with you again!" Pietro yelled back, stung by her words.
Kitty opened the door with her key, and crossed her arms furiously in front of her. "Don't worry, because I'm ignoring you!" Kitty snapped, her pink lips set in an angry line.
"Best of luck with that!" Pietro tossed back sarcastically, and was met with a door slamming in his face.
I was right, there was no way this was going to work out, Kitty thought, as she stormed to her room. Her heart felt like lead, she was close to tears, but the disturbing part was the worst thing that had happened all evening was her fight with Pietro.
"What? Maximoff, are you deaf? I asked if I could borrow Kitty for a dance?" Lance asked, irritation showing in his brown eyes.
Pietro narrowed his eyes, his hand still firmly on Kitty's arm. "And I said no, are ~you~ deaf?"
Kitty looked at him as if he'd suddenly started singing opera. What the hell was he doing? She stared at Pietro, unsure of whether she ought to be flattered or pissed off. She settled for the latter. Sending Lance an apologetic smile, she dragged Pietro away to the side, her eyes flashing.
"What are you doing?" Kitty whispered. Pietro sighed heavily as if dealing with an exasperating five-year-old child.
"Have you forgotten the way he dumped you? Sheesh, he asks you to dance, and you go running," Pietro said disgustedly. "You have to make him work for it." Kitty narrowed her eyes for him.
"For your kind information, I was ~NOT~ running. You didn't even let me answer for myself before you opened your big mouth!" Kitty said angrily. "That's so typical of you!"
Pietro could feel a flush of anger as he stared down at her... She really was pretty..beautiful, even, he mused suddenly. And totally annoying, Pietro tried to remind himself as he caught himself admiring her.for the 3rd time that night. "Typical of ME, Pryde. Well, you sure didn't seem to mind when Lance asked to "borrow" you, as if you were a pencil or something!" Pietro retorted.
"He didn't mean it like that!" Kitty said hotly.
"Then what way did he mean it? Do you actually find that appealing?" Pietro countered. Kitty could feel herself getting furious. She hated it when he had a point.
"What about Siren, she throws you over for Lance. And then, like, less than a week later she comes sniffing around you! Do you find ~that~ appealing?!" Kitty retorted.
"I asked you first," Pietro said irritatingly, a lock of his silver hair falling appealingly on his forehead. Kitty shook her head when she caught herself staring at it. The day she started mooning over Pietro..Kitty shuddered at the thought.
"No, I don't find it appealing," Kitty admitted. Pietro smirked.
"I knew it." Kitty glared at him.
"What about you?" Kitty asked, wondering why she even cared. Pietro looked uncomfortable for a few seconds, but the trademark arrogance eased back as he laughed.
"Why, are you jealous?" Pietro challenged, evading the question.
"In your dreams Maximoff!" Kitty huffed, crossing her arms.
"Ahem," Lance's voice sounded in front of them. "Something wrong?"
Both Kitty and Pietro froze, and plastered identical smiles on their face.
"No, no way!" Pietro said smoothly, and wrapped a muscular arm around Kitty's waist pulling her so close that she blushed despite herself. Lance's mouth tightened and Kitty bit her lip.
"Is there a reason why you're holding me so close?" Kitty teased, and was baffled to see the normally cool Pietro flush a little. Is he.blushing? Kitty marveled, smiling inwardly at the thought. But it was gone in a flash.
"Get your mind out of the gutter Pryde," Pietro said through clenched teeth. Kitty felt a stab of hurt and shook it off stubbornly, glaring openly at him. "We're supposed to be boyfriend and girlfriend," he added, with a look at her.
"Boyfriend and girlfriend, ~not~ husband and wife," Kitty whispered evenly, and saw a flicker of irritation in his eyes. She met his gaze squarely, almost tuning out Lance and Siren.
"Maybe you two have some issues to work out," Siren's annoying voice trilled in the background, and snuggled up to Lance again.
"We don't have any ~issues~ to work out. We're just fine, better than fine actually," Kitty retorted, and exchanged a brief worried look with Pietro.
"Yeah Siren, you and I were headed for Splitsville anyway, Pryde's more my type," Pietro said offhandedly. Kitty groaned inwardly as she saw Siren smirk.
