Dance on, Kietro, Dance on!

By: XMENobsession

AN: Someone pointed out a very big mistake on my part in chapter 7. When Pietro pulled out the document stating that he is the most annoying person in the world, Kitty asked why he kept it in Lance's jeep. When, in reality, they were in the stolen car at the time. I am very sorry about that, but there's nothing I can do to change it. Or, at least, I don't feel like it. I do thank BleuSkye very much for pointing that out. That's what the reviews are there for, to point out all of my stupid mistakes (or you could just tell me how wonderful I am!) I am sorry if anyone was confused about that, but they were in the hotwired car. They never switched cars, but in my mind they did. Uh…once again, I'm sorry… Enjoy the chapter!

PS: Random words were used in this chapter! Yay!

DISCLAIMER: I own NOTHING! Except for the instructor, which I still haven't gotten around to telling you her name. I promise I'll try and work it into the next chapter…maybe.

Chapter 8

"Well that was a little random…"

"Fine." Pietro hung up the phone. How could he get her to dance with him? Well, he had gotten her up here, that's proof that anything is possible. But why was he doing this again? Oh right, he thought. To prove that I'm the better dancer. Wow, I'm really competitive! Is it still healthy competition, or have I reached a point where I should seek professional help? Hmm… Nah!

He stood up and walked back to the X-Man who smiled at him. "Who was it?"

"Uhhh…" He had to come up with an excuse, and fast! Luckily, fast was his middle name (even though it actually isn't). "Just Lance checking up on me. He worries, you know?"

"You two really are good friends, huh?" Kitty asked, wondering if Lance had told Pietro anything about when they used to date.

"He's my bestest friend in the whole wide world…and I bug him to the brink of insanity." His eyes darted around the park, looking for a reason to break out into dance.

"Pietro," Kitty started. "Why are we here? I know you're sick of hearing me ask, but I'll stop once you tell me."

He gave up and looked at her. Her eyes seemed to be begging him for just a hint of a reason. He began to think how much fun it would be to still not tell her, but mad Kitty's don't like to dance with laughing Pietro's and he couldn't have that. "Look around," he said waving his arm in an arc. "What do you see?"

She looked. "Absolutely nothing."

"Exactly. No one comes here. I figured you'd appreciate the serenity. Besides, I know you don't want to risk the chance of your little X-Geek friends seeing you with me."

Kitty didn't like the way that sounded. "Let them see. What have I got to hide? We're just…hanging out together. Like any two, normal teenagers. Just because we happen to be mortal enemies doesn't mean we can't talk to each other, right?"

Pietro laughed. Her sense of logic was so whacky that he doubted it made sense to even her. But he nodded and said, "You're right. But still, it's best that they don't see us. I don't know about you, but I'd get an earful from Lance about 'fraternizing with the enemy'. Even though he's done it about a million times."

Kitty laughed too. She didn't know why. "I understand. Why doesn't anyone come here? I mean, if you were to clean it up a little it seems like a nice place to sit and think."

"Well, there's this old legend. You see that building over there?" He pointed over the trees to a square, stone building sitting on top of a hill. Kitty nodded. "It used to be a shoe making company; one of the finest. But then something happened."

"What?" She was staring at the building and Pietro was standing right behind her. She could feel his breathe on her neck.

"Word got around that the owner was a mutant. All the workers quit, but shoes still kept being made."

"How?"

"That's what the people living in Bayville at the time wanted to find out. So they got together a mob of angry villagers and stormed the factory. But what they found was nothing like what they expected."

"What did they find?" Kitty wasn't so sure that she wanted to know, but she'd be constantly wondering if she didn't.

"Inside the factory, were thousands of spiders…making shoes."

She turned around to face him. "What? That's not even scary! I don't believe it really happened and I don't know why anyone would."

He sighed. "Would you let me finish? The owner's mutant powers were that he could control spiders, which, if you asked me, is a very lame power. He brainwashed the spiders into working for him so that he could keep his business running. But then the roaches came and wanted to rule the shoemaking empire it had taken him a lifetime to build. She he had the spiders make these really big shoes that they could control from the inside to kill the roaches. A war broke out and, in the end, the spiders won, but not before the people of Bayville told the police what was going on and the owner was sent to a nice, padded room. That's how the term 'roach killers' came about."

Kitty stared at him and blinked twice. Many words came to mind, but she went with the one she seemed to use most around Pietro. "What? That makes absolutely no sense! It doesn't even explain why people stopped coming here! All it did was waste my time. In fact, I think I'm stupider just because I listened to that story!"

