Disclaimer – Simon Says...."say you don't own anything and it all belongs to marvel!" Me:: Can't be bothered to repeat that so ... ditto!

Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter........

DemonRogue13, Morrigan Fearn (as weird as it sounds I actually ::gasp:: like Evan! Though its mainly to do with the way he's voiced. He has nice voice-isation), Lyranfan, SickmindedSucker, Pyro's Gal, Amelia, Pyro Tusnami (Death By Peroxide? Luved it and thankyou:)), Rogue 14, Pyro Lady, Sweety8587, Arain Rowan, Mutant Freek (sorry! I had to write it, but I think you'll like the outcome:) )

You guys are cool cats. Like Felix.

Pyro Lady suggested I do Mystique/ Magneto, which has actually come up several times before in reviews, so if you guys want to see Marsha meet these guys then can I please have a set up and some Ideas cos I can't think of any right now!!

Thanks to - .Pyro Tusnami for the title, Morrigan Fearn and for the ideas, keep em' coming...

You guys will probably noticed but I knicked a scene out of the film Freaky Friday because it made me laugh so much. If you haven't seen it, go watch it because its great and has a brilliant soundtrack (which I actually bought, because it was cheap and I'm sad. Though in my defence I mainly wanted the simple plan track and couldn't be bothered to download it).

'this is a thought' = thought

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Evietro a.k.a Death By Peroxide

Marsha peeked out from behind her bush, she sighed a sigh of relief.

'Finally I lost the white haired dude.' She stepped out from behind the bush, pulled a leaf out of her hair.

"HERE'SSSSSSSSSSSSS PETEY!"

"Oh crap!" muttered Marsha as Pietro zipped out from behind her, spatula in hand. Marsha whimpered as she once again began running from the speedster.

10 minutes later..............

Marsha flopped down on the ground. "Time out!" she gasped as she held the burning stitch on her side.

Pietro stopped and looked down at her for a second before flopping down next to her.

"Ok! But only cos it's no fun if you don't run! I still hate you!"

"You know your sister had to get a boyfriend sometime!" exclaimed Marsha as she pulled some pills out of her bag.

"Did it have to be Pyro?" said Pietro angrily, "The guys a lunatic!"

"Hey!" said Marsha indignantly as she lifted the bottle to her lips, "He's my cousin!"

Pietro looked at her while she downed a whole bottle of pills in one go. "Things make so much sense now. It's a genetic problem..." he muttered

"What?" asked Marsha as she put the empty bottle in her bag.

Pietro stood up "I said you're-a-nutcase. Start running again already, I'm bored!"

Marsha groaned as she stood up. For some reason, her ass felt heavier then usual. When Pietro fell to the floor, clutching his sides from laughter she looked over her shoulder to see that she had sat on something covered in bubblegum.

"Ewwww!" she exclaimed in horror as she wrenched the board off her ass. Tendrils of gum were still linked to her skirt as she threw the gum-covered object on to the floor in fury.

"What the hell is that?"

Pietro stopped laughing and flipped it over then picked it up by the wheels. "Evan's skateboard!" he said proudly, "I covered it with gum!"

"And you did this because...?" asked Marsha curiously

"Because....He's Evan!" said Pietro pointedly as if this should explain everything.

"Sounds like you fancy him" said Marsha flippantly, deciding to get her kicks before he killed her or something.

Pietro looked horrified. "Thank you for those nightmares!"

"What? He's cute dontcha think?" probed Marsha

"Yeah...Wait! No!" exclaimed Pietro quickly, "I'm straight."

Marsha looked him over scathingly. "Please, Gucci shoes, Armani trousers and shirt not to mention that hairdo....you gotta be at least bi!"

"I don't fancy Evan! I don't like men ok?" rushed Pietro, "I just take pride in my appearance that's all! Besides, not like Evan's gay either"

"Have you seen how low that boy wear's his trousers?" exclaimed Marsha, "He just wants all the other guys to recognise his boxer brand."

"Calvin Klein..." sighed Pietro thoughtfully.

"It's typical, you can't accept your good feelings for the boy so you replace them with bad feelings, such as hate." Said Marsha, the shrink in her shining through "And this pranking, is just your way of getting his attention."

"Nah....." said Pietro sceptically, "I'm pretty sure I just hate Evan. Mr thinks he's so hot at basketball, better then everyone else always, hogging the ball..." Pietro grumbled before Marsha put a hand up to silence him.

