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"You just couldn't keep up with me. I mean, I can keep four girls busy dancing at the same time."

-Pietro Maximoff, Quicksilver, Shadowdance

Chapter Eight- It's Hard, Getting Over Something Like That

Pietro actually, was getting along all right without Crystal. In his opinion, they've only been on three- no two and a half- dates so that did not make them boyfriend/girlfriend, hence no break up. Besides, he was a love 'em and leave 'em kind of guy, and also didn't really like going out with one woman at the same time. He did take four girls to the Sadie Hawkin's Dance, after all.

"So, tell me about yourself..." he struggled to remember the Puerto Rican's name that was sitting across from him, "Monica. Monica."

She raised her eyebrow slightly, but smiled all the same. She had slipped her foot out of her flip-flop and it was now traveling up and down his calf under his pant leg.

"Well," she said, her manicured nail idly making tiny circles and swirls on the red and white-checkered tablecloth in front of them. "Both my parents are from Puerto Rico. I have two older brothers and younger twin brothers and a little sister's on the way."

Pietro nodded in interest, or at least, he was pretending to be interested. He really didn't give a damn about her family. What he wanted to know is if she was easy or not.

"What about hobbies, er, interests?" he asked, leaning forward more. Her foot was still traveling up his calf.

She blushed a little bit. "Well, I do like reading, and I love writing poetry. I play soccer for my high school. I'm graduating this year."

"Ah, so you're still in high school?" he asked, taking a sip from the straw of his soda in front of him.

"Yeah, er, uh, are you in school?" she asked, finishing it meekly.

Pietro sadly shook his head, although in reality, he was not sad at all. "No, I got expelled just for being born with a little something...extra."

She leaned forward in interest, her chin resting on her fists. "What? Are you a-a," she leaned forward more and lowered her voice drastically, "a mutant?"

Pietro leaned back, resting his right arm across the back of his chair, and he studied his fingernails on his left hand casually. "Does it bother you?" He buffed his nails on his shirt.

"Oh, uh, no!" she said, speaking quickly as if he would run away, "No, it doesn't bother me at all!"

Pietro decided he was bored with this woman, and looked at his wristwatch. "Oh, I better be getting home soon. My twin's not feeling well, and I thought I'd pick up some medicine on the way back. I'll drop you off?"

Monica looked sadly at her empty plate. Slowly, she slid off the seat and grabbed her purse, putting back on her flip-flop. Pietro put an arm around her waist and escorted her to Lance's jeep.

He opened the passenger's side and bowed slightly. She climbed in, and Pietro zipped to the other side and put the key into the ignition and then stepped on the gas. Now in truth, Pietro wasn't that great of a driver, in fact, Kitty Pryde was even a better driver than him, and that was saying a lot.

They stopped at a decent looking house, and Monica exited the jeep, saying a good bye, and then trotted up the sidewalk and into the front door. Two twin boys were swinging baseball bats at each other on the front lawn.

After hitting a few signs, and nearly running over an innocent pedestrian, Pietro made it back home to the Brotherhood Boarding House. Smoothing his hair back, Pietro entered, stole the remote from Todd, and lazily started channel surfing at an unnatural pace.

"Ya know, one of these days we're gonna gain up on you, yo," Toad huffed, sulking off to the kitchen.

"G'day, mate," a familiar Australian accent said, and Pietro turned towards the voice, spotting a wiry figure in his red costume, his whole upper body hidden behind a large cardboard box.

St. John Allerdyce, better known as Pyro, dropped the box in front of him, dusted off his hands, and grinned at Pietro.

"Looks like your gettin' some new stuff," he said, placing his hands on his hips.

Pietro stopped channel surfing. "You're not moving in, are you?" he asked warily. Pyro spent almost every second of his life inside of the house, burning stuff and eating their food.

"What? An' move into this shit house? No siree, mate, your dad's place is much better than this," he looked around, "Although, there's a lot more to burn here..."

Pietro jumped off and started pushing John towards the door. "Okay, Pyro, you're done here. Tootles, bye, see ya."

"Now wait just a second, you bloody figjam, why are you pushing me?" Pyro asked irritably, digging his heals into the floor. However, since the floor was wood, it did not help him and Pietro shoved him out of the door.

"Just GO, Pyro," and Pietro slammed the door.

"Weeell, now who's cranky? Well hooroo to you too!" Pyro's voice became quieter and quieter as he walked farther away, rambling about rude 'figjams' and ungrateful people.

Pietro, not bothering to understand a word of Australian slang, just went back and settled back in the couch, channel surfing again.

Wanda walked in, leaning against the doorway.

"Did you just throw out our box-moving guy?" she asked.

"I didn't want to deal with him."

Wanda rolled her eyes, strolled in and sat next to him on the couch, snatching the channel selector out of his hands and shutting the television off.

"John's moving boxes for us, bro. Well, on account we buy him stuff, but that's not the point. He's a lot cheaper than actual professional people that bring furniture in and out. He's doing some good deeds. Now why the hell did you just shove him out of the front door?"

"I just didn't want to put up with the insane wacko, okay?" he snapped, very annoyed.

It did not faze Wanda in the slightest. "Are you upset about that one girl dumping you?"

