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Author's Note- Sorry for the late update. I'll try to do better next time. Oh, and last chapter sucked, sorry for that too. Evan torture coming up to make up for the lack of updates.
If you can guess what movie is in this chapter, I'll give you...well I'll give you something, but it'll be good.
Chapter Sixteen
Tensions were running high, and tempers were about to be lost. It had been a miracle the X-Men and the Brotherhood had lived together for a few days without somebody getting seriously injured at the very least. It hadn't been in harmony, but at least they hadn't been trying to throttle each other every timed they bumped in to each other.
Until now.
"Watch where you're going, X-Geek!" Toad snarled as Kitty brushed against him, much by accident. Kitty looked at him in disgust, and then at her crisp, pink sweater.
"Great, now I have to wash this again, Toad," she said, "You got your slime all over it."
"Maybe you should watch where the hell you're going!" Toad shouted, "and then you wouldn't get slime all over you're fricken sweater!"
Kitty harrumphed and stomped away angrily, her arms stiff at her sides and her fists clenched.
Toad sneered. "Gee, even Pietro's nicer than this lot."
"Do mine ears deceive me?" Toad had to struggle to keep his balance as an unexpected gust of wind nearly toppled him over. Pietro stood in front of him, his arms crossed and a wicked grin spread across his facial features. "Did I just hear a compliment about me coming from toi?"
"Toi? What the hell is 'toi'?" Toad asked, staring at the white-haired teenager standing in front of him.
"It's French for 'you', ass-clown," Pietro said calmly, leaning his right shoulder against the wall, facing Toad. "I need to ask you a favor."
Toad's eyebrow rose to his hairline. "Oh?"
Pietro gave him a sort of secret smirk. He beckoned Toad closer with his index finger. Cautiously, Toad took a few hesitant steps forward.
"It involves a certain porcupine-freak and laxatives," Pietro said, suddenly standing straight, his tone suddenly very business-like.
Toad looked very interested now. "Oh?"
"Yes," Pietro's smirk was very evil now, and a manic gleam entered the blue orbs of his eyes, "Yes...the jerk has a date tonight, and I want to make it as uncomfortable as possible." He suddenly looked very downcast while studying his fingernails. "Unfortunately, I, also, have a date and I don't want to miss it." He slipped a bottle into Toad's hands. "Slip this in his food for me, will you? I want it to be closer to his date so it'll last longer. If you can, take a picture."
Toad studied the bottle. "Pietro, this is very strong stuff."
Pietro huffed. "Of course it is! Do you think I'll do this job only half-assed? I only just found out where he's going, and I plan on being there! But I don't want to waste all my precious time with a lady spying on Daniels! Not when I could get some nookie! All you have to do is slip that in his food. Put three in...kinda mash it up if you can. Less noticeable."
A large grin crossed Toad's face. "Alrighty. But remember you owe me something for this later!"
Pietro looked irritated for a moment. "Isn't the knowledge that Daniels will be shitting his brains out enough?!"
Toad shrugged, started whistling, and brushed past Pietro.
"Hey! Remember to do that!" Pietro called after him. Toad only whistled louder.
Later at dinner time..."Where's Quicksilver?" Scott asked after surveying the dining room table. Most of the Brotherhood ignored him, the other X-Men shrugged, and most of the New Recruits hadn't even heard him.
Lance looked up and glared at Scott. "Why do you care so much, Summers? It's really none of your business where Pietro is or isn't."
Scott gave him a sour look from behind his goggles. "I'm just wondering, Alvers. I don't trust him to be around out alone at the mansion."
Todd rolled his eyes. "Gee, Summers you think Pietro would have a life outside of being'untrustworthy' around the mansion. He's on a date, for your info."
Evan suddenly looked put out. "Aww man! And I was gonna rub it in his face that I have a date and he didn't!"
The Brotherhood (with the exception of Wanda) broke out in a fit of giggles...or sniggers, as they would prefer to have them called. Even Rogue sniggered a bit.
"Pietro's always on dates, Porcupine!" Rogue told him, "Everybody knows that!"
Todd said, "Yeah, he can have any woman he wants...Lucky bastard," he looked hopefully at Wanda, "But the only woman I want is poopsy-doodle." Wanda grunted in disgust and looked away from him, but not before she slammed his face into his plate of spaghetti using her powers.
"Ow," he muttered painfully into his food. Lifting his face, he took the unused napkin by his plate and started wiping the sauce and stray noodles off of his face.
Evan scowled at his plate. He was not in the mood at the moment. He had a date in a half an hour, Pietro had a date (and Evan had finally hoped that he had a date before him for once), and there was no 'sprinkle' cheese on his spaghetti.
"Toad, pass the Parmesan," he grunted.
A glint suddenly entered Todd's eyes. Nobody noticed except the Professor. "Say 'please'."
