Sundays for me are usually the worst day of the week, Family Day, not my thing. Which is why immediately after Logan finished his "Workout Session" (basically he just wants to find my breaking point which he has yet to find by the way) I ducked out ignoring Scott's complaints and stole his car... It wouldn't happen if the Prof would just give me one of my own I say. (Mostly I wasn't in the mood to play "tell our feelings" with the Prof) I was on my way to talk to Pietro. Cameron had given me the okay to give him a little bit more info due to the recent developments. If all went well, Rogue would be touching, temporarily at least, in no time. When I reached to Brotherhood House I found Dante sitting alone on the porch.
"What's up?" I asked.
"If you're here to see Pietro, I wouldn't suggest it."
"Why?"
"You don't know?"
"Should I?" Now I was confused.
"That's what I thought. He's pissed, but you can try anyway?"
I nodded and walked past him and into the house. Pietro was lounging on the couch. "What's up?"
He looked up at me, scowled, was up, and in my face before I could blink. "What the hell do you want?"
"What's your problem?"
"I thought you were better than me, remember? You're all high and up on yourself."
"Pietro, I have NO idea what you're talking about." Better than him? What was he going on about?
"Don't play dumb. You're no better than me. Want to know why?"
"I never said I was better than you." He ignored me.
"Your father abandoned you too, your mother died when you were born, and you grew up in orphanages."
"How do you know that?" My throat closed in. This information I knew, but it was the way he said it that hurt me. How could he know such things?
"You're right about records online, it should be illegal."
My rage began to take over, "You have about 30 seconds to get out of my face and tell me what's really wrong, before there's a Tornado Warning in Bayville!" I warned, proving my point by showing him a tiny cyclone in my hand. They don't call me Twister for nothing ya know.
"You came here last night." He said taking a step back.
"No, I didn't." I looked at him confused. Something was up. I looked around the messy living room. Where was everybody? Usually the place was crawling with people.
"You are a poser, Allana. I don't even think you have a right to say you're on the same level as Jean and Scott with your background. I thought you were better than that. Guess I was wrong."
"I don't know what you're talking about, but you are treading on thin ice, my friend."
"I'm not your friend, I don't want to be friends with the likes of you."
"With the likes of me? Pietro what did I do?"
"Yeah, why don't you leave? There's enough pollution in this house without you helping the problem."
"What ever, Maximoff, give me a call when you start to make sense, okay?" I was pissed. I banged the door closed and found Dante still there.
"Told you." He mumbled.
"Shut up!" I stormed off to Scott's car. I wanted the world to die currently.
"Allana wait." I ignored him and sped off with out a second thought. Pietro Maximoff. He was my friend. What was going on with him? Whatever, right now I needed to cool off... When I reached to mansion Kurt and Scott were waiting in the garage for me.
"Where have you been?" Kurt asked.
"Why'd you take my car?" Was Scott's greeting.
"Hi to you too, now move!" I scowled.
"No, what's the matter?" Scott frowned. Oh, his concern really touch me... NOT.
"Back off, Summers!"
"But, Allana..." Kurt started.
"Leave me alone, Elf!" I snarled pushing past them. I stormed through mansion ignoring everybody and went to my room to change. I had excess energy I needed to burn off... Maybe a good LONG session would help.
"What's up, Twist?" Jasper asked coming in half way through my tear up of the drawers looking for some sweats.
"Go away, Jas." I growled.'
"Hey, that's my drawer! Stop!"
"Sorry." I moved away and opened the closet.
"No you don't." Japer pulled me back and slammed to closet closed. I looked around our room to find a large portion of our clothing flung on our furniture and floor. We weren't neat freaks, but we maintained a healthy level of clean, and this wasn't it.
"Oh boy," I sighed slumping to the floor.
"Dizzy." Jasper sat beside me.
A flash of smoke and the smell of brimstone signaled that Kurt had popped in uninvited and unwelcome.
"Are you okay?" Kurt asked, "You were kind of harsh back there."
"You were being mean to the Smurf?" Jasper gasped.
"Sorry Kurt, I'm just not in a good mood." I rubbed my forehead, I felt a head ache coming on. Just then half the mansion took it upon themselves to make sure I was okay, everybody talking at once. I rested my head on my knees. Sundays are my worst days. Family Day. Not my thing.