"See what I mean, you just mentioned the words 'Evan', 'hot' and 'ball' in the same sentence. I think I've seen enough." She grabbed Pietro by the arm and stalked back into the Institute, failing to notice that a few feet away, some one was having fun with her very expensive sport's car............

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"OH MY GOD!" exclaimed Kitty as she opened Marsha's glove box to reveal a hoard of photos.

Rogue stopped twirling around the axe she had used to break into the car, ok so she accidentally caused a whole door to fall off but she didn't really care.

She leant over to see the stack of photos Kitty was holding and took half.

"Is that Brad Pitt?" exclaimed Kitty happily as she went through her pile. "I'm totally keeping that one..."

"Pharell Williams, Tyson Beckford, Ashton Kutcher...." continued Rogue ecstatically as she sifted through the pile. "OH GROSS!" exclaimed Rogue in disgust whilst hurriedly shoving a photograph to the bottom of the pile.

"Let me see," said Kitty leaning over and taking the photo off Rogue. "Ewwwwww! That woman is sick. I mean George Bush? I like, don't even wanna know how she got that one!"

Rogue nodded as she went through the rest, "Some guy Ah don't know, Some guy Ah don't know.... Oh god it's Remy!"

"Really? Let me see?" asked Kitty interestedly but Rogue pulled the photo out of her line of vision with a smile plastered on her face.

"He's never allowed tah leave meh," she stated as she shoved the picture into her trouser pocket for later viewing.

"These guys must like, all be from other towns, there's so many!" stated Kitty as perused her collection. "Hey it's Duncan! Huh,...so that's why Jean dumped him...."

Rogue took that photo and stuck it in her pocket as well. Kitty looked at her curiously. "We can stick it on the school bulletin board later" she explained evilly

"He'll like, never get another cheerleader ever again!" said Kitty happily

"Mah God! What the hell are yah and Lance doing in this one?" asked Rogue as she held up a very incriminating Polaroid. Kitty wrenched it out of her grasp.

"I can't that believe that bitch took photo's!" she said in horror as she stared at the picture of her and Lance looking very distracted on Marsha's desk. Kitty smiled after a while, "That was fun though!"

"And here's Lance!" said Rogue as she held up the next photo. "Well, well, well....now Ah see why y'all keep getting back together..."

"Mine!" said Kitty as she snatched the picture of her boyfriend out of Rogue's grasp. "This woman is like, even sicker then we thought, I say we total her car!"

Rogue held up her axe then smiled, "I thought yah would never ask."

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"What the hell are we doing in this nut joint?" asked Pietro as Marsha dragged him inside.

"Your going to tell Evan you love him." Stated Marsha as she walked back to what she thought was the boy's wing.

"Whoa! Hold up, I don't think so!" said Pietro as he wrenched his arm out of her grasp.

Before Marsha could say anything Scott's room door opened and he walked out, shower things in hand. Marsha grabbed Pietro and dragged him into the nearest room before he could see them.

"What was that about?" asked Pietro as he watched Scott walked past through the keyhole.

Marsha was frantically searching her bag for her Polaroid camera. "Ah haa!" she said happily before dashing out the room quietly, leaving behind a very confused Pietro.

"WHAT THE HELL!! GET OUT OF HERE YOU PERVERT!!"

Marsha dashed back into the room a happy expression on her face.

"I think we should just lay low in here for a while." She said conspiratorially as she tucked her camera back into her bag.

Pietro looked around, wondering whose room they were in. He turned and saw his face on a dartboard.

He rubbed his hands together happily. "Yay! Evan's room, hehehehehe" He dashed around creating a mess and scribbling 'I smell' over all of his textbooks.

Marsha rolled her eyes at him and examined Evan's CD's. 'Rap, Rap, Rap, Hip Hop, Punk Rock, Britney Spear's – huh? '

She held up the CD and stuck out a foot, tripping over the speedster.

"Hello? The guy listens to Britney Spear's. He's definitely gay."

Pietro looked up at her from his position on the floor, "Hey I have that CD"

"See what I mean, "said Marsha "You two are made for each other."

"No. We hate each other." Said Pietro as he got up

"Oh just admit it! You think he's gorgeous" she began to sing, "You want to date him, Kiss and caress him, love him and marry-"

"I think you're insane." Stated Pietro, "Oh wait I already knew that!"

"Hey I am a professional, Ok?" sniffed Marsha, "Every couple I've fixed up have stayed together, and do you know why? Because I'm a freaking descendant of cupid! I mean who do you think introduced Brad Pitt to Jen An?"

"No way! That was you?" asked Pietro in admiration

Marsha shrugged nonchalantly, "Well I don't like to brag..."

