A.N: Sorry for the long delay. I have been incredibly busy (summer camp, vacationing, ect.). Anyway, here is the third chapter! Thanks to all of my reviewers!
Rahne woke up and for about two seconds she had no clue where the hell she was. She sat up in bed and then remembered she was at the Brotherhood Boarding House with an incorrigible Speed Demon. She got up, and dressed in a pair of jeans, a green sweater, and sneakers. She went downstairs into the kitchen, where she was greeted by the sight of Pietro with nothing on except for a pair of boxers.
"Don't you have any modesty?" Rahne asked him. He turned.
"No, don't you have too much?" he snapped. He went back to his search for the Fruit Loops. Blob always put the cereal in the strangest places. He found them in the bread box, and poured them into a bowl. She crossed her arms. Sure she was used to seeing guys walking around with no shirts on, but she had just met this guy, and he took to strutting around with barely anything on at all. Rahne was not amused. She was even less amused that he had accused her of having too much modesty. She growled to herself, and made some toast.
They sat across from each other, every once in a while; one of them would look up and give the other a wary glance. Pietro finally broke the silence.
"So, you're from Ireland, right?" he asked trying to be annoying.
"No, Scotland," Rahne replied. Why was he asking her? He nodded. "Is it true you made your own uniform?" Rahne asked. Pietro gave her a long look.
"Yes," he answered suspiciously. What was she getting at?
"Evan told me. Is it true you were touching Pyro's..."
"NO! Who told you that?" Rahne grinned.
"Oh, no one!" she got up from the breakfast table and skipped up-stairs to put on more suitable clothes for cleaning the house, leaving Pietro staring after her. He decided to go back to bed. He wasn't feeling to well.
After Rahne's shower, she decided to do some more cleaning. She changed into cleaning clothes, which included an old shirt, over-alls, and a bandanna to cover up her hair. She decided to work on the living room. First she dusted the room. It was actually pretty cool to see the dust fly off in waves as you kicked the overstuffed chair.
After airing out the room, Rahne vacuumed. It was sort of like those ads when you vacuum, and there's this clean line through dust so thick it looks like it's actually the color of the carpet. Rahne had to change the bag, twice.
After that she cleaned the windows, then replaced a couple of light bulbs. Then she sat down and began putting the CDs on the CD rack, back in their right cases. It took her a while. Then she dusted the radio. After that she went up-stairs to take another shower. She was covered in dust, and her skin and hair had turned as gray as the sky on a stormy day. She dusted herself off and sneezed.
Pietro awoke feeling much better. He got up, put on some clothes, and went downstairs. He could hear the water running. Rahne must be taking another shower, he thought. He started for the kitchen, thinking he might get a glass of water. He was parched. He passed the living room, and glanced inside. Suddenly he stopped. He turned around and looked inside.
It was clean. Pietro tried to scream, but couldn't. That little Scottish girl had cleaned the living room. How was he supposed to find anything? He ran over to the CDs. She had put them all back in the right case. How was he suppose to find his CDs? He sat down on a chair. No dust, but he barely noticed.
Rahne finished her second shower, and changed into clean clothes. She looked at her watch and decided she should go down stairs and start supper. She was starving. She briefly wondered where Pietro had gone. She hadn't seen him all afternoon. He hadn't even appeared for lunch.
When she passes the living room Pietro appeared at the doorway. She turned toward him. He looked kind of pale. She wondered if he had become ill, or something. Maybe he had the flu.
"You cleaned the living room?" he asked. She nodded. She wondered what was wrong with him. He looked like he thought cleaning the living room had been a bad thing.
"Uh huh. The room was absolutely filthy," she responded. He opened his mouth, screamed, and ran out of the house. Rahne stared after him open mouthed. Was he crazy? She shrugged, and went into the kitchen to start dinner. She decided on a chicken dinner with mashed potatoes, and gravy.
Pietro ran all the way into the woods. There was no way he would be going back there until that Scottish girl had left. She had taken over the house! He leaned against a tree breathing hard. Suddenly a new thought came to him. It was his house! He couldn't let some stupid X-geek take over the house. He'd be the laughing-stock of the Brotherhood. He'd just go back to the boarding house, and tell that X-chick to clear out. He nodded. That's just what he'd do. He began walking confidently back to the house.
When he got inside he marched strait to the kitchen. Rahne was in there, taking the chicken out of the oven.
"Hey, Wolfsbane," he snapped. She turned.
"Oh hi. Would you like some chicken?" Pietro closed his mouth, and then opened it again.
"Um, well, uhhhhhh ok," he responded, getting his voice back. They both sat down and began to eat. The chicken was delicious.