A.N: Wow, I'm actually getting a chance to write! Hooray. Okay I DON'T OWN
A SINGLE THING!!!
The two stared at each other for about two seconds untill Rahne, with a cry of disgust kicked him off of her. He stood up, as did Rahne.
"What the hell do you think your doing?" Rahne snapped.
"Me? I just ran downstairs for some clothes," he pointed to the pile, "What are you doing here?"
"Professor Xavier sent me," she muttered. He glared.
"You're the person who's evaluating... oh this is insane. GET OUT!" he started to push her toward the door. Rahne snarled and pushed him away from her.
"Professor Xavier sent me here to do a job, and I won't leave untill I've done it. You got it buster?" she yelled her voice rising. Pietro gave her a scared sort of look, and backed off further. He felt kind of stupid while doing so. She was eleven inches shorter then him.
"Whatever," he muttered. He grabbed the pile of laundry, and raced upstairs. Thirty seconds later he ran back. Fully clothed I might add. Rahne was still standing by her bag.
"I'll show you to your room," he muttered, grabbing her bag in one hand, and her arm in the other. He dragged her up the stairs.
Rahne looked around as he dragged her up the stairs. She hadn't seen anything this dirty since she was in Scottland. Everything was gray, and dusty. A spiderweb hit her in the face, coating her face with the sticky stuff. She clawed at it with her free hand. Pietro grinned cheekily at her.
"Oops, my bad." She glared at him. He seemed unconcerned. "Hopefully that web didn't come with a spider. Toad ate one once. It wasn't pretty. He was barfing the whole night." Rahne glanced around hoping she didn't have a spider crawling on her. There weren't.
They stopped at a door.
"This is your room Cujo. Enjoy," he started walking down the hall. Rahne put her hand on the knob, and then gave a start. Cujo?
"Hey!" she called down the hall. Pietro turned. "How did you know I'm a werewolf?" she snapped suspicously. He smiled smugly.
"I've read your files, Rahne, there are loads of stuff I know about you. For instance, you sleep with a bear named Mr. Fluffy." he started to walk down the stairs. "Hey, by the way, I'm Pietro." Rahne gave him a horrified look.
"You know about Mr. Fluffy?" she asked, but he was already gone. She sighed, and opened the door to her room, and walked inside.
It was a dump. The carpet was stained and faded. The walls were bare, ugly, and obviously hadn't been painted in years. It was doubtful anyone had been in this room for many many years. Rahne set her bag down on the bed. A puff of dust rose up making Rahne cough. She ran her finger down the wall and looked at it. It had turned a dark gray. She gave the room one last look and then walked downstairs.
Once Pietro got downstairs he began racing back and fourth. He had had (this is not a typo) no idea that the person who was going to evaluate him was a chick, and a chick from Xavier's at that. She was kinda cute if you thought about it... ewww there was no way in hell he was going to be like Lance and date a chick from Xavier's. He decided to go out and get away from the house. He ended up running.
Rahne stood at the edge of her room with her duster, paint, and paintbrushes. She stripped her bed, and hung the comforter and the mattress outside. She took an exceptionally large stick and began beating the mattress, watching the huge puffs of dust come flying off it. After that she dusted her room, put the mattress back in, put on fresh sheets, and replaced the comforter.
It was four o' clock by the time Pietro came back. He was carrying a bunch of groceries. He set them down on the kitchen table. He gave a start. The floor was clean.
"What the hell?" he yelled. Since when was the floor clean. He ran up to Rahne's room, and opened the door. Rahne was painting the walls midnight blue. She turned.
"Don't you knock?" she muttered.
"What did you do to the kitchen, and what are you doing to this room?" he yelled.
"This room was not even livable. I just spruced it up a bit. I found the paint in the basement, and when I passed the kitchen I decided I might as well mop the floor." Pietro was impressed, but he would have rather eaten Blob's boxers then to admit it.
"I'm going to go eat dinner," he declared from lack of anything else to say.
"Oh, I'm boiling water for spaghetti," Rahne said, putting down her paintbrush. Pietro screamed, ran into his room, and locked his door. There was no way he was going to eat this girl's food. She would probably poison him or something. Who did she think she was? Cooking in someone else's house. Well he didn't have to eat her food. He could just go down there and eat a salad. Yeah, that's what he would do. He opened the door, and was immediately hit with the smell of spaghetti. He raced down the stairs and peeked into the kitchen. Rahne was in there eating a plate of spaghetti. He walked in and instead of making a salad, walked to the phone and ordered a large cheese pizza. When he was done he turned to find Rahne looking at him.
"Do you eat pizza every night?" He narrowed his eyes at her.
"No, not every night," he snapped. She snorted into her food.
That night Pietro was unable to sleep. He tossed and turned. Suddenly he sat straight up in bed. Oh no. She didn't! He ran out of his room, and into Rahne's. He shook her awake.
"WHERE IS MR. REX?!!!" he screamed.
"What?" she asked rubbing her eyes.
"WHERE IS MY DINASOUR?" he screamed. Rahne rolled her eyes.
"I don't know!" he grabbed her arm and dragged her into his room.
"IT WAS RIGHT HERE!" he yelled, pointing to a spot on his bed. Rahne got on hands and knees and looked under the bed?
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" he yelled. Rahne pulled a stuffed dinosaur out from under the bed.
"Is this Mr. Rex?" she asked. He grabbed it and hugged it.
"Um, you can go back to bed now," he said. He crawled back into bed, and snuggled up to Mr. Rex. Rahne smiled in spite of herself, and then walked back to bed.
