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(An: Here it is, the second chapter. This one is quite a bit less serious, and probably shorter to boot. I don't like to take any fic of mine too seriously. Therein the lies the path to sanity. There really is no point to the Kiotr in this story, btw. It's just too delicious an idea to pass by.)

(Wanda)

When I told Rogue and Kitty my story (leaving out the part about my fascination with John's eyes), they gaped.

Especially Rogue. She was staring down at her hands, fiddling with her bracelets. "John... loves me?"

I felt a sudden surge of envy. I did my best not to show it, though. "That's what he said."

"He's a jerk," said Kitty decisively. "If he really liked Rogue, he'd want her to be happy!"

"I think that's what he meant," I said. "He wouldn't have done anything if Remy hadn't promised."

Rogue crossed her arms, scowling. "I'd complain, but this does sound like the kind of sorryass excuse Remy and John'd come up with. It's understandable, anyway... but they're still bastards."

"Well, I think you were right to punch him," said Kitty.

Rogue eyed her, her scowl deepening. "Whatever you're plotting, Kitty, stop."

Kitty assumed an overly innocent expression. "Who, me?"

(Kitty)

I'd like to think of what happened next as karmic realignment, not just as the total embarassment it was.

What'd I do?

My intentions were noble enough. I was going to make Remy feel guilty. Wanda had gone for justice. I went to make right what was completely wrong. I was going to help my friend by any means possible. I was Kitty the Brave, Kitty the Avenger!

It all went screwy, though, because I picked the wrong room.

Wouldn't have been as bad if it had been a different room, or a different time, or anything different, really. But it was Piotr's room, at the exact moment he was changing out of his uniform, at the exact second when he was pulling on his boxers.

I was halfway through the wall when I realized what a... compromising position I'd found my current interest in. All I could do was gape, halfway in and halfway out of his room. I have to admit, I liked what I saw.

That didn't stop me from being completely and totally mortified. I'm not like Wanda or Jubilee. If one of those two saw a guy they thought was attractive in the buff, they probably would crack some joke about ideal delivery while archiving the image for later use.

All I could do was squeak.

Up until that moment, Piotr hadn't noticed my presence. Despite the extreme mortification that instantly appeared on his face when he saw me, his beautiful, sky-blue eyes still made my knees weak.

Or, you know, they would've, if I hadn't been phasing and thus not using my knees.

"Sorry," I whispered, and ducked out of the wall.

I heard a thump, then, that I think was Piotr hitting the floor. I wouldn't know. At that moment, you couldn't have paid me to go anywhere near that room again.

Noble mission forgotten, Kitty the Extremely Embarrased (but Still Somewhat Satisfied) slunk away into the night.

(John)

I heard the clunk when Piotr passed out, having the room next to him. And besides, approximately two hundred pounds of teen hitting the ground is a hard sound to miss in any circumstances.

"Pete?" I asked, knocking on his door. "You ok in there?"

The deafening rock music that had been blasting from Remy's room since he broke off his tryst with Rogue lowered a little as he peeked out. "Did you hear it too, then?"

"I'm not sure how you couldn't," I replied, unable to avoid the cold tone in my voice. Having no response from the tin man, I opened the door. I could only get it halfway open, though, because blocking it was a very naked (and apparently unconcious) Piotr.

"Oh, Dieu!" said Remy. "Shut the door!"

I did so, muttering to myself about this urge to help my friends that always sprung on me in situations like this. It always got me in trouble.

"I feel horribly inadequate now," said Remy.

This snapped it. Remy and I looked at each other, and for a few minutes, our friendship was exactly the way it used to be as we both burst out laughing.

"It's a waste," I gasped. "All of that on a guy that would probably keel over if any girl so much as whispered 'sex.'"

After a moment, a head popped out of Piotr's room. He was blushing from the neck up. "If anyone asks," he mumbled, "I am dead."

"Oh, don't be so fatalistic," said Remy, wiping his eyes. "You're gonna make some femme real happy someday."

I'd thought it was impossible, but somehow, Piotr got even redder. "You know, it is things like these that make those people go on killing sprees."

Remy and I exchanged glances again, and we snorted. "So who saw you?" I asked.

"Guess," Piotr replied.

"Was it that perky little sheila you're always trying to draw- Katie or whatever?"

