Disclaimer: Well, If I owned X-men Evo, believe me, Pietro would be well outta the closet and on his way to Lance's room by now... Title: What I like about you Rating: For now? Let's keep it pg-16... Pairing: Pietrance. Love it or leave it, baby! Part: ΒΌ Chapter title: Is that you could be mine.

Pietro Maximoff wasn't a very complex guy in the morning. His routine was the same every morning; get up, get a shower, get dressed, go eat. Unless someone was in the shower before him, then he would get up, eat, and then shower.

But we're not here to discuss Pietro's early morning habits, now, are
we?

Of course we're not. And Pietro, who's currently making his way, as slow as possible for him, to the bathroom, would care to agree that it's not a big deal.

But then again, it is how the story starts. I digress.

"Okay, who's in the god damn shower?" A few quick knocks on the door, and to Pietro's utmost surprise, Lance sticks his head out, soaking wet. "Good morning to you too, sunshine. I'll be out in a sec." With that, the cheerful form of Lance Alvers disappeared back behind the door. 'well,' Pietro thought, 'I think someone needs to lay off the drugs. Up this early...pfft! You'd need to be crazy!' Then he realized that, yes, he himself was up this early, and resided to sitting beside the bathroom door. Moments later, when Mr. Alvers opens the door, whistling a cheerful tune, Pietro's only reaction was to stick out his foot, hoping to trip the ecstatic young man. Who wasn't really ecstatic, but overly cheerful. Which amounted to the same thing to Pietro, who was tired and cranky.

"Why are you so happy? It's four-fucking-am." The speedster asked, from his spot on the floor. Lance just winked at him, stating, "First day of collage!." And took off downstairs, presumably ( or in Pietro's case, hopefully,) making breakfast for the group. Pietro crawled into the bathroom, pulled himself up using the sink as support, and got in the shower. His favorite strawberry shampoo* was almost empty, and he hurriedly wondered if Lance had used it before him. 'Damn you Lance,' Pietro thought, 'using MY shampoo.' With that, he continued with his shower.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Lance was, indeed, making breakfast for everyone. "Yeah Toast!" he sang, twirling around to catch said breakfast items as they popped from the toaster. Shaking his way to the table, he danced his way to the fridge to get some butter. Which was really margarine in disguise. "Yeah toast!" Making his way back to the table, he spread the not-quite-butter onto the pieces of toast, and placed the plate in the middle of the table, making his way to the bacon. "Mm, oh I like bacon, yes I do! I like bacon and Pietro does too! Toddie wants it everyday and Freddy don't ca~re! Wanda likes bacon almost as much as frying Todd's chair!" The bacon joined the not-quite-buttered buttered toast, and his attention turned to the pancakes which were turning golden brown on the table. Turning on the radio, he pilled the pancakes onto another plate, and placing them on the table, froze as he heard the words...

"Bayville is in a state of emergency. The blizzard outside is causing mass amounts of snow. So Lance Alvers can't attend his first day of collage. Loser."

Or, at least, that's what the news sounded like to him. "Why?" he asked the can of whipped cream he held, posed over the pancakes. "Why me? Why today? Not only is that not fair, it's not-"From upstairs, their was a loud yell of happiness, most likely from Todd's room, and a scream from the bathroom. "COLD! WHO TURNED THE WATER COLD! HOLY FUCKING GEEZ!" Suddenly, Pietro appeared in the kitchen, wearing naught but a towel. "It was probably this stupid blizzard, Pietro. Have a seat, you can have breakfast!" Lance, obviously, was NOT going to let this ruin his perfectly good mood, nor his day. "I think I will." Pietro stated, huffily seating himself at the table. Moments later, Todd appeared. "Man, Pietro, do ya hafta walk around in a towel? Not EVERYONE wants to see you naked, you know. "As he sat down, ignoring Pietro's glare, he concluded that, after a goods night sleep and a nice fly or two, this morning would be great. Then Pietro's spoon made contact with his forehead, and all hope for a peaceful breakfast was lost.

"That's my spoon! My spooooooooon!" Pietro cried, diving under the table as Todd launched a fork at Pietro. Lance, who was still seated at the table, eating his meal happily, grabbed the fork as it flew by, and threw it back at Todd. The Toad, unsuspecting of the forks betrayal, nearly missed it; until it bounced off his shoulder and landed on the floor. "Hey! I thought you were staying outta this, yo!" the disgruntled teen stated, as the fork flew back in Pietro's direction. "He was handicapped, Todd! I hadta help him!" Lance stated, as another forkful of bacon and pancakes "It's snowing!" Wanda's statement met deaf ears. "I SAID It's Snowing." Both Todd and Pietro stopped mid throw, and Lance's fork dropped to the table. "Thank you, baboons." She muttered, sitting down and grabbing herself a plate. "Your welcome, cuddle bumps." Todd stated, and a fork flew at him from nowhere. "Pietro!" Todd cried, but Pietro was still under the table, clutching the spoon to his chest. "Wasn't me." He stated, eyes on Lance's foot, which was bouncing along to the music on the radio. "It's a state of emergency, so no one leaves the house." Lance stated, and both Todd and Wanda looked at him.

"Lance, why are your socks pink?"
Lance peered under the table at where Pietro was ogling his socks. "Your pink mittens is why." Todd looked at Pietro, eyebrows raised. "Pink...mittens?" he asked, and Lance grinned. "Hey, their hot. Pie can make any color hot." He stated, giving said teen a look that clearly said ' I just saved your ass.' Pietro grinned. "Of course I can make any color hot. Loser." Sitting down, he leaned on his elbows. 'I think I'm in love now.'