I Want You Back
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Chapter 12
"You did what!" Wanda exclaimed.
"I agreed to be friends with her," Lance said dejectedly. He had come home from work to a kitchen ready with dinner. He had told the rest of the Brotherhood of the unexpected meeting he had with his ex-girlfriend.
"First off, Lance, I don't get why you're so depressed if she asked you to be her friend. Second of all," Pietro said, "are you insane? Do you have a death wish we don't know about? If tin can finds out what you agreed to, you're dead!"
"Gee, it's nice to know you care, Pietro, really," Lance said sarcastically, as Wanda fixed a glare on him.
"In a sense, Pietro's right, yo!" Todd said. "He could squash you like a bug!"
"Keep talking, Toad, and I'll squash you like a bug!" Wanda said through gritted teeth and irritation.
"I could squash tin man for you, Lance! I took him down once," Fred said while eating a sub sandwich.
Lance managed a weak grin. "Thanks. I guess…"
"Ugh, I live with idiots!" Wand sighed in annoyance.
Pietro zipped to her side and put an arm around her shoulders. "Yea,-but-that's-why-you-love-us." He zipped back to his place across from her.
Wanda couldn't help but smile. She frowned at Lance. "Alright, mister, that's enough. That's your fifth can." She reached over and wrenched the half-full beer can out of his hands.
"I can't help it Wanda," he said, burying his face into his hands. He pulled on his hair. "I've waited for her to talk to me for months but now I'm not sure if that's what I want. I'm sure that's not what I want. I mean, being just friends is good. But I want more than that. I wanna be what I was to her a year ago." He stood up and swayed a little. "I'm gonna head out for a while."
"Oh, no you don't," Wanda said. She took his arm and grabbed his jeep keys from his loose hand. "You may not be very drunk, Lance, but you're intoxicated. And I'm not letting you drive and get yourself into an accident."
"But Wanda!" Lance whined.
"Pietro, catch!" Wanda said, throwing the keys to him.
"Pietro, give it!"
"No-way,-Lancey-boy," Pietro said, zipping into the living room.
"Pietro!" Lance snarled. He clenched his fists and the house started trembling.
"Hey, Lance, quit it, yo!" Todd said.
"Lance!" Wanda yelled, throwing her hands out and hexing his hands. The tremors ceased almost immediately. "You are not driving, and you are not leaving this house. Freddy, take him to his room!"
While whining and thrashing like a five-year-old, Fred picked Lance up and carried him up to his room with the rest of them following behind him. Todd and Pietro were snickering while Wanda did her best not to glare at them.
"Freddy, wait," Wanda said, moving forward and holding out an arm. "Pietro, go into Lance's room and take every cigarette pack and beer can you can find."
"Be-back-in-a-flash," Pietro said. Two seconds later, his arms were filled with said items.
Wanda nodded at Freddy and he proceeded to drop the now immobile Lance in his room who had feigned sleeping. When his rear end made contact with the floor and him giving out a grunt, he scrambled to get up but Wanda had already shut the door and had locked the door; with no way of getting out until Lance was completely sober. They walked down the stairs with the sounds of banging on the door heard.
"What should we do about him?"
Lance's ears perked up slightly. He had been leaning against his door for what seemed like hours with nothing to do. Sure, he had strummed his guitar for a while but even that lost its appeal after a while. He tried reading one of the many books Kitty had bought him, but it proved to be quite painful. The both of them had spent many nights just curled on his bed while Kitty read the novel to him as though he were a child. But it had felt nice. And at that time, he had actually imagined his life with her and with their children all with clear sapphire eyes and brown hair. But that image had shattered shortly after the break up.
"What-do-you-mean-'what-should-we-do-about-him'?"
Lance pressed his ear and hands against the door, trying to listen in on the Maximoff twins muffled conversation. He assumed Todd and Fred had retired for the night.
"I mean, the situation with Kitty and of them being friends."
He sighed. He shouldn't have agreed to it, but being able to talk to her once more and seeing her face that wasn't shadowed away had clouded his mind and had made him fall for her once more. It was already hard seeing her at the mall, or anywhere in fact, with her current love.
At first, when he had heard her voice out by the secretary's desk, he had been hesitant on facing her when Suzanne, the secretary, had told Kitty to go on ahead inside. He had almost escaped from facing her too, but he was just a second too late. And before he knew it, he was talking to her again. Actually talking to her. And in the end, when the conversation was coming to a close, for a moment it had almost seemed as though it was just like it was when they were happy together.
"Do you think we should even do anything?" Lance's eyebrows furrowed. Pietro was talking at normal human pace. "It's up to them to do what they like. It was Kitty-Cat's decision to be friends with Lance. And he said yes."
"Do you think we can, I dunno, be friends?"
The question was fit for naïve five-year-olds who were meeting for the first time. But they weren't five years old. They were mature teenagers, or in Lance's case, a legal adult.
"Yes, I know that," Wanda said patiently. "But don't you think this might hurt Lance more? Even worse than before, I mean. Kitty's going to be torn between hanging out with Lance and going out on dates with Piotr. X-Men may be able to do a lot of things, but real life things are a bit of a challenge for them. Don't get me wrong. I respect Kitty. I just don't think this is a good idea at all. It was bad enough during the first few months, imagine what it'll be like now."
Lance felt his heart drop in slight disappointment. Wanda had a point. Kitty would be more willing to spend her time with Piotr rather than with him. But what if she did want to spend time with him?
"You may be on to something, sis," Pietro said.
Lance jumped slightly. They were right on the other side of this door seeing as how he could hear them even clearer than before. He frowned. He could almost imagine the twins looking at his closed door.
"We'll talk about this morning," Wanda sighed. "Good night, Pietro."
"'Night Wanda."
Lance sighed and got into bed himself. He wanted to know what tomorrow would bring to him. But at the same time, he dreaded it, not knowing what would happen exactly.
A/N: Well, there's chapter 12. Finally got around to do it now that school's been let out. (From where I'm from anyway.) I was suffering from writer's block for this particular story. (Yes, it's way too early for that.) There's a wedding I'm attending this Sunday and I have the tiring task of welcoming guests. Heh. Hope you enjoyed this! Review, if you will. It makes me giddy whenever I see a new e-mail in my Inbox.