"Wow" said an awed Pietro slowly, "So you really think me and Evan would make a good couple? That I really like Evan instead of hating him?"

"Definitely, all you have to do is woo him the right way, and luckily for you, I know what that way is."

Pietro merely nodded at her dumbly, he looked around at the destruction he had caused.

"Oh man I gotta tidy up Evan's gonna be so mad!"

Marsha smiled to herself evilly. 'Man this kid is dumb, this better not backfire like last time'.

Pietro stopped tidying and looked at Marsha, "So where do you think Evan is anyway?"

Marsha shrugged, "I saw him a while ago, wonder where he went..."

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{Boys Bathroom, Xavier Institute}

Evan poured more soap into his hands and scrubbed at his skin.

"Never gonna be clean. Never gonna be clean. Never gonna be clean..." he muttered to himself as he rocked back and forth

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"This is stupid." Said Pietro as he looked up at Evan's bedroom window.

They were now outside, waiting underneath Evan's window. Marsha put her binoculars to her eyes again. "He still aint there, and there is nothing stupid about this! Do you want Evan or not?"

Pietro frowned, "Not really." He said honestly

Marsha thwacked him over the head with her binoculars. "Do you want a happily ever after like Brad and Jen or not?"

"Yes..." sighed Pietro as he rubbed his head

"Then shut up and sing god dammit!" Marsha looked towards the window. "He's in!"

She ran out of the way and then gave Pietro a thumbs' up.

Pietro cleared his vocal chords and then began to sing...

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Evan shoved his used clothes into the laundry basket and opened his drawer. He looked at all the white vests.

'Hmmmm...choices...choices...I think I'll go with the white vest today. Makes me look buff'

He slipped it on and was about to go preen in the mirror when something that sounded like a strangled cat singing caught his attention.

"SHOW ME! HOW DO YOU WANT IT TO BE! TELL ME BABY! COS' I NEED TO KNOW NOW, WHAT WE'VE GOT!"

'Huh?' Evan edged towards the window fearfully.

"What the hell?" he exclaimed as he saw Pietro underneath his window singing.....was that Britney Spears?

"MY LONLINESS IS KILLING ME! AND I...I MUST CONFESS I STILL BELIEVE... STILL BELIEVE!"

Marsha was laughing herself silly as she watched Pietro make an ass of himself. 'Man I wish I had a video camera, ooh and some snacks!'

Pietro felt like such an ass doing this but on the upside at least the song was one of his favourites....

"WHEN I'M NOT WITH YOU I LOSE MY MIND! GIVE ME A SIGN..... HIT ME BABY ON...OOF!"

Pietro was sent flying a good few feet when one of Evan's shoes smacked into his skull.

"Hey you idiot watch what your doing!" he exclaimed angrily, then he remembered why he had just been singing, "I mean...how are ya?"

"I was fine until you decided to sing dude." Said Evan as he looked at Pietro as if he was an idiot. "What are you doing man?"

"I'm er....trying to serenade you?" offered Pietro

"Me?" scoffed Evan, "Why would you be trying to ....oh man. Ray was right." Evan backed away from the window in horror. "ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

"Huh." Said a bemused Pietro, "Wonder where he went."

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"Never gonna be clean, Never gonna be clean, Never gonna be clean..." Evan threw the empty bottle of soap over his shoulder and grabbed another. "Mmmmm...... strawberries. Never gonna be clean, Never gonna be clean, Never gonna be clean...."

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Pietro looked over at Marsha who was on the floor laughing very, very hard.

"Oh I get this now!" He said angrily as he zipped over to Marsha who had time to let out a small "Uh-oh" before he grabbed her by the arm.

"I knew I didn't like Evan! I mean his dress sense is crappy for one thing, and not to mention that hair....you don't even know Brad Pitt do you?" accused Pietro

"Well...not in the strictest sense no. But I've seen him naked?" she admitted she pulled her arm out of Pietro's grasp and backed away. "I think I'll just go home now, water the plants...."

Pietro rushed in front of her again. "Oh no you don't! First I'm going to kill Evan! Because I hate Evan! Then I'm going to kill you, because I really, really hate you!"

He grabbed her arm and the rushed off into the institute checking every room upstairs at such high speeds that Marsha could only see a blur.

"Ah-ha!" he said with a flourish as they finally stopped. Marsha felt a gush of wind as Pietro raced off again, she looked up to see herself in a bathroom, in front of a very startled Evan, naked in the shower.

"Hello!" said Marsha happily as she brought out her trusty camera and began to click away.

