Dance on, Kietro, Dance on
By: XMENobsession
AN: I'm a horrible, horrible person! I made you guys wait forever for this chapter and I'm really sorry. I'm not going to give you any excuses, just please accept my apology. While I'm writing I always think of a million things to say here, but when I finally start typing I've got nothing. Huh. Oh well, read the chapter (why stop at the Author's Note?) and REVIEW! It would mean a lot to me, even though I've been so horrible to you guys! Sorry! Oh, I reviewed my own story! I didn't even know I could do that! Isn't that so cool? And a little sad…but also really cool! Ha, ha! I'm such a loser!
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing having to do with the X-Men or the song 'Too much time on my hands'. I don't know it that's the name of the song, but you know what I mean. I love that song…
Chapter 7
"Are we there yet?"
"Where are you going?" Pietro asked Kitty as she quickly walked away from him.
"To find us a ride." She began to search the parking lot for the familiar cars of friends, but found none. "What are we supposed to do now?"
Pietro folded his arms and leaned against the sports car. He looked down at it. Then at Kitty. Then back at the car. She knew what he was thinking. "No way," she said. "It's illegal."
"Since when do you follow the law?"
"When did I ever not?"
"These days, just being a mutant is against the law…but seriously, there's nothing stopping us. 1. Who would know it was us? 2. How do you know this car doesn't belong to someone like Duncan Matthews, who deserves to get his car stolen? And 3. I really wanna do it!"
She looked at the car. It was pretty. And there was a possibility that it was Duncan's. In that case, it was her civic duty to steal it. What kind of logic is that? Oh, who cares?
"All right. Go ahead."
"Really?" Pietro definitely wasn't expecting that. "Okay!" He raced around to the front seat of the car and started to work.
"Do you have any idea what you're doing?" Kitty asked.
"No, so don't distract me." He answered from underneath the steering wheel. "Ow!"
"What happened?"
"Nothing. Just a small electric shock."
"Are you okay?"
"I will be once you stop distracting me."
Kitty huffed. "Fine then." She sat on the hood of the car, praying that no one saw them. Some one did once walk out of the school, but they went in the other direction, leaving the mutants safe.
"Are you almost done?"
"…"
"Pietro?"
"…"
"Pietro, answer me!" she banged her fist on the hood and the engine started. "Wha…?"
"I did it!" He squirmed out from the small space under the steering wheel and sat up in the front seat. "Ha, ha, ha! I rule!"
"How did you…?"
"Car Hotwiring for Dummies."
"What is with you and those books?"
Pietro shrugged. "I've got too much time on my hands and it's ticking away at my sanity." He smiled. "I've got too much time on my hands…"
"Can you believe such a calamity?" They both looked at each other. Then they broke out into song. "I've got too much clap, clap time on my hands and it's ticking away, ticking away from me!"
They looked up and saw a student staring at them from the sidewalk. The three of them just kept staring until Pietro yelled, "Second verse, same as the first!" The student quickly ran off before they could start singing again. Kitty laughed. "Are we that bad?"
"Worse." They both started laughing. After a few minutes, Kitty wiped a tear from her eyes and said, "We'd better get going." Pietro agreed and they drove away from the school.
While on the road, Kitty asked, "So where are we going?"
"I already told you, it's a surprise."
"Come on! I'm not going to jump out of the car, promise."
Pietro thought about it. She had a point. Even if she didn't like where they were going (which he doubted) she couldn't just phase out of a moving vehicle. But still…"You'll see when we get there."
Kitty sighed. "I guess…but why won't you tell me?"
He shrugged. "I don't feel like it. Why won't you leave it alone?"
"What else is there to talk about?"
"Plenty."
"Go ahead, then."
"All right…let's see…there's current events, the weather, television, sports…or we could just get to know each other better. Tell me about yourself."
"How about you tell me about yourself."
"Fine. I'm a member of the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants. My mutant power is super speed. My father is Magneto. My favorite…"
"Wait, Magneto's your dad?"
"You didn't know?"
"Well, I'd heard rumors, but who knows what to believe. Wow! What's that like?"
"How am I supposed to know? It's not like he came to all my tee-ball games. I mean, it's Magneto."
"Yeah, but still…he's your dad. And he's in charge of the Brotherhood so you've got to talk to him sometimes."
"I guess so…can we change the subject? What about your dad?"
"My dad's completely average. My mom is too. In fact, they're kind of dull."
"So the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, huh?"
"Hey! I'm not dull! ...am I?"
He looked at her. "Do you really want me to answer that question?"
"No…"
There was an awkward silence then. Kitty hated awkward silences. She was definintley not the loudest person, but, living at the mansion, other people were normally loud enough for her. She had gotten used to the noise. Like, why doesn't he say something? He usually never shuts up. She looked over at Pietro. He seemed to be concentrating very hard on the road. I've got to say something, this is driving me insane!
"Are we there yet?"
Pietro smiled, still not taking his eyes off the road. "Don't even start…"
"What? Am I annoying you?"
"Yes."
"Oh…Are we there yet?"
"Stop it! I'm the only person allowed to be annoying."
"Says who?"
"The president of the United Sates."
"What?"
Pietro, still trying to keep his eyes on the read, leaned over Kitty and reached into the glove-compartment. He pulled out a white sheet of paper and handed it to her. She read, "This document officially decrees that Pietro Maximoff is the Most Annoying Person in the country and, therefore, holds all of the rights related to the title. Signed: the President of the United States of America."
She lowered the paper onto her lap and stared straight ahead. "Okay, three questions. 1) Where did you get this?"
"A shady figure named Bob Smith who I met in a dark alley."
"…Now that opens up a lot more questions, but I'm going to stick to the original three. Why do you keep it in the glove-box of Lance's jeep?"
"Well it's not like I have my own jeep to keep it in!"
"…All right, and lastly, the president's name is spelled wrong."
They only way Pietro could think to answer that was, "That's not a question."
"It's more of a concern…"
He snatched the paper away from her and said, "You can't look at every little, unimportant detail. You've gotta see the big picture."
"Which is?"
"That I, being the Most Annoying Person in the Country, own the rights to the term: Are we there yet? Besides, we are."
Kitty looked. They had pulled into the parking lot of what a sign nearby said was Bayville Park.
"Why are we here?"
Pietro got out of the car. "You ask too many questions."
"And you barely answer them." Kitty got out too. She began too scan the area when Pietro's cell phone rang. He looked at the caller id. "I've gotta take this."
Kitty watched him walk away for a minute, then she turned to the park in front of her. At first glance she had thought that it looked nice, but now that she could see it up close she realized that it was very ill-kept. There were weeds growing over the sidewalks, the nearby basketball courts were missing the nets in the hoops, and a few yards away there was a broken down swing set. Why did he bring me here?
Pietro sat down on a bench out of earshot from Kitty. "Where are you?"
"I'm sorry," the instructor answered on the other side of the phone. "I couldn't get away from dance lessons. Man, those kids suck! Did you get Miss Pryde to accompany you there?"
"Yes."
"Without resorting to any form of kidnapping?"
"Yes." He answered; annoyed that she would accuse him of such a thing. Then he remembered that he had seriously considered it.
"All right. I'll be there in a minute, and you two had better be dancing when I arrive!"
AN: Please review! I beg of you! I actually sent someone an email, practically begging them to review my story, that's how desperate I am! Sorry by the way, to speed demon rox (I forget if that's how you spell your name or not).