Okay, I've decided to post this new chapter because of the wonderful reviews I'm getting! I'm soooooo glad that you like this so much. Thank you all. And before I forget, I need to tell you about some minor things about this fic…like that I kinda gave Wanda a middle name, because I didn't know her real one. I still don't own the name, "Wanda Maximoff", but I do own the middle name I gave her, unless by some twist of fate it does turn out to be her real middle name. Then I guess I won't own it. Also, there is mention of the nickname "Scarlet" in this. Since Wanda is called "The Scarlet Witch", I just figured that it'd make sense that you could shorten it down to "Scarlet". Plus, with that nickname, she could have been called that when she was younger because her favorite color was most likely scarlet. Also, I wanted to mention that at the end of this chapter, I made up phone numbers. I don't know if they're real phone numbers, or not, but like I said, I only made them up. Now…did I forget something? Oh yes, in this entry, it's a little back in the past, about right after "The Day of Recovery". Okay, I think that's about it. If you have other questions, just ask me in a review…and also please review if you like it. Thankx.

Disclaimer: I own nothing from X-Men: Evolution. I never will, so please don't ever sue me.

Wanda's Diary Entry

"Right here genius," Pietro answered. "It's the only entry that takes three full pages."

Todd took the book back from him, and read out loud:

(Wanda's POV)