Evan growled. "Please," he gritted out through clenched teeth. Todd gladly passed him the shaker. Nobody noticed that some of the cheese was a little whiter than usual. He poured a healthy amount of it on the spaghetti sauce (just as Todd had hoped he would) and began eating. The gleam became brighter in Todd's eyes. If only Pietro had been there to see it
The Professor looked at Todd suspiciously, but he did not say anything. He could always look into the young teenager's head, but that was against his own moral. He shook his head a fraction and shrugged minutely, going back to his dinner.
Todd was in an unusually happy mood throughout the rest of dinner. When Lance pointed it out, Toad whispered what he had done into his ear. Lance looked at Evan out of the corner of his eye, and had to muffle a few sniggers that had escaped him.
"Professor, may I be excused? I got a date," Evan said, pushing his chair back away from the table. The Professor nodded, dismissing him.
Lance and Todd broke out in a fit of giggles again.
"What is so funny, Alvers?" Scott growled, and the Professor gave him a warning look, reminding the team leader telepathically that the Brotherhood were their guests.
"None of your business, Summers, doesn't involve you," Todd spat, but he remembered why he had been laughing in the first place and dissolved in giggles again.
"Why you-" Scott started angrily, but the Professor interrupted him.
"Scott, just leave it," he said, giving him a warning look.
Scott stared moodily at his plate, definitely not in a good mood.
Meanwhile, a half an hour later at the movies...
Pietro smirked when he saw Evan enter with a blonde-haired hazel-eyed girl with tan skin. She was a looker, but she didn't have any chance against his date.
He put an arm around Cameron's shoulders, steering her towards the ticket booth. She was tall, only an inch or two shorter than he was, and her thick jet-black hair fell to the small of her back. Her eyes were a light blue-gray and her skin was white as porcelain. Yep, he was definitely getting some tonight. Again.
Cameron looked behind them and spotted Evan. She grunted and rolled her eyes, making a face at Pietro. "Great, it's one of Grey's friends."
Pietro made an effort to look back. Evan and his date were now buying their ticketsâ€to the same movie they were going to. "Ah, don't worry about that loser. Me and Daniels...been enemies since we were-since I was fifteen. He was thirteen. Big ass, jerk if you ask me."
She gave him a cool smile, and he tightened his arm around her fractionally. Together they entered the theater.
They sat down in their seats, and Pietro was delighted when Evan sat down in the row in front of him, only a few seats down. Oh, was he going to have fun
The movie started playing. And amazingly enough, it started out with a very explicit sex scene. Evan was fidgeting, an uncomfortable look on his face.
"Sorry, Tiff, I need to go to the washroom," he whispered and frantically walked down the row, and out of the theater to go to the bathroom. Pietro fought down a laugh. Instead, he continued watching the movie.
Pietro was actually interested in this movie. Surprisingly enough, he made no move to stick his tongue down Cameron's throat, because he was so engrossed in the movie. All he did was move his hand down a little closer to her chest. Evan sat back down in his seat, only to go out again fifteen minutes later.
Pietro cracked a smile and went back to watching the movie.
An hour passed, and Evan had to go to the washroom again. He was apologizing profusely to his date, and she had an offended look on her face. This time, a chuckle did come from Pietro, but he quickly muffled it because it would have been very inappropriate to laugh during this movie.
The two brothers in the movie started taking down posters of Hitler in their room. Finally, the large, red banner of the swastika went down with all their other pro-Nazi signs. Pietro had to admit it was sort of touching. Well, he'd never admit it out loud, anyways, but secretly.
Evan came back, sat down. Pietro could tell that there was tenseness between Evan and his date, and boy was he glad. That was what he was trying to accomplish after all, besides embarrassing the hell out of him. Ten minutes passed and Evan had to go again.
"I wish he'd just sit and hold it!" Cameron hissed. Pietro nodded enthusiastically, but inside he was doing a victory dance.
The very sad ending to the movie finally came. Pietro had to choke back tears. Dammit, he was a guy! Guys don't cry at movies! But why did the ending have to be so damn sad?
"Oh, that was an awful ending!" Cameron said, clutching to him, tears running down her smooth, white cheeks. Pietro nodded, rubbing circles on her back. Evan was standing outside the theater with his pissed off looking date. He spotted Pietro, who gave him a mock salute and a smirk.
"Enjoyed the movie, Daniels?" he catcalled, and Pietro saw with satisfaction that Evan's dark cheeks reddened. He turned to face where he was going when he bumped into an elderly man.
"Watch where you're going, geezer," Pietro snapped, not paying attention when the man's black eyes narrowed, a faint trace of a smirk appearing on his lips.
He dropped Cameron off at her house, and then headed back to the mansion. He was likely never going to talk to that woman again.
Ah well, it had been worth it.
Here's the next chapter! Obviously. Well, I hope it's better than my last one (shudders). It's a lot more playful. But the next chapter should be darker...I think. Anyways, see if you can guess the movie!
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