A/N: This is where I stopped writing this story before I posted it on
FF.net. I really really need reviews now!
Chapter 11: The Bet
"Lance, they're in there! Shhh!" Bobby whispered. He and Lance were standing outside 'Scary Movie'. Bobby had ran in and checked to see if Rogue and Jubilee really were in the theater. He saw them sitting in the fourth row with popcorn. And the theater was empty.
"Well, what row are they in?" Lance asked as he and Bobby entered the theater.
"They're in the fourth row. We can really get 'em good there!" Bobby snickered. Suddenly, Lance's eyes widened.
"Hey Bobby wait!" he whispered. Bobby turned around. "What if we do go through with this prank. We'd have a good laugh, right?" Bobby nodded. "But do you really think icing their drinks and popcorn is a good idea to get in good with Rogue? And not that I care but what about Jubilee? She'd be really mad at me—er—you! Right?" Bobby tilted his head in thought. He hadn't thought of that. In fact, at the time of planning the prank, he hadn't really cared.
"Oh man!" Bobby said.
"'Oh man!' what?"
"How did you know I like Rogue? I didn't tell anyone!" Lance rolled his eyes.
"Man, it's so obvious. Every time she walks past you, your eyes bug out." Bobby looked away sheepishly.
"Yeah, well so? And what about you and Jubilee?" Bobby asked with a devilish gleam in his eye. Lance suddenly became very interested in the nearby trash can.
"What're you talking about?" Lance asked nervously. Bobby smirked.
"Don't play dumb Alvers. I saw how you two were looking at each other earlier today. It was like you and her were having sex with your eyes, or something." Lance frowned. He didn't think anyone caught sight of that.
"Okay. Let's make a deal. I bet you I could get Jubilee to fall in love with before Rogue falls in love with you. If you win then I have to take everyone out to dinner. My treat. Shake on it?" Lance smiled evilly. He knew Bobby was at a huge disadvantage for three reasons. One: Rogue always holds a grudge, considering she was already holding one from that stunt Bobby pulled with the ice balls. Two: Jubilee was already starting to warm up him. And Three: Rogue was about as approachable as pheumonia. He stuck out his hand.
"Deal!" Bobby said as he shook Lance's hand. Lance grinned.
He'd win this bet even if it killed him. But wait. Wouldn't that mean that he'd hurt Jubilee in the process? Lance really didn't want that. 'I just won't allow myself to fall in love with her. Yeah! If I don't fall in love, she won't get hurt.'
Or will she?.... or better yet, had he already fallen in love?
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
"C'mon, Pryde! Open up! I wanna talk to you!"
No answer.
"Pryde!"
"My name is Kitty! Now go away!"
"Oh, fine! KITTY, can I please talk to you?" Kitty phased through the door and grabbed Pietro by his shirt, taking him with her.
"Now, what do you want?" Kitty asked, annoyed. Pietro suddenly grinned, causing Kitty to become very nervous. He slowly took steps toward Kitty, as she backed away. Straight into a corner. Pietro had cornered Kitty by putting his arms on either side of her. He huskily whispered in her ear.
"Kitty... I know you want me. I want you..." Kitty had the over whelming urge to phase through him. As she did, Pietro caught a whiff of her shampoo. To him, it was intoxicatingly addictive. He shuddered as the weird sensation of his atoms being closed together ran through him. He turned toward Kitty who had a very annoyed expression.
"Pietro, I don't know what the hell is wrong with you, but I don't want to be apart of it." Pietro put on his best innocent face.
"Kitty, babe, what are you talking about?" he asked sweetly.
"I'm not your 'babe'! Get out!" she yelled. Pietro turned around and smirked smugly.
"You know Pryde, you really oughta loosen up. No wonder you can't get a date. I was just being friendly out there you know. I knew it was you the whole time." He lied. Kitty looked hurt for about two seconds before exploding.
"Look, Maximoff! You said you wanted to talk! And I hardly count critizizing me as talking! Maybe I can't loosen up!" Kitty shrieked, her light blue eyes clouding with anger. Pietro who was heading toward the door, stopped and turned around.
"Hey Pryde, did you know you look sexy when you're mad?" Kitty shrieked and threw a pillow at his head, which he easily caught. Pietro tossed the pillow aside and walked out laughing evilly at Kitty's outburst.
"Damn, that was fun! Annoying Pryde is gonna be way easier than I thought!" he said aloud. He walked down to his room and entered. Looking at the clock he grinned. 4:58 pm.
'The day sure goes by when you're teasing beautiful girls. Beautiful? Where'd that come from? Kitty isn't beautiful. Pretty maybe, but not beautiful. Ok, ok, so she was gorgeous! Gimme a break! The day I admit to anyone that I think Kitty is pretty, is the day hell freezes over. Yeah, she's pretty, so? That doesn't mean anything. Nope, not a thing.'
A/N: Whaddaya think? Bad good? I had fun writing this chapter! Next Chapter: Lance, Bobby, Rogue, and Jubilee go to the club! And get drunk!