"We had a battle with my fathers' group (yes, I had the misfortune of finding out that he's still alive) today, the Acolytes, I think they're called. Of course, my dear brother joined them. Big surprise there. They really don't seem to be all that high-and-mighty anyway. I mean, all they are is a Cajun who charges playing cards, a tin man, a giant kitty cat, and my brother. Though, there is one other mutant who doesn't seem too bad. His name's Pyro, I believe. He can manipulate fire, although I don't think that he can create it. I mean, if he could, he wouldn't need that huge flame thrower, right? Anyway, he seemed kinda crazy at first, but now I'm not so sure. He actually called me once. It was really weird too, because I was at home alone. Lance had gone for a ride in his jeep. I think he was looking for Pietro to try and beat the crap out of him for betraying us (of course, I wanted to do the same thing, but waited). Fred went to the grocery store because we were out of food. But we usually are pretty fast with him living here. Todd had actually left me alone for most of the day. He decided to go shopping with Fred at the last minute. So I was home all by myself when 'he' called. I was really quite shocked. "Hey witchy-woman," He said in his Australian accent when I answered. "Gotten over the fact that your old man; and I emphasize on old, is still alive?" I was completely taken aback. "How did you get this number?" I asked a little too angrily. "From your brother, who else?" He answered, as though this were the most obvious thing in the world. "Figures," I said, making a mental note to rip my brother apart the next time I saw him. "He's actually the only decent person to talk to in this place," Pyro continued. "Gambit's always on the phone to some gal in Louisiana, Colossus rarely ever talks at all, and Sabertooth is always on his motorcycle." "Besides," He added. "If you ever try to talk to him, you just get growled at." I smiled from on the other line. "Well, if you want someone who talks a lot, my brother is the number one choice, since he never shuts up." I thought that I could feel Pyro smiling from the other line. "You got that right, mate." Now I seriously thought that I was going mental by talking to him, but I couldn't stop. "So, who is who anyway?" Pyro laughed. "I forgot, you have no idea who Gambit, Colossus, and Sabertooth (well, maybe not so much Sabertooth) are." "Care to enlighten me?" I asked. "Well," He began. "Gambit is this Cajun from Louisiana who is obsessed with cards, and Colossus is this Russian bloke who doesn't really like your daddy and who seems afraid to talk, unlike your brother." Now I was the one laughing. I stopped short though, and gasped. This was probably the first time I've actually laughed in years. And not just a fake laugh, a real one. The feeling was very new to me. I liked it. "You still there, Scarlet?" Pyro's voice came through the receiver. I gasped again. That was another thing that I hadn't heard in years. Pietro used to always call me Scarlet. That is, when we were like really young. After all, scarlet has always been my favorite color. "How did you…" My voice trailed off. Of course, my brother must have told him that, too. "How much has Pietro told you about me?" I finally asked. He laughed again. "Blimey, are you really that surprised I knew your old nickname?" Then he added. "Pietro has told me a great deal about you." "Why?" I wondered to myself. It didn't make sense. I eventually decided to wonder about it later. "Why did you call?" I asked suddenly. "Because I wanted to get to know ya a bit," Pyro shrugged. "And to see if you were going to blow up the telephone when you realized it was me." I didn't know what to say, so I said the first thing that came to mind. "So what's your real name, anyway?" He laughed for about the fifth time. "Saint John Allerdyce," He answered. "And your full name is?" I raised an eyebrow. "Why don't you just ask my brother since he's already told you so much about me?" I swear that guy must have a metal problem, because he doesn't ever stop laughing. "Because I wanted you to tell me personally, and because your brother left before I could ask him," Pyro answered when he finally stopped laughing like a hyena. "It's Wanda Claire Maximoff," (A/N: I don't know what her real middle name is, so I just made something up. Hey, at least it sounds good, right?) I found myself answering before I even really wanted to. "Hmm, Wanda Claire, I like that." "Thanks," I said out of politeness. "No problem, but there was something else I wanted to know." "Well, a few things," He added. "Good, because there are a few things I want to ask you," I said. "Oh really?" He actually sounded happy about it. "Yeah, but I guess that you can go first." I decided to see what exactly what his motive was, if he had one. "First of all, what do you do in your free time?" He asked. I was so shocked by the question, that I didn't know what to say. "Well, if it's winter, I like to go snowboarding," I replied after a moment of silence. "Cool, so do I," He said excitedly. (A/N: I got the idea from the episode "The Toad, The Witch, and the Wardrobe" since Wanda was chasing Pyro, and the both seemed to know how to snowboard well) "Can I ask you something now?" I inquired. "Fire away," Was his response. "Did you know that I was at home alone, and if so, then how?" For the first time, Pyro was actually silent for a while. At first I thought that he had hung up on me. After a while, he spoke again. "Sorry about that, I thought I heard someone coming, but yeah, I know that you're home alone." Now I was seriously confused. "Whoa, wait a minute, what do you mean that you thought you heard someone coming, and how do you know that I'm alone?" He chuckled softly. "Well, ya see, nobody exactly knows that I'm talking to you right now, and I don't really think that your dad would like it," Then he added. "I knew that you're home alone because I made Pietro go and check; speaking of him, do you know where the bloody hell he is?" I opened my mouth to say no, but then I remembered something. "I think Lance saw him." "Lance?" He asked confused. "Which one's Lance?" "The guy who causes earthquakes called Avalanche," I replied. "Oh, I remember him," Pyro said. "He's the bloke who Pietro told me about." I swear, throughout the whole conversation, I just became more and more confused. "Who all did Pietro tell you about?" I asked. "Not many people actually," He replied. "Just about you, Lance, and some guy named Evan that he wants to rip apart, kill, and/or, murder. He also told me about your two other housemates, and the two other girls that were once a part of the Brotherhood, but they ended up leaving for one reason or another." "What did he say exactly?" I asked. "He said….." Pyro stopped short. "Pyro, you still there?" I wondered aloud. "Listen," His voice was barely more than a whisper. "I have to go, I think Sabertooth heard me, but I don't think he knows it's you I'm talking to." Then he added. "Could you hang on a sec, I need to get something," "Sure," Was my response. I could hear a few weird noises in the background. Then I heard voices. One sounded like Pyro, and the other I hadn't heard before. I guessed that I was Sabertooth. After a few minutes, Pyro's voice came through the receiver again. "Ok, I got the over-grown kitty to go away, but I still have to go, but before I do, could you give me your address so I could maybe write you the answer of your question?" I was going to give it to him when I thought of something. "Just ask Pietro, he knows what it is." "Ok and I have your cell phone number, so I'll talk to ya later." The line went dead. As I hung up the receiver, about a thousand questions raced through my mind. I went into the kitchen to try and figure them out, but suddenly I realized something. "Wait a minute; I don't have a cell phone!" I quickly went upstairs, and into my room. Sure enough, on my bed was a scarlet colored cell phone. Next to it was a note.

Wanda,

Enjoy the new phone. If you can't figure out who gave it too you just call this number: 252-9325. If you can't figure out who bought it for you, call this number: 252-9482.

P.S. I recommend you call the second number.

I couldn't believe it. A new feeling was going through me. I didn't want to admit it, but it felt something oddly like it was friendship. Maybe more than that. I decided I would call both numbers tomorrow, because at that moment Fred and Todd came home. I quickly hid the phone, and went downstairs.

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