"Hey! How am I supposed to know why people stopped coming here? I made it up, okay! And I thought that it was a very interesting story. It had a beginning that made you want to keep listening, a surprise twist in the middle, and a happy ending. What was wrong with it?"

Kitty held her head in her hand. "Nothing, Pietro. It was the greatest story I ever heard in my entire life…"

"Thank you. I enjoyed telling it. Now, would you like to dance?"

Kitty looked up. "What?" (See, that word just keeps popping up! But it's not like there's another word to replace it with…)

"I said: would you like to dance?" Pietro had no idea what he was doing. The words just sort of came out and he couldn't take them back now.

"Well that was a little random… Why?"

"I don't know. I feel like dancing. Don't you?"

Kitty shrugged. She actually did want to dance with him. She had ever since that crazy dream. But of course she couldn't let him know that! "What would we dance to? No music."

Pietro realized that. He began to search the deserted park, yet again, to no avail. That is, until he spotted the car. "Aha!" He said. Then he raced over and turned on the radio. Pop music blasted through speakers and broke the serene silence that had once covered the area. The speed demon quickly changed the station and Kitty raised her eyebrows.

"Since when do you listen to classical music?" she asked.

"As long as I can remember," he lied and held out a hand to her. "Do you know how to foxtrot?"

She giggled, accepted his hand, and answered, "Fox-trotting for Dummies."

He smiled as they began to move in time to the music. "Aren't they great books?"

OoooooooooooooooooO

The instructor was definitely not having a good day. First she had woken up, only to remember that she was out of milk, meaning that her Cocoa Puffs had to sit there all alone while she ate burnt toast. Then she went to work, only to be reminded that kids today have absolutely no respect for art. Then she went to the dance lessons she had agreed to teach, only to realize that the only people who took dance lessons were people who couldn't dance. But then she remembered that there were two, very talented students who actually did have potential, and that she would be meeting with them after lessons had ended.

That's where she was now. She had driven into the parking lot with the sounds of classical music ringing in her ears. She parked in the back and looked at the youngsters she had come to see. They didn't notice her drive up. She knew that if she were to ask either of them why, they'd answer that they were concentrating on their steps, but she could plainly see that, in reality, they were concentrating on each other.

She laughed, remembering her own high school romances and being too shy to tell someone how you feel. It had all seemed so serious back then, and now it seemed so stupid. But she wasn't here for that. She was here to convince theses two of the talent they possessed and get them to enter that dance competition. For both of their sakes. She continued to watch, then looked down at her watch. She had nowhere to be, but they might. So she walked over to the car and turned off the music.

Kitty's head quickly snapped over in that direction and her face turned beet red when she saw the smiling instructor. "Oh! Um, what are you doing here?" She pushed Pietro a few feet away from her and walked toward the car.

"I was in the neighborhood, heard the music." She looked at Pietro. "You're very good dancers. I don't think I need to remind you of that."

Pietro nodded. "Yeah, yeah. We know. But who's better?"

Kitty was shocked. "So that's what this was all about? You and your stupid competitions?"

Pietro looked at her. She seemed angry enough to kill. "No, no, of course not! I just figured, since she's here and all…" He gave her a pleading smile, hoping that it would be enough. Kitty still looked mad, but she didn't smack him or phase his head through the ground like he could tell she wanted to. She simply turned around and said to the instructor, "So? Who won?"

The instructor smiled. "Neither."

"What?" They both said in unison.

"Neither of you won, but you could."

"How?" Pietro's competitive streak began to grow at the thought of winning.

"Well, that competition I told you about. The judges would be better able to tell. Besides, if you entered that, you'd be beating more than just one person. Hundreds, maybe! Plus you'd get a much better prize. What do you say?"

Pietro thought about it. It only took a second. "I'm in!" He shook her hand and asked, "Where do I sign up?"

The instructor, surprised that it had actually worked, said, "I'll show you in a minute." The she turned to Kitty, who was still thinking. "Well?"

"Well…Kurt…"

"I saw him in my Art class today. I asked if he was coming to dance lessons today and he ran out of the room. I'm not sure he's quite up to this."

Kitty continued to think. "What's the prize?"

"First place is a week-long Caribbean Cruise."

Her eyes lit up at the thought of the ocean and the breeze. "All right, I'm in too."

The instructor smiled broadly. "Wonderful! Now, if you'll just follow me, we can get you two signed up today."

They all got into her car. "You're just going to leave your car here for the night?"

Kitty and Pietro looked at each other. "Uh…sure. Why not?" Pietro said. "I doubt anyone would steal it."