This is my first ever fic. It's a sad attempt at a romantic comedy. Accents may be off. Will get better in the future.

St. John Allerdyce was sitting at the kitchen in the Acolytes secret base that everyone knows about. He was flicking his lighter open and closed. Open and closed. Open and closed.....

Gambit looked up from the paper he was reading. "Mon ami, must you constantly flick dat ting open and closed all day?"

"Sorry mate but I'm bored. Maggy hasn't givin' us an assignment in almost a month. Whot do ya' expect me to do?"

"Somethin' else, obviously. Listen homme, If you're desp'rit enough to flick dat lighter like dat all day, Why don't ya take Gambit's job? He gotta tell the Broderhood dey progress. Want it?"

"Anything to get outta this rathole." He said, walking out the door and shuting it.

Gambit began count "One... two... three...."

Pyro popped his head in. "He he forgot my keys." He grabbed them and left.

Once again. Remy began count ".L'un. ... deux. ... trois. .... "1

"Um, Rem? Um... What is their progress?"

"Dey still suck."

"Ah." He left again.

"Crazy Pyromaniac." He thought to himself and laughed. He grabbed the cup of coffee and looked at it. Cold.

"Musta' ben reedin' longer den Remy thought," he thought to himself and charged the cup. He uncharged it an took a sip. (I saw it in one of the origional episodes. I don't know how, he just... did.

At the brotherhood house.

"Aww. Come on snookums. I know you keep playin hard to get but ain't we been playin this game to long, yo?"

"Toad! Get out of my room!" Wanda Screamed, hexing him straight into the wall of the hall right outside her bedroom. All morning he had been begging her to give him a kiss and stop fooling around.

Pietro sat at the kitchen table and was glad for a few minuites of silence. He had been listening to them bickering all morning. It was starting to get tiring. There was a knock on the door.

"Blob, would you get that?" He said.

"Why don't you get it yourself?"

"That wasn't ment to be a question."

Frank started to get up but instead the door was slammed open by whoever was on the other side. John walked in, a flame horse in the palm of his hands.

"Gawd, you guys don't have what I'd call a 'Home, sweet home' thing going on here, now do you?" Pyro half asked, half said looking around.

"What are you doing here, Pyro."

"I came here to..." He was interupted by the door slaming open again. This time, Lance walked in.

"I can't believe her. Those X-men make her think she's too good...... Pyro?"

"Hi, mate!"

"Don't call me that."

"What are you doing here, John?" Peitro asked, starting to get very annoyed.

"Oh, yeah...... I forget." He replied, cheerfuly.

"You.... Forgot?"

"Yup. Come on now, Johnny. Think, thinkthinkthinkthinkthink Thiiiiiiiiiiiiink!!!!!!! Remy just told me this like, 10 minuites ago...."

"But if he told you when you were at my father's secret Acolyte base that everyone knows about, Than you would have been traveling at an average speed of 173 miles per hour. That's as fast as me!"

Everyone looked at the speed demond. "What, it was perticualy interesting that day? I could so outbeet every train."

"Ooookay..... I know! I shall call Gambit!"Said the insane Pyromaniac, skiping to the phone.

"What the hell is...... Pyro?" Wanda said/asked walking down the stairs.

"'ello, Luv."

"What did you just call my sister?"

"Does anyone know my number?"

"What did you just call my sister?"

"555-"

"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL MY SISTER?!"

"I forget. Okay, here we go"

Pyro dialed the number.

Riiiing, Riiiing, Click-Click.

"Bonjour. La base pas de la magnéto si secrPte, je qui peux demander appelle?"1

"Umm....... Hi Remy!"

"Oh. Did you forget their progress?"

"Yup"

"To put this bluntly..... They Suck"

"Oh, Okay!"

"Yeah.Sure, Bye"

"Buh-bye!"

He hung up the phone.

"Gambit says.... You all suck!"

"I Know you called her luv."

"So?"

"So? SO!" Quicksilver shouted. "SO! You don't just call someone that without something in mind!"

"No, You don't just call someone that without something in mind!"

"He's right, Peitro."

"Wanda!"

"Whatever. Bye, everyone." Pyro said leaving. He paused and looked back at Wanda, blowing her a kiss just to piss Pietro off.

"You little..." But before he could finish, The man known as St.John Allerdyce or Pyro, had left.

"Untill tomorrow." He wispered as he got on his Motercycle (I don't know what he drives but he would look so cool if he had one.)

So, Should I keep writing or just give up. I'm seriouse, tell me! I need the reviews and especialy the flames. I promise more funny and more fluffy in the next chapter. Tell me if the accents are too overdone or underdone.

1 One..... two...... three.....

2Hello. Magneto's not so secret base, may I ask who's calling?