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Poor Allana... I can actually sympathize, I myself live with 4 brothers and sisters, not to mention a gazillion parents... anyway... lalala... now... lets see... interesting huh? Well... later!
"What's up?" I asked.
"If you're here to see Pietro, I wouldn't suggest it."
"Why?"
"You don't know?"
"Should I?" Now I was confused.
"That's what I thought. He's pissed, but you can try anyway?"
I nodded and walked past him and into the house. Pietro was lounging on the couch. "What's up?"
He looked up at me, scowled, was up, and in my face before I could blink. "What the hell do you want?"
"What's your problem?"
"I thought you were better than me, remember? You're all high and up on yourself."
"Pietro, I have NO idea what you're talking about." Better than him? What was he going on about?
"Don't play dumb. You're no better than me. Want to know why?"
"I never said I was better than you." He ignored me.
"Your father abandoned you too, your mother died when you were born, and you grew up in orphanages."
"How do you know that?" My throat closed in. This information I knew, but it was the way he said it that hurt me. How could he know such things?
"You're right about records online, it should be illegal."
My rage began to take over, "You have about 30 seconds to get out of my face and tell me what's really wrong, before there's a Tornado Warning in Bayville!" I warned, proving my point by showing him a tiny cyclone in my hand. They don't call me Twister for nothing ya know.
"You came here last night." He said taking a step back.
"No, I didn't." I looked at him confused. Something was up. I looked around the messy living room. Where was everybody? Usually the place was crawling with people.
"You are a poser, Allana. I don't even think you have a right to say you're on the same level as Jean and Scott with your background. I thought you were better than that. Guess I was wrong."
"I don't know what you're talking about, but you are treading on thin ice, my friend."
"I'm not your friend, I don't want to be friends with the likes of you."
"With the likes of me? Pietro what did I do?"
"Yeah, why don't you leave? There's enough pollution in this house without you helping the problem."
"What ever, Maximoff, give me a call when you start to make sense, okay?" I was pissed. I banged the door closed and found Dante still there.
"Told you." He mumbled.
"Shut up!" I stormed off to Scott's car. I wanted the world to die currently.
"Allana wait." I ignored him and sped off with out a second thought. Pietro Maximoff. He was my friend. What was going on with him? Whatever, right now I needed to cool off... When I reached to mansion Kurt and Scott were waiting in the garage for me.
"Where have you been?" Kurt asked.
"Why'd you take my car?" Was Scott's greeting.
"Hi to you too, now move!" I scowled.
"No, what's the matter?" Scott frowned. Oh, his concern really touch me... NOT.
"Back off, Summers!"
"But, Allana..." Kurt started.
"Leave me alone, Elf!" I snarled pushing past them. I stormed through mansion ignoring everybody and went to my room to change. I had excess energy I needed to burn off... Maybe a good LONG session would help.
"What's up, Twist?" Jasper asked coming in half way through my tear up of the drawers looking for some sweats.
"Go away, Jas." I growled.'
"Hey, that's my drawer! Stop!"
"Sorry." I moved away and opened the closet.
"No you don't." Japer pulled me back and slammed to closet closed. I looked around our room to find a large portion of our clothing flung on our furniture and floor. We weren't neat freaks, but we maintained a healthy level of clean, and this wasn't it.
"Oh boy," I sighed slumping to the floor.
"Dizzy." Jasper sat beside me.
A flash of smoke and the smell of brimstone signaled that Kurt had popped in uninvited and unwelcome.
"Are you okay?" Kurt asked, "You were kind of harsh back there."
"You were being mean to the Smurf?" Jasper gasped.
"Sorry Kurt, I'm just not in a good mood." I rubbed my forehead, I felt a head ache coming on. Just then half the mansion took it upon themselves to make sure I was okay, everybody talking at once. I rested my head on my knees. Sundays are my worst days. Family Day. Not my thing.
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Poor Allana... I can actually sympathize, I myself live with 4 brothers and sisters, not to mention a gazillion parents... anyway... lalala... now... lets see... interesting huh? Well... later!