Author's Note- Ya know, I completely forgot this rating was 'R'. Guess it should live up to that, huh?

Second Note- Well, anyhow, I wanted to say what Pete looks like here, since he's not an agent. Blue jeans (Yes, Pete in jeans), probably one of those black shirts with the white lettering on them (I only do what the voices in my head tell me to. Jean, Xavier, and Rogue need that one, come to think of it), the hair the same (dark and kind of tussled in a sexy way) but he's a bit more clean shaven, and of course the bright piercing gray-blue eyes. This will also help those of you who don't know who Pete Wisdom is.

Third Note- This is going to be a little OOC, especially for Kitty, sorry.

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elf-princess4- Glad I'm in your favorites now.

LotusPen- Happy that you like.

somekindafreaky- Lovely huh? Now I have warm fuzzies :)

Dark Whispers- I'm pretty happy to be back. Thanks for your reviews

Lightspeed Suzuka- Thanks for the review, and all the others.

Jaina12- Can't have a mushy Pete, although it is fun to write. I like Lancitty too, I've written several, I just like Kete better.

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A Few Small Problems

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Here we go again

Ashamed of being broken in

We're getting off track

I want to get you back

Again

I want you to trouble me

I wanted you to linger

Yeah I want you to agree with me

I want so much so bad

Come on and lay it down

I've always been with you

Here and now

Give all that's within you

Be my savior

And I'll be your downfall

-Matchbox Twenty

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Pete got up almost bouncing into the kitchen. "If I didn't know better I'd swear you got laid," Pietro said. "But I know Pryde and... nah."

"Piss off, mate," Pete grumbled grabbing a cup of coffee. Remy came in and sat down after grabbing a cup for himself. "Mornin'."

"Bon matin," Remy muttered still too asleep to realize he was speaking in French.

"Right," Pete said nonplussed. He turned to John who was playing with his lighter happily. "What's with him?"

"Our friend here has seen his wet dream come true," Pietro smirked.

He was immediately kicked hard by Remy who nodded at Wanda. "Don' talk like dat in front of de femmes."

"He's my twin, I'm used to it," Wanda said.

"You two are related?" Pete asked his eyes going wide. He turned to Wanda and shook his head sadly. "Ya have me condolences."

Wanda smirked. "You're starting to grow on me."

"Like a fungus!" he said cheerfully. Pete then turned back to Pietro. "You were saying?"

"Right, Amara's this X-Geek," Pietro continued.

"Don't call her that," John snapped.

Pietro rolled his eyes. "Whatever, anyhow, she can make her entire body catch on fire."

"She's amazin'," John gushed happily.

"You and Remy, disgusting the both of you," Pietro said. "At least Pete doesn't gush over Pryde... why anyone would I don't know."

"Watch it, Maximoff," Pete growled.

"You too?" Pietro asked rolling his eyes skyward. "I'm the only sane one here." He suddenly flew back.

"I'd watch what you say, *brother*," Wanda snapped.

"Er... sorry." Lance walked in and sat down on Pietro's other side giving Pete a hard glare.

"Problem?" Pete asked raising his eyebrows.

"Nothing," Lance snapped. Pete raised one eyebrow. He turned to Remy who was watching the two interested.

"You and your petite comin' with Rogue an' Remy Friday night?" Remy inquired.

"Kitty didn't mention anything," Pete said.

"We're goin' ta a movie, some horror thing ma chére wanted ta see, she invited Kitty," Remy said before grinning. "Not'ing if funnier den watching de chat when she's watchin' a scary movie."

"I'll talk t' her," Pete said. He glanced down at his watch. "Have t' go, I promised Kitty I'd pick her up fer school." He stood and walked out to his car and quickly drove to the Institute. Kitty was already out waiting for him. She jumped into his car and kissed him happily.

"Morning," she chirped.

"Hey, luv," he purred. "Ready?"

She smiled back. "Yeah, as much as I would love to skip out with you, I'm afraid I can't."

He smiled. "Awe, come on, luv, we can get a hotel room and..." He trailed off and raised an eyebrow suggestively. She giggled but hid it behind her hand. He smiled pulling out onto the road. Soon they had arrived.

"Hey, we're early."

"True," he smiled reaching out and softly cupping her chin. "What shall we do with the time?" He leaned down and his lips found hers. She lifted her head returning his kiss enthusiastically. He leaned further in towards her running his fingers through her hair, effectively messing it up. She sighed running her hands cautiously up his chest before resting her arms around his neck. He pulled away when they were panting for breath.

"Wow," she murmured as she caught her breath. He merely chuckled at that. "We should go."

He glanced down at his watch. "That eager t' get away from me? We still have ten minutes." She smiled leaning towards him and kissing him. He caressed her leg as he deepened the kiss. She pulled away reluctantly as his hand moved higher and higher on her thigh. "Sorry, luv." She smiled a little and shrugged.