Chapter 11: The Bet
"Lance, they're in there! Shhh!" Bobby whispered. He and Lance were standing outside 'Scary Movie'. Bobby had ran in and checked to see if Rogue and Jubilee really were in the theater. He saw them sitting in the fourth row with popcorn. And the theater was empty.
"Well, what row are they in?" Lance asked as he and Bobby entered the theater.
"They're in the fourth row. We can really get 'em good there!" Bobby snickered. Suddenly, Lance's eyes widened.
"Hey Bobby wait!" he whispered. Bobby turned around. "What if we do go through with this prank. We'd have a good laugh, right?" Bobby nodded. "But do you really think icing their drinks and popcorn is a good idea to get in good with Rogue? And not that I care but what about Jubilee? She'd be really mad at me—er—you! Right?" Bobby tilted his head in thought. He hadn't thought of that. In fact, at the time of planning the prank, he hadn't really cared.
"Oh man!" Bobby said.
"'Oh man!' what?"
"How did you know I like Rogue? I didn't tell anyone!" Lance rolled his eyes.
"Man, it's so obvious. Every time she walks past you, your eyes bug out." Bobby looked away sheepishly.
"Yeah, well so? And what about you and Jubilee?" Bobby asked with a devilish gleam in his eye. Lance suddenly became very interested in the nearby trash can.
"What're you talking about?" Lance asked nervously. Bobby smirked.
"Don't play dumb Alvers. I saw how you two were looking at each other earlier today. It was like you and her were having sex with your eyes, or something." Lance frowned. He didn't think anyone caught sight of that.
"Okay. Let's make a deal. I bet you I could get Jubilee to fall in love with before Rogue falls in love with you. If you win then I have to take everyone out to dinner. My treat. Shake on it?" Lance smiled evilly. He knew Bobby was at a huge disadvantage for three reasons. One: Rogue always holds a grudge, considering she was already holding one from that stunt Bobby pulled with the ice balls. Two: Jubilee was already starting to warm up him. And Three: Rogue was about as approachable as pheumonia. He stuck out his hand.
"Deal!" Bobby said as he shook Lance's hand. Lance grinned.
He'd win this bet even if it killed him. But wait. Wouldn't that mean that he'd hurt Jubilee in the process? Lance really didn't want that. 'I just won't allow myself to fall in love with her. Yeah! If I don't fall in love, she won't get hurt.'
Or will she?.... or better yet, had he already fallen in love?
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
"C'mon, Pryde! Open up! I wanna talk to you!"
No answer.
"Pryde!"
"My name is Kitty! Now go away!"
"Oh, fine! KITTY, can I please talk to you?" Kitty phased through the door and grabbed Pietro by his shirt, taking him with her.
"Now, what do you want?" Kitty asked, annoyed. Pietro suddenly grinned, causing Kitty to become very nervous. He slowly took steps toward Kitty, as she backed away. Straight into a corner. Pietro had cornered Kitty by putting his arms on either side of her. He huskily whispered in her ear.
"Kitty... I know you want me. I want you..." Kitty had the over whelming urge to phase through him. As she did, Pietro caught a whiff of her shampoo. To him, it was intoxicatingly addictive. He shuddered as the weird sensation of his atoms being closed together ran through him. He turned toward Kitty who had a very annoyed expression.
"Pietro, I don't know what the hell is wrong with you, but I don't want to be apart of it." Pietro put on his best innocent face.
"Kitty, babe, what are you talking about?" he asked sweetly.
"I'm not your 'babe'! Get out!" she yelled. Pietro turned around and smirked smugly.
"You know Pryde, you really oughta loosen up. No wonder you can't get a date. I was just being friendly out there you know. I knew it was you the whole time." He lied. Kitty looked hurt for about two seconds before exploding.
"Look, Maximoff! You said you wanted to talk! And I hardly count critizizing me as talking! Maybe I can't loosen up!" Kitty shrieked, her light blue eyes clouding with anger. Pietro who was heading toward the door, stopped and turned around.
"Hey Pryde, did you know you look sexy when you're mad?" Kitty shrieked and threw a pillow at his head, which he easily caught. Pietro tossed the pillow aside and walked out laughing evilly at Kitty's outburst.
"Damn, that was fun! Annoying Pryde is gonna be way easier than I thought!" he said aloud. He walked down to his room and entered. Looking at the clock he grinned. 4:58 pm.
'The day sure goes by when you're teasing beautiful girls. Beautiful? Where'd that come from? Kitty isn't beautiful. Pretty maybe, but not beautiful. Ok, ok, so she was gorgeous! Gimme a break! The day I admit to anyone that I think Kitty is pretty, is the day hell freezes over. Yeah, she's pretty, so? That doesn't mean anything. Nope, not a thing.'
A/N: Whaddaya think? Bad good? I had fun writing this chapter! Next Chapter: Lance, Bobby, Rogue, and Jubilee go to the club! And get drunk!