I Want You Back

Disclaimer: As usual, I own absolutely nothing.

Warning: I sometimes write incredibly bad and my stories tend to suck. But I love the stuff I write anyway.

Chapter 1: Can't Get Over You

Lance stared moodily at the picture of Kitty he had. Mind you, he had millions of them. He adored her and tried his best to be what she wanted, even though she always said that him being himself was enough for her. But somehow, he never felt it was ever enough.

The day they broke up was a very solemn day for him. It was as though his heart had been ripped out and stomped, left on the corner of the streets to rot. He vaguely remembered screaming. A whole lot. He had made her cry and it had killed him. She had left without another word to him.

Nothing was ever the same after that.

Lance, although he wasn't usually one to brood, spent more time in his bedroom, idly running his hands over the strings of his guitar as his mind drifted back to when he would play it for her in the park. His room was always cast in shadow due to him always keeping the curtains shut to keep out the sunlight.

Pietro had claimed that he was turning into Wanda and that it was freaking him out. His twin had hexed him for the comment and for a very short moment, Lance had cracked a smile in what seemed like months. But after that, Lance had returned to being an empty shell. Not even Fred and Todd's antics could help him come out of his funk.

The rest of the Brotherhood tried a range of things, including inviting John over. But it proved fruitless as the dark-haired teen didn't even glance at the pyromaniac's way as he attempted to put Todd on fire.

Lance often wondered whether or not Kitty missed him at all. He sure as hell missed her. Whenever he happened to pass by her and her group of friends at the mall during one of the rare times when he actually did go out, she never noticed him. Or, at least, pretended not to.

But during that one time when he watched her from the balcony at the upper level, his heart thudded painfully as he watched her laugh at something the princess had said.

He sighed and leaned against his headboard as he shook the memory away. It was painful, true, but sometimes he truly wondered if he wanted to forget.

Emotionally drained, he wished he could just sleep forever as he turned on his side. However, sleep wouldn't come as someone insisted on banging on his door and shouting at the top of her lungs.

"Alright, Alvers, that's it! You're getting out of that room, you hear me?" Wanda yelled.

"Leave me alone, Wanda!" Lance yelled back, putting a pillow over his head in an attempt to quell the noise.

"No way, Lance!" she said. And then, in a much softer tone, "Come on, Lance, we're worried about you. At least come out. Pietro, Todd, Fred… they're all worried about you. I'm worried about you. You've been locked up tight in your room for the past couple of days."

"I can't go out Wanda," Lance said helplessly as the door creaked open. "I can't go out there and pretend that nothing's wrong."

Wanda looked at her friend with worry in her eyes. As pathetic as he was at the moment, the look of lost hope in his eyes was enough to cause her to feel sorry for him somewhat. And almost to make her, the Scarlet Witch, start crying. Thankfully, she didn't.

"Lance-get-over-her," Pietro said from the doorway. He was starting to become sick of his best friend's moping.

"I can't," he said softly as he sought out a picture of him and Kitty on his bedside table.

"You're-being-pathetic," the speedster snapped, snatching the photo before he could reach it. He put to the other side of the room with the smiling faces faced down.

"You're right," Lance sighed, as he rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling as his eyes stung slightly. And although he had the urge to cry, he held it back. "I am pathetic."

Wanda rolled her eyes, all feeling of remorse leaving her in an instant. "You know what, Pie, start the jeep, we're taking him to the mall," she said. She grabbed the keys to Lance's jeep before he could protest and threw them to Pietro who hurried out. "Look, Lance, I don't care if I have to drag you there, or hex you to come with us. You're coming."

Lance looked at her with weary eyes and when he finally realized that she wasn't going to leave the room, he finally gave in.

"Alright, just give me five minutes to wash up," he said as he sluggishly made his way to the bathroom.

"We'll be waiting," Wanda said and stormed out of the room.

Sighing, Lance grabbed a clean shirt and washed his face, and went down to meet the Maximoff twins.

"Let's get this over with," he muttered as he got into the passenger's seat. Usually, he'd drive and he'd be ticked off that Pietro was driving his jeep, but just for today, he let it slide.

They arrived at the mall in no time, and Lance was having second thoughts as the twins attempted to drag him out of the jeep with much success. He dragged his feet as he shoved his hands into pockets. He was sandwiched between Pietro and Wanda.

For the first hour, all they did was eat and for a few moments was slightly amused as Wanda and Pietro argued on which store to go first. Wanda had won and had dragged the two boys to Hot Topic.

After that, Pietro proceeded to drag them to another store where Wanda and Lance sat bored as he picked out clothes at a fast pace. Eventually, Pietro had convinced Lance to try on some and had ended up buying a sweatshirt out of pure annoyance of the male Maximoff twin.

When they left, Lance's heart practically died in his throat. He darted behind Wanda, who wasn't that much taller than him to begin with.

Entering the mall was Kitty, who was holding onto Piotr's arm. Rogue, Amara, Ray and Bobby were also there. Lance made a move as though to run the other way but Wanda had caught his arm before he got too far and started walking towards the X-Men.

"If you're going to get over her, you're gonna have to be able to at least face her," Wanda hissed. Lance struggled against her grip but stopped as they met the X-Men in front of a video store.

"Hey, Wanda," Rogue said, "didn't expect tah see yah here."

"Hey, Rogue," Wanda greeted back, nodding. She nudged Pietro and Lance and they hastily mumbled a "Hi."

There was silence between the two groups. Kitty was fidgeting nervously, and Piotr, sensing her discomfort, put an arm around her, aware that the rock tumbler was watching. Lance sighed and shook his head.

"You guys can take the jeep. I'll just walk home," Lance said. He nodded towards Rogue and the New Recruits and merely cold-shouldered the couple that was tearing him apart.

Wanda watched him nervously and Rogue pulled her aside, as Kitty and Piotr went ahead. The three younger X-Men walked off on their own and promised to meet up with Rogue, who had unfortunately landed the job of babysitting them, even though they were perfectly capable of going anywhere by themselves.

"He isn't ovah her, is he?" Rogue asked.

Wanda nodded. "It's killing him, Rogue," she said softly. Her eyes met with Pietro's. Care and worry were among the emotions evident in the male twin's eyes. "He can't live without her."

A/N: So, how was it? Think I should continue?