Shiny
Chapter 11
NOTE: Please read chapter 10 again! I changed things because I didn't like the direction in which it was going! So unless you read it, you'll be amazingly confused. Oh, and since I started writing this story before season 4, just imagine that Kitty and Lance never got back together, Magneto never died, and Mystique was never smashed to pieces.
Shoutouts:
Lia Fail- Dude... words aren't ever my friends. I spend 3/4 of the time writing this story looking at a thesaurus so I can find another word for 'good' or something. BTW, I absolutely LOVE "The Knight and the Maiden." It makes me so happy
Sanity: Questionable- Wine... hm... Its taking me a while to look back at what ever the hell I was thinking. Oh yeah. Its cause Rogue and Gambit were drinking beer. I couldn't think of a song title with the word 'beer' in it.
IcyLeo- Yeah. I'm not a fan of Jott either. I hate them both, in fact. They're so annoying. And since this is my story I thought "hey, why not just do whatever the hell I want..." So I decided to be extra harsh on them. Just my strange way of getting kicks. What's funny is that I once read "Scott is like Jean with a penis." I think I'll put that in here somewhere... Cause it made me laugh forever.
Freelancer- Wow. Thank you for all your reviews. I wake up one morning and my inbox is filled with stuff from I'm like "What the hell? I haven't updated any of my stories in Forever..." Its great to know that people are still reading my stuff.
"Lance" she managed to breathe out. Her mind jumped to Piotr sitting just a few yards away. What an awkward scene that would make. Pulling herself together, Kitty cleared her throat. "What are you doing here?"
He smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder. "I wanted to see you, Kitty. I've really missed you."
Kitty's stomach plummeted. This was no what she wanted: for Lance to try and come back in here life, just when everything was starting to go so well. He was about three weeks to late for that to be an option.
"I messed up," he continued, after receiving no response. "And I am so sorry."
Piotr was starting to get bored. Kitty had left to get dressed nearly 20 minutes ago. Looking at the clock, he decided to go wake Illyana. He padded softly in his bare feet towards the stairs. For someone his size, he could walk around nearly soundlessly. Stretching his arms above his head to get rid of the stiffness of sleep, he paused. There were voices near the door. Being the gentleman he was, he turned around to go up the kitchen stairs.
Out of the corner of her eye, Kitty thought she saw Piotr, but she shrugged it off, attributing it to the last effects of sleep. "You really hurt me." She told Lance, fighting back both the will to slap him, and to fall down crying.
"I know. I'm so sorry. I was such a stupid moron. I've done some thinking, and I've changed since then, Kitty. In no way, large or small would I hurt you. I want to take care of you." He smiled, and spread out his arms for an accepting hug.
Kitty kept her eyes downcast. Her voice came out raspy and hollow. "Go away, Lance." The door closed, and Kitty slid down to her knees, burying her face in her hands.
Kurt was watching TV. Saturday morning cartoons were always something he never liked to miss. Mikhail, having just returned, was planted on the sofa next to him. During the past few weeks the two had formed an understanding between them which had become a strong friendship.
"So, how was it?" Kurt asked after 'Fillmore!' had gone to a commercial.
"How was what?"
"Last night." A devilish grin laced his lips.
'Very nice." Mikhail nonchalantly shrugged.
Kurt punched the Russian in the should.
"Yeah yeah yeah..." The older one waved off Kurt's enthusiasm. The doorbell rang. Kurt got up to answer it. He reached the door to the room, but stopped when he saw it opened.
"Ugh." He returned back on the couch.
"What?"
"Lance is here."
"Who?"
Kurt sighed. "Kitty's ex-boyfriend. I HATE it when he's here. He's so annoying. Now they'll probably get back together and get all... kissy everywhere. You can't escape it. Its disgusting. He's a douche bag."
"Oh, I doubt that will ever happen."
"What are you talking about?"
"I walked in on an interesting situation a couple days ago. I do believe my little brother has found love with the darling Kitty." Mikhail put his hands by his head in a mock expression of love. For being nearly 25 years old, Mikhail had the great ability of acting like an 11 year old boy at times.
"Ha. I never would have expected that." Kurt smirked. "That's good. I don't think I could stand having to hang out with Lance and Kitty for one more minute." He involuntarily shuddered at the thought.
Up in her room, Kitty stared at the empty bed on the opposite wall. She found herself wishing that Rogue were there, more than she had in the past. While they were entirely different people, Rogue always listened to Kitty, and oftentimes gave her invaluable advise. Of course, most of it was in her own unique way. "Kitty, you gotta just suck it up and deal with yer own problems."
'Too bad Rogue never let anyone else help her with her own problems. She might be here.' Kitty thought, getting dressed.
No one had ever hurt her like Lance had. He lied to her, and stabbed her in the back. Things were said, and words can never be taken back. Whenever her mind turned to him, it felt like she had Wolverine's claws embedded in her abdomen. She felt like vomiting. Very few people had ever made her cry. Lance was one of the lucky few. He got the gold medal prize.
She sighed and walked in to her closet, getting dressed. She had to forget about that and start looking towards the future. Piotr was the best thing that had happened to her in a long, long time. She smiled in spite of herself, and walked to the mirror. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying. It wouldn't do for anyone to see she was crying, especially over a jerk like Lance.
Illyana jumped up and down excitedly. She had never been to a restaurant before, and while she didn't exactly know what a restaurant is, she was excited nonetheless. Holding both Kitty and Piotr's hands, swinging from them, they walked out into the garage.
"Do you want to drive or should I?" Kitty asked, grabbing keys to one of the many cars the Institute had for the students to drive.
"Uh... I haven't driven since I was ten and got to drive the tractor on the farm. I didn't exactly have enough time to get my licence." He blushed slightly.
"That's ok, I'll drive."
They got into the car, making sure their seatbelts were buckled, and left for the local IHOP.
(A/N: I am so sorry it took me FOREVER to get this chapter out. But I've had a hectic summer, full of heartbreak or such... and I haven't really been in the mood to write. I've mostly been focusing on my painting or poetry.
Secondly, I'm really not too happy with this chapter... but... I guess its better than nothing, eh?
So... next chapter in a few weeks, hopefully. I'll work hard, and put mush in it or something.
You know... You just read wonderful fics and then realize how crappy yours is. I guess I should be reading some crappy fics. So I guess I'll have to delve into the world of Romy.
Oh... Rogue will be in the next chapter. And something very surprising. I know what I want to do, I'm just not sure how to get there. Also, what the Hell is wrong with I can't add asterix to divide the parts in the chapter. I have to use these retarded lines... Am I doing anything wrong?
Go Bears!)