"GET OUT!" screamed Evan as he tried to cover himself with the shower curtain whilst throwing bottles of shampoo at her head.

Pietro rushed back in and threw something at Evan with a malicious smirk on his face. "I hate you!" he said happily as he watched Evan look in horror at his bubblegum covered skateboard.

"My baby....what have you done to my precious baby...." He moaned as he hugged the board to himself forlornly.

Pietro smiled happily at having broken his enemy's spirit, he turned to Marsha.

"And now, it's time for you to get reacquainted with Mr Spanky!" said Pietro happily as he brandished his spatula again.

"You named your spatula?" asked Marsha in surprise

"What's your point? Now get running!"

Marsha reached out and grabbed the spatula out of Pietro's hand and then ran off.

Pietro picked up one of the bottles from the floor and raced after her.

Evan watched them go with growing fury. "Maximoff I'm gonna kill you!" he shouted.

He jumped from behind the shower curtain and was going to put on some clothes when he realised that his skateboard was stuck to his chest. He made a few half-hearted attempts to wrench it off, but it was good and stuck.

"Oh crud..."

"Run! Run! As fast as you can! You can't get away from" Pietro struck a pose, "The sexiest man ever!"

"Yeah! But I'm gonna try!" shouted back Marsha as she raced down the stairs. Pietro stuck his tongue out in concentration and aimed.

"Not again!" exclaimed Marsha as the bottle smacked the back of her head and she went toppling down the stairs. Marsha rolled to a stop at the bottom followed by the bottle.

Which was open.

Which was pouring out onto her hair.

Which said Peroxide on the label.

"Ahhhh!!!! My hair!" she screamed as she sat up and saw the dye start to turn her luscious brown locks into a straw coloured mess.

"Oooohhh you evil little!!!" Marsha stalked towards Pietro angrily.

"Oh yeah baby! I'm bad! So don't ever mess with the Pietro" Pietro snapped his fingers in her face for emphasis before reaching out and grabbing his spatula back.

"You know...you're kinda hot." Said Marsha as she walked around Pietro slowly, eyeing him up.

"You only realised this now???" exclaimed Pietro

"Well, you did spend quite a lot of time hitting me and running around really fast, you didn't give me time to focus. So, you wanna go do it?"

Pietro looked her up and down. Her hair was a mess but she was still pretty foxy. "Ok! But I still hate you and I'm only doing this cos' I'm easy."

"Heh! So am I!" stated Marsha

Before either of them could say anything else, a door to their left side was thrown open and out wheeled Xavier, still in his grass skirt followed by Magneto (also in his fetching Hawaiian attire), Logan, Ororo and Hank.

"CONGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" screamed Magneto as they danced past. All off them waving beer bottles in the air.

Pietro stood there for a second in shock before running after them screaming.

"DADDY! YOU PUT SOME TROUSERS ON RIGHT NOW!"

Marsha took this as her cue to go. She raced out the door and towards her lovely ....car.

"What the frick happened to my car?" she exclaimed as she surveyed the wreckage.

All the doors had been taken off, the seats had been ripped up, the tyre's were all slashed and some had thrown the steering wheel about 10 feet away from the actual car.

"We happened" came a southern voice behind her.

She spun around to see Rogue and Kitty standing there.

"Uh...Hi Rogue" ::twitch:: said Marsha nervously, "And Kitty...nice weather were having huh"

"Like what we did to your car?" asked Kitty sweetly

"It's very ... ahh...a-artistic." Stuttered Marsha whilst eyeing the distance to the gate and Rogue's axe at the same time.

"Speaking of art...I totally like what you've done with your hair." Said Kitty with a laugh

"Yah...the art in yah glove box wasn't too bad either." Said Rogue

"You wouldn't...." Marsha dashed to her beat up car, pulled open the glove box and started screaming. "YOU GIVE BACK MY PHOTOS OR I'LL..."

Marsha looked at the commotion at the institute door where it looked like Scott was trying to restrain Jean, who was holding a knife and shouting obscenities in Marsha's direction.

"And I'll...just be going C'ya!"

She ran for the gate as fast as she could, climbed over it and dashed away into the night.

"Wrecking cars if fun." Said Kitty as they turned back towards the institute

"Yeah...." Said Rogue, "Wanna wreck Duncan's sometime?"

"Okay!"

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Sorry for any offence I may have caused a gay person with this chapter. I do fully acknowledge that you don't all like Britney Spears.

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Only one chapter left, I'm gonna miss writing about that nympho...

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Soulstress