"It's totally okay, but school is going to start in five minutes and you're, like, wearing my lip gloss." He looked in the mirror and cursed softly causing her to giggle again.

"Laugh all ya want, Pryde. Your hair was a casualty in this." She moved closer and looked in the mirror too.

"Look at what you did!"

He smirked. "Ya know you liked it." She hit his shoulder and proceeded to fix her hair. He got out and opened her door for her. "My lady, are you ready to face the hoards?"

She brushed her hair one last time and grabbed her backpack and purse. "I suppose." He took her backpack from her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders leading her inside.

"I ever mention that I love your hair like that?" Pete asked of the way it hung loosely down her back.

"No," she murmured blushing.

He smiled. "Let me say it now. You just look so much more... sexier with your hair like that. Not that you don't look sexy with it up, it leaves that elegant neck of yours exposed so I can do this-" he leaned down and softly nibbled her neck. "Without anything in my way." She shoved him away playfully.

"Excuse me, Wisdom, but we are in a public place."

His smile only widened. "Don't tell me Ms. Pryde is afraid of a little PDA."

"I am not!"

He smirked now. "Prove it."

"What?"

"Prove you're not. Kiss me, right here, in front of everyone."

"Peter Paul Winston Wisdom!" He winced at the use of his full name.

"How in the bloody hell did you-"

"I have my ways," she said brusquely. "And I am not going to make out with you in public just to prove a point." Rogue and Remy were standing near Rogue's locker, not three feet away from them and listening interested in their conversation.

"See? I was right." Pete was amused to see her actually growl before grabbing the collar of his jacket and pulling his mouth down to hers, kissing him long and hard. He was quick to return the kiss and several people were clapping when they parted, including their friends. Pete could see that Kitty was mortified but she quickly hid that as she stepped away.

"I'll see you in class," she said regally before taking her bag and striding away. She turned back and smiled. "I told you I wasn't." Rogue followed her friend since the two, oddly enough, now shared a homeroom.

Remy walked over to Pete who turned to the Cajun with a smile. "I think I could fall in love with that girl."

"Let's go, Romeo," Remy said rolling his eyes.

"That's the pot callin' the kettle black ain't it, mate?" Pete inquired.

"Oui, mais Remy's better at it."

It was Pete's turn to roll his eyes. "Whatever."

"So, you and de chat, you tagether?"

"I think so," Pete said.

In the girls' homeroom

"So you two finally worked things out?" Rogue asked.

"Yeah," Kitty nodded. "We talked and... we're actually together now."

Rogue smiled, happy for her friend. "Ah told ya, sugah," she said, "just talk ta him."

Emma walked over to them and sat down on the desk in front of the duo. "Kitty, I wanted to talk to you."

"What do you want?"

"I believe I just stated that."

"Why?"

"Look, I don't like you, you don't like me."

Kitty frowned at that. "I get why I don't like you, you stole my boyfriend, why don't you like me?"

"He's still hung up on you." She narrowed her eyes. "He's always going on: 'Kitty this' and 'Kitty that'."

Kitty was still confused. "I'm sorry, Emma, but I, like, can't exactly help you with that."

"You can if you stop parading around with that lowclass loser to make him jealous."

"For one: don't call my boyfriend lowclass, two: I'm not going to stop seeing Pete just to make *you* happy, three: I am not trying to make him jealous."

"I'm a telepath. You can't lie to me."

"Maybe it started like that but that's over now. Lance is yours. Have fun. I'm through with him."

"I truly hope so, Pryde." She narrowed her eyes at the petite brunette again. "You *don't* want to make me angry."

"Don't threaten me, Frost," Kitty said coolly although she was seething with anger inside.

After school

As Pete left the school Lance walked over to him. "I'm ending this here," he said.

"Could that be any more clichéd?" Pete inquired raising an eyebrow.

"Look, you've had your fun, I know you don't really care about her," Lance said.

"An' how would ya know that?"

"I love Kitty," Lance said. "You just met her-"

"If ya loved the bird ya shouldn't have broken her heart. Now excuse me-" He started to leave but Lance grabbed his arm. "You two have history and Kitty does still like you, because of that I'm giving you three seconds to get your hands off of me." Pete waited the appropriate amount of time before whirling around and punching the other mutant. Lance touched his bleeding lip before raising an eyebrow.

"Good, you started it." A vicious fight ensued neither using their power, until Pete was phased out of the fray.

"What do you two think you're doing?" she exclaimed. "Lance, I'd almost expect this of you but, Pete?" She glared at both of them. "If you two want to kill each other, fine, I'm leaving." She stalked away, to Rogue's convertible.

"Damn it," Pete murmured. He glared at Lance. "That was all your fault."

"Yes," Lance acknowledged.

"Look," Pete said slowly. "We don't like each other, fine, but do we have t' do this?"

Lance pretended to think about it. "I'm gonna go with yes."

Pete nodded. "Just checking." The two began to fight again, this time their fight was broken up by administration.