A.N: Mr. Snuggles? I want to get a bear and name it Mr. Snuggles. Thanks to my reviewers. You rock!
The two stared at each other for about two seconds untill Rahne, with a cry of disgust kicked him off of her. He stood up, as did Rahne.
"What the hell do you think your doing?" Rahne snapped.
"Me? I just ran downstairs for some clothes," he pointed to the pile, "What are you doing here?"
"Professor Xavier sent me," she muttered. He glared.
"You're the person who's evaluating... oh this is insane. GET OUT!" he started to push her toward the door. Rahne snarled and pushed him away from her.
"Professor Xavier sent me here to do a job, and I won't leave untill I've done it. You got it buster?" she yelled her voice rising. Pietro gave her a scared sort of look, and backed off further. He felt kind of stupid while doing so. She was eleven inches shorter then him.
"Whatever," he muttered. He grabbed the pile of laundry, and raced upstairs. Thirty seconds later he ran back. Fully clothed I might add. Rahne was still standing by her bag.
"I'll show you to your room," he muttered, grabbing her bag in one hand, and her arm in the other. He dragged her up the stairs.
Rahne looked around as he dragged her up the stairs. She hadn't seen anything this dirty since she was in Scottland. Everything was gray, and dusty. A spiderweb hit her in the face, coating her face with the sticky stuff. She clawed at it with her free hand. Pietro grinned cheekily at her.
"Oops, my bad." She glared at him. He seemed unconcerned. "Hopefully that web didn't come with a spider. Toad ate one once. It wasn't pretty. He was barfing the whole night." Rahne glanced around hoping she didn't have a spider crawling on her. There weren't.
They stopped at a door.
"This is your room Cujo. Enjoy," he started walking down the hall. Rahne put her hand on the knob, and then gave a start. Cujo?
"Hey!" she called down the hall. Pietro turned. "How did you know I'm a werewolf?" she snapped suspicously. He smiled smugly.
"I've read your files, Rahne, there are loads of stuff I know about you. For instance, you sleep with a bear named Mr. Fluffy." he started to walk down the stairs. "Hey, by the way, I'm Pietro." Rahne gave him a horrified look.
"You know about Mr. Fluffy?" she asked, but he was already gone. She sighed, and opened the door to her room, and walked inside.
It was a dump. The carpet was stained and faded. The walls were bare, ugly, and obviously hadn't been painted in years. It was doubtful anyone had been in this room for many many years. Rahne set her bag down on the bed. A puff of dust rose up making Rahne cough. She ran her finger down the wall and looked at it. It had turned a dark gray. She gave the room one last look and then walked downstairs.
Once Pietro got downstairs he began racing back and fourth. He had had (this is not a typo) no idea that the person who was going to evaluate him was a chick, and a chick from Xavier's at that. She was kinda cute if you thought about it... ewww there was no way in hell he was going to be like Lance and date a chick from Xavier's. He decided to go out and get away from the house. He ended up running.
Rahne stood at the edge of her room with her duster, paint, and paintbrushes. She stripped her bed, and hung the comforter and the mattress outside. She took an exceptionally large stick and began beating the mattress, watching the huge puffs of dust come flying off it. After that she dusted her room, put the mattress back in, put on fresh sheets, and replaced the comforter.
It was four o' clock by the time Pietro came back. He was carrying a bunch of groceries. He set them down on the kitchen table. He gave a start. The floor was clean.
"What the hell?" he yelled. Since when was the floor clean. He ran up to Rahne's room, and opened the door. Rahne was painting the walls midnight blue. She turned.
"Don't you knock?" she muttered.
"What did you do to the kitchen, and what are you doing to this room?" he yelled.
"This room was not even livable. I just spruced it up a bit. I found the paint in the basement, and when I passed the kitchen I decided I might as well mop the floor." Pietro was impressed, but he would have rather eaten Blob's boxers then to admit it.
"I'm going to go eat dinner," he declared from lack of anything else to say.
"Oh, I'm boiling water for spaghetti," Rahne said, putting down her paintbrush. Pietro screamed, ran into his room, and locked his door. There was no way he was going to eat this girl's food. She would probably poison him or something. Who did she think she was? Cooking in someone else's house. Well he didn't have to eat her food. He could just go down there and eat a salad. Yeah, that's what he would do. He opened the door, and was immediately hit with the smell of spaghetti. He raced down the stairs and peeked into the kitchen. Rahne was in there eating a plate of spaghetti. He walked in and instead of making a salad, walked to the phone and ordered a large cheese pizza. When he was done he turned to find Rahne looking at him.
"Do you eat pizza every night?" He narrowed his eyes at her.
"No, not every night," he snapped. She snorted into her food.
That night Pietro was unable to sleep. He tossed and turned. Suddenly he sat straight up in bed. Oh no. She didn't! He ran out of his room, and into Rahne's. He shook her awake.
"WHERE IS MR. REX?!!!" he screamed.
"What?" she asked rubbing her eyes.
"WHERE IS MY DINASOUR?" he screamed. Rahne rolled her eyes.
"I don't know!" he grabbed her arm and dragged her into his room.
"IT WAS RIGHT HERE!" he yelled, pointing to a spot on his bed. Rahne got on hands and knees and looked under the bed?
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" he yelled. Rahne pulled a stuffed dinosaur out from under the bed.
"Is this Mr. Rex?" she asked. He grabbed it and hugged it.
"Um, you can go back to bed now," he said. He crawled back into bed, and snuggled up to Mr. Rex. Rahne smiled in spite of herself, and then walked back to bed.
A.N: Mr. Snuggles? I want to get a bear and name it Mr. Snuggles. Thanks to my reviewers. You rock!