"She did not dump me! We weren't even boyfriend and girlfriend!"

"She was pretty and you regret not 'feeling her up' or something worse. You have no respect for the opposite sex at all. All you think about is that they're only good for...well...sex."

"I do not!" Pietro defended himself, kicking the corner of the coffee table.

"Oh yes you do! You are probably one of the most shallowest people I've ever met in my entire life, Pietro," Wanda said, her voice rising slightly.

"So? All guys are shallow in one way or another! Hey, maybe I like their personality! Can't she have a great personality and still be hot?" Pietro argued, crossing his arms across his chest.

Wanda leaned forward and slapped him lightly on the cheek.

"Suure," she said, her voice laced with a bit of sarcasm, "but they're kinda rare, ya know?"

Pietro slapped her hand away.

"Did you like her?" Wanda grabbed the remote again, spreading across the couch and resting her feet on Pietro's lap.

He shrugged one shoulder, moving his feet to rest on the coffee table. "She was hot. And she was fun."

Wanda smirked as she settled on watching an episode of 'King of the Hill'. It was the very first episode, where Bobby plays baseball and wound up getting a black eye.

"Bobby, keep your eye on the ball!"

"What?"

"Keep your eye on the-"

WACK!

Wanda laughed out loud as she watched fat little Bobby Hill get knocked to the earth.

Pietro stared at her, and shook his head slightly. Wanda, sensing his gaze turned to him and gave him a little smirk.

"I think you need to settle down to just one girl, little brother."

Pietro narrowed his eyes. "We both know I'm older. Really, I'm tired of trying to explain that to you. But about settling to one girl- uh, she might not be ready. Ya know, getting over something like that, it's hard."

She raised an eyebrow and her smirk grew wider, "Who said anything about her? But since you think she's the right one to do it with...Go call her. Make up. Beg for a second chance, and if she doesn't accept, I'll go over there myself and hex some sense into her. She might've calmed down a bit, it's been about three months."

Pietro sighed.

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Crystal was rather glad she had walked instead of driven. It was sunny out, and the warm wind felt good as it gently caressed her skin. The sky darkened and she looked up at it, and not a cloud was in it...

"Oh darn," she said meekly as she spotted the gigantic black rain cloud just above her head. A large drop of water splattered on the tip of her nose, and then another, and another. She quickened her pace as the drizzle became a sudden downpour, and she found herself turning the corner, where her apartment building was standing.

She was soaked to the bone and wanted to get inside as quickly as possible, but stopped just short of the steps when she saw who was standing next to the entrance doors, leaning casually against the wall with his arms crossed against his chest, sopping wet silver-white hair plastered to his forehead. Her eyes narrowed.

Pietro Maximoff.

She took a deep breath and journeyed up the six steps, attempting to walk right past him and into the building without saying a word.

But he would not have it like that, so he reached out and grabbed her arm with super speed, pulling her back.

"Pietro," she growled, "It's cold. Let me go."

He smirked, "No," he said simply.

"Let me go or I'll scream," she warned, trying to tug her arm out of his grip. But he pulled her towards him, until she was just less than a foot away.

"Just hear me out, okay?" he asked, still gripping her small arm tightly. She stopped struggling and looked up at him, bright jade eyes narrowed.

"It's raining," she stated. Pietro nodded slightly, but didn't move. Crystal sighed and relaxed, reluctant to let heavy and cold rain to touch her.

"Okay, I'm sorry I was dating other woman when I was dating you, okay? I just didn't see it as a big deal, ya know, since we weren't boyfriend or girlfriend," he explained.

"Yeah, and you probably slept with them too, on the first date, might I add," she muttered, "Hell, you didn't even kiss me and we went out a couple of times. Not a peck on the cheek or-"

Her sentence was cut short as his lips made contact with hers, his hands cupping her face. Cautiously, he parted his lips a bit, and instinctively Crystal parted hers, and he slipped his tongue in. Pleasant shivers traveled Crystal's spine and she felt her knees buckle, and just as she was about to collapse, he parted, her face still cupped in his hands.

He gave her a small lopsided smile, which Crystal decided immediately that it was much cuter than his usual smirk. It gave him a look of innocence, something she doubted he had at all.

"Oh," she said faintly.

"Are we on good terms then?" he asked softly.

"S-sure," she secretly wanted him to kiss her again. She barely noticed the rain at all.

"Well, I got to be going then. Take a hot shower so you don't get sick," and he gave her the barest hint of a smile, leaned forward as Crystal's eyes began to droop and gave her a gentle kiss on her forehead. When Crystal opened her eyes, he was gone.

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Yay! Their first kiss! So, how was this chapter? I'm writing as many chapters of my stories as I can so I can finish a few of them quicker so I could start writing my other stories. After a few chapters of Blood Is Thicker Than Water, I'll be updating this story and In Dreams more. I want to get five more updates of both stories before I post another chapter of another story.

Pyro had no point whatsoever in this chapter except just to be there. But that's good enough, right? Figjam is a Aussie slang for someone who things very highly of themselves.

As always, thanks for your reviews! Constructive criticism and ideas are welcome! So if you have a specific date in mind for Pietro/Crystal, be free to share your idea, I might put it in.

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