Title: Deep Thoughts
Author: Zee
Disclaimer: Party! Every! Body!
((NOTE)) (-COWERS-) I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SOOOORRREEEEE!!!!!
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Go in.
(No)
Go IN!
(NO!)
How come we can't go in? I wanna go in! LET ME GO IN!!! ARGH!! I wanna see my Johnny, he might be awake and need some lov-food or something.
(You're a sad little man)
Shut up...I'm going in.
(But remember: It's your fault he's hurt. Do anything and everything for him)
Yeah ye–does that mean I can go in?
(Do you see me STOPPING you anymore?)
....no.
(Exactly, moron. Go say hi to your crush)
"Hey! You're awake! Are you alright? Do you want anything? Another pillow, something to eat, a book, anything?"
(...Pietro, that might be overdoing it a bit....)
ANYTHING THAT MAN WANTS, HE SHALL HAVE!!
(CALM DOWN)
"Ugh...what the hell happened to me?"
Nothing...BUT SOON PIETRO MAXIMOFF WILL HAVE HAPPENED TO YOU!! MUAHAA--
(SHUT UP!!)
"Heh, oh. Well, um, last night when we were at the FoH headquarters, you got hit in the head."
I hope he's not mad....
"Pietro, that was kind of obvious."
(Well, doesn't this just suck?)
Oh no!! He's MAD at me!! CRAP!!
"Yeah, um...well, you're safe now! Do you want anything?"
Backing away slowly...
(Which, in normal people speak, means you're sprinting away...)
Lemme alone! I'm sad! He hates me...
(No he doesn't...come on, man, cheer up!...please? Don't make that inner face...)
"Pietro!"
...he's touching me. Omifuckinggod he's touching me!
(Yeah, you're arm)
"Um, John, I don't think you should sit up so fast. It'll hurt your head."
And we wouldn't want you to be hurt more! No we wouldn't!
(You talk like someone would talk to a DOG, Pietro)
"I realized that but, um..."
He probably has a concussion! Oh shit, this is because of me...
"But what? You want something. I'll get you anything you want, John, I mean, it's my fault you got hurt..."
(Hell yeah!)
...what?
(Well it IS your fault!)
...you're mean.
(Hey! Come on, I was just joking! Pietro?)
He's probably still mad at me...
(Pietro, he's not–)
"What?! No it's not! I got hit, it has nothing to do with you!"
...
(...ha HA!! Proved wrong, Maximoff! Now stop being so depressed!...please?)
"Yes it does! If you hadn't been protecting me, you wouldn't have gotten hurt!"
(Nice going, Pie)
Shut the fuck up...
"I would have anyway, it doesn't matter!"
YES IT DOES!!
(Calm down!)
"Yes it does!"
"No it doesn't!"
"Yes it does! Besides, why are you trying to put this on yourself?! You shouldn't it'll fuck with your head!"
ASSFUCK!!
(PIETRO!)
THAT MORON!! WHY THE HELL IS HE TRYING TO BE SO HEROIC BY TAKING THE BLAME AND TRYING TO CONVINCE ME IT'S HIS FAULT AND HOLDING MY HAND AND--
(Holding your hand?)
"Listen, Pyro, I'm gonna get you some good. Just accept it was my fault and we can move on and you can get better, okay?"
(GODDAMMIT, PIETRO!! YOU'RE WALKING AWAY FROM THE GUY YOU'VE BEEN FUCKING PINING FOR FOR GOD KNOWS HOW LONG!! WHAT THE HELL IS UP?!)
Shut up...he's being stupid. He has a head injury, he doesn't know--
"NO! IT'S NOT OKAY!! IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT! I WOULD GLADLY GIVE UP MY LIFE FOR YOU, PIETRO, A STUPID HEAD WOUND HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH IT!! IF IT MEANT YOU NOT GETTING HURT, I WOULD JUMP IN FRONT OF A FUCKING BUS, NOW GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE AND–"
(Why'd he stop)
...omigod...
('omigod'?! THAT'S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY?!)
You're getting frantic...as is he...
"...what....what did you just say?"
(He's cute when he's blushing)
He's blushing because he knows he said something stupid.
(Pietro...)
"I...I just said what I felt, okay? Please...don't leave me..."
(See, he's petting your hand! He loves you!)
Heh...
"...heh. Wow, you must have been hit in the head harder than I thought. You're talking nonsense."
(WHAT?!)
"WHAT?!"
(...whoa. That was weird)
He can't...he can't....
"You can't...possibly mean that. Something must have messed with your head, man. You should get some more sleep. You can't mean that. You can't...feel that way."
(Pietro! The fuck is wrong with you?!)
The question is what's wrong with him...
(ARGH!)
"WHY THE HELL NOT?! I DO feel that way, Pietro! I, um, I think I..."
(Here, see, now he's going to confess his everlasting love for you!)
No he's not. He doesn't feel that way. He's delusional and probably has me mixed with some big titted Australian girl who's name sounds semi-like mine.
(Pietro?)
Yeah?
(You're an idiot who doesn't see what's in front of him)
"Think I...um...I...really...like...you..."
...
(...that wasn't very eloquent)
But it was fake.
(WHAT?!)
"...John, get some sleep and clear your head."
(You fucking mor-)
"GodDAMMIT, PIETRO, DO NOT PATRONIZE MY FEELINGS FOR YOU!! THIS ISN'T BECAUSE OF SOME STUPID HEAD INJURY, THIS IS FROM MONTHS OF WANT, MAN!! I swear to God, if you walk out that door without telling me what you feel I'll....I'll...hell, I don't know what I'll do, BUT YOU WON'T LIKE IT!!"
(See! He loves you so much he's threatening you!)
What?! How can he...I mean...wha...I don't...
"John....I...."
"You WHAT?! You were all over me in the sphere, WHAT did all that mean, Pietro?! You're playing with my head....hell, you're playing with my heart, and I don't fucking–"
(JESUS CHRIST!!)
What're you–OHMIGOD!!!
"MMPH!!"
YOU MADE ME KISS HIM!!
(I had to! Besides, this is)
amazing! I never thought, in my
(wildest dreams that it could ever be)
so fanfuckingtastic to kiss him! Never! I always
(imagined that he would taste a bit like everyone else, but)
he's something completely different! He's another BREED of lover! He's
(something more than a lover. Something to)
stay
(with)
for
(eternity)
"...Pietro..."
"(-gulp-) There, John. Th-th-that's how I feel. Um...I'll uh...get you...something to eat now..."
...
(...)
YA
(HA)
"HOOOO!!!!!!!!"
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hide-chu: Took ya a while...
Zee: I've been busy! Anywoozle, I think that might be the end...unless you think I should keep going. I gotta go now...(-goes off to kill herself over studying for finals-)
hide-chu: Whoa...(-to you-) You know, she hardly ever studies, but when she does she goes CRAZY...review, please....