"You call your girlfriend by her last name? That's real romantic," Siren tittered, and Kitty groaned again when she saw Lance smirking as well. Pietro swallowed and flashed Kitty a sheepish grin. Kitty was too mortified and furious to even look at him. The nerve of him! Kitty fumed, as she stood rooted in place. She should have known this would never have worked!
"We have to go," Kitty said, trying to salvage the situation with a quick exit. Lance stared at her, but then turned back to Siren with a smile. Great, Kitty thought sarcastically.
"Yeah, we're done with this weak party," Pietro tossed, but it was obvious that the damage was already done.
"Lancey-poo and I understand. It's probably Kitty's bedtime already, hmm?" Siren challenged. Kitty swallowed her fury as Siren tossed her hair and laughed again at her expense. Pietro narrowed his eyes and looked at Siren as if he'd never seen her before.
Kitty turned and stormed out the doors, not even bothering to respond. Pietro ran after her, catching up to her easily. "Kitty, Kitty, wait!" Pietro called. Kitty set her lips and walked past him to his car. Pietro slid in front of her and effectively blocked her from going any further. "Listen, Kitty," Pietro began, his blue eyes penitent.
"Oh so now it's 'Kitty'? What a great time to finally remember my NAME!" Kitty yelled, losing her cool finally.
"Alright, I screwed up," Pietro admitted reluctantly. "But it's just a minor setback-,"
"Minor setback?! Siren and Lance are probably in there laughing themselves sick at our expense!" Kitty shouted, her brown eyes flashing with hurt. Pietro felt a pang of guilt. "And if they thought we were faking yesterday, they know for sure now!" Kitty continued, and opened the passenger door angrily.
Pietro sighed and zipped to the other side, settling into the driver's seat before turning to her. "They don't have a clue alright? Lance and Siren aren't the brightest tools in the shed, we just have to come up with a better plan-," Pietro began, starting the car.
"I am SO through with your plans, since all they do is end up blowing up in our faces!" Kitty countered. Pietro's blue eyes flashed with irritation.
"Look I admitted I screwed up, but it figures you have to rub it in! You just LOVE being right all the time don't you..PRYDE?" Pietro threw in, for the sole purpose of irritating her. It worked, Pietro thought satisfaction, watching Kitty's face flush prettily again.
"Just drive before I kill you, Maximoff," Kitty snapped. They drove in a smoldering, hostile, uncomfortable silence, frequently exchanging glares. When they stopped in front of the X-mansion, Pietro wondered briefly if he should get out and open the door for her. It seemed like a nice thing to do...the sound of a door slamming alerted Pietro to the fact that Kitty had already gotten out. So much for that idea, Pietro thought irritated as well, as he opened his own door and stepped out.
"What are you doing?" Kitty asked irritated as Pietro followed her into the mansion grounds.
"I'm walking you to the door, Pryde, don't read more into it," Pietro said coolly, walking beside her. Kitty bit her lip, silently fuming at his trademark smirk back in place. She might have forgiven him had he not been such a total jerk! To think she'd thought he was genuinely sorry, he'd even looked like he was going to apologize! 'Maximoff's don't apologize,' Kitty remembered, angrily remembering his words.
"Don't bother, I think I'm perfectly capable of walking 30 feet without getting lost," Kitty snapped.
"Are you sure?" Pietro retorted. Kitty stomped the last few steps up to the mansion and whirled to face him.
"You know, pretend or otherwise, you are the worst boyfriend in the world!" Kitty spat, her silky hair spilling onto one shoulder.
"Well you're no dream date either! I'd rather face teeth extraction than go out with you again!" Pietro yelled back, stung by her words.
Kitty opened the door with her key, and crossed her arms furiously in front of her. "Don't worry, because I'm ignoring you!" Kitty snapped, her pink lips set in an angry line.
"Best of luck with that!" Pietro tossed back sarcastically, and was met with a door slamming in his face.
I was right, there was no way this was going to work out, Kitty thought, as she stormed to her room. Her heart felt like lead, she was close to tears, but the disturbing part was the worst thing that had happened all evening was her fight with Pietro.