"Kitty," Piotr corrected automatically.

"I don't know why you're embarrassed, Petey-dear," Remy replied, leaning against the wall and smirking.

"I shall return," said Piotr, "with a gun." And he ducked back into his room.

(Kitty)

I returned to my room, doubting that the crimson of my cheeks would ever fade. Rogue, of course, had to comment. "So did you just run the three-minute mile," she asked, propping her chin on her fist and smirking at me, "or did you run into Piotr?"

"Guess," I snapped, in no mood for her prodding.

"The latter, then," said Rogue.

"And here I thought Jean was the psychic," I muttered.

"Aw, Kitty-cat," said Rogue, feigning offense, "I'm only curious about the emotional state of my best friend."

"And I'm only going to hit you once if you shut up now."

"Violence? Wow, you really do have a thing for this guy."

"ARGH!"

"What happened?" Rogue repeated. I could tell she was only a few words away from getting Kurt in here to poke me, so I spilled.

After I finished, Rogue sat and stared at me for a moment. She made a bizarre little spluttering noise and fell off her bed. There was a thump, and more of the spluttering noises.

It didn't take me long to figure out she was trying not to laugh.

"That's it, you're dead," I said, jumping from my bed to hers, and then tackling her.

A serious nonfight erupted, and both of us ended up panting, on the floor, feeling very dusty.

"So are you gonna ask him out?"

It ocurred to me that since Rogue had hated, loved, broken up with, and forgiven Remy, she was a lot more open for girl talk. "NO!" I replied instantly.

"Seems to me like a perfect opportunity." I was looking at the ceiling, not Rogue, but I could hear the smirk in her voice.

"Rogue," I said, slowly and clearly. "What part of 'I just saw him NAKED' don't you GET?"

"The part where Kitty the Brave doesn't jump at the opportunity to ask out her crush."

"I'm never gonna be able to look him in the eye again," I moaned.

"So?"

I hit her. Hard.

Nevertheless, a few hours later, I ended up on the Acolyte's doorstep, trying desperately to think of Piotr dressed normally instead of Piotr naked. I knocked, resisting the urge to run off screaming. I knocked.

To my utmost relief, Mastermind answered the door. He eyed me with a mixture of curiousity and boredom. "You're looking for the tall one, right?"

"Piotr?"

"That's it," said Mastermind. "Follow me. And it's Jason."

As I'd just been wondering what his name was, this was handy information.

"Here's his room," said Jason, pointing at a door, from which the type of music that one would expect suicidal people to play was pouring. "As you can tell, he's a little upset."

I nodded, trying to resist the blush that was threatening as I knocked.

"Whoever you are, go away," said a voice from within. "I am-" The voice cut off as Piotr poked his head out of the door. "Hello, Kitty," he says, after a very awkward moment.

I sucked in a deep breath and went for my first defense- unintelligible, superfast Valley Girl speak. "Look, I'm really sorry about what happened yesterday, I didn't mean to walk in on you like that, I was trying to take the piss out of John but I found the wrong room even though Wanda told me where it was since I'm a ditz like that and did I mention I'm really sorry?"

Piotr gave me the kind of look that didn't know whether to be embarrassed or amused.

I gave him a hopeful, blinding smile.

"It was an accident, Kitty, I know," he replied. His cheeks turned slightly red. "One would hope it doesn't happen again."

I nodded furiously. And before he could shut the door in my face, I blurted, "Do you want to go to a movie with me or something? I'm free Friday."

Piotr stared at me for a moment, then slowly nodded, as if in shock.

"Great! Don't call me, I'll call you!" And then I skipped down the hallway. Kitty the Brave was back!

(Remy)

About five minutes after Kitty left, I happened to peer out of my room. Piotr was standing in his doorway, looking rather confused. "You all right, Pete?"

"What just happened?" he inquired of me.

Having heard the whole thing (and having found it rather amusing), I replied, "You're going on a date with Kitty Pryde on Friday. Do you need me to repeat that slower?"

Piotr shook his head, looking awestruck but not unpleased.

I grinned, shaking my head as I retreated into my room.

(Now you see why I put this under just romance? The Kiotr evens out the Jonda. And trust me, all your questions shall be answered... next time, on the Twilight Zone! ...I mean, "Low Expectations.")