Dance on, Kietro, Dance on!

By: XMENobsession

AN: I'm sure it could be longer, all of my chapters could be. But I like this one. Not much happens, but I think it's entertaining. I'm going away for the three-day weekend and I'm not sure if I'm going to have access to a computer so I decided to write this really quickly and post it so that you had something to enjoy.

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DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except for the instructor. Ha! I named her! Thank you BleuSkye! I like Sara but I like the other name better. As for the last name…I was eating ice cream when I wrote it.

Chapter 9

Pietro stared out the car window. It had begun to rain and the sky was dark and gloomy. He wondered what time it was. "Hey, Kitty, won't the X-Geeks worry where you've run off to?"

She bit her lower lip. "You're right. I should probably call them…" Before she could even remember that she had left her phone in her school locker, Pietro had his out and ready. "Oh! Thanks."

"Don't mention it," he said and turned back to the window. Kitty sat and listened to the ringing as she started to wonder why Pietro had cared that they'd be worried. Wouldn't he want to make them more worried? But maybe…maybe he didn't want me to get into trouble? No way! He was probably just having a brief moment of decency. I'm sure it will wear off soon. Her gaze lingered over toward the speed demon. Then a voice rang through the phone. "Hello?"

"Hi, Scott."

"Kitty, where are you? Rogue told us you were staying after school to work on a project, but it's getting kind of late."

"I know, I'm sorry. I just…" she thought over all that had happened that afternoon. "Things went a little unexpectedly."

"All right…are you coming home now?"

"Almost, first I have to…" she realized that she couldn't tell him the truth. At least, not until she had sorted everything out and found a way around explaining the whole 'dancing with the enemy' thing. She looked at Pietro, her eyes begging for help.

Either the volume on the phone was too high, or Scott just spoke very loudly; whichever it was, Pietro could hear the entire conversation perfectly, and he had been listening the entire time. He got the message that Kitty needed help and started to signal to her that she should say she had to first buy a pencil. It was a very simple excuse, but very hard to signal.

"First I have to…dye my hair? What? Oh, 'buy'! I've got to buy…film. No! A lamp. No, that's not it. A Dalmatian?"

Pietro was sick of this. "A PENCIL!" he yelled.

"Oh! A pencil! Yeah, I've got to buy a pencil, and then I'm coming right home, okay? Bye." She hung up before Scott could ask her who the screaming person was. Then she handed the phone back to Pietro.

He smiled. "That went well."

"I'm going to have to explain this whole situation to them eventually…but I really don't want to!"

"What, are you embarrassed by me?"

"Yes."

The instructor looked at them from the rear-view mirror and smiled to herself. She had to admit that they could be entertaining at times. Pietro saw her and asked something that he had been wondering for a while now, "Hey, how come you care whether or not we join this stupid competition anyway? I mean, it's not like you get to go on the cruise too…right?"

The instructor looked back at the road and replied, "No, Mr. Maximoff, I wouldn't get to go on the cruise, but I would win something. You see, I used to be a dancer. I was as good as two are now."

"You wish," Pietro mumbled. Kitty hit him in the arm and told the instructor to go on.

"Well, I was…in an accident. I won't go into any of the gory details. Let's just say that my dancing has never been the same. It was then that I realized that I was stuck. I couldn't become a professional dancer like I had always wanted to, and the only other subject I knew anything about was art. You know how the saying goes: 'If you can't do, than teach.' I suppose you can pretty much fill in the rest on your own."

Kitty let the story sink in for a minute, then asked, "But what does that have to do with us? And if you were such a good dancer, than why didn't you just teach that?"

"Oh, I suppose I left that part out. Well, before I started to teach art, my dream was to open up my own school of dance, but I soon realized I could no sooner open my own house of pancakes."

"Why not?" Kitty asked.

"Well, it's like someone who has never played baseball a day in their life deciding to go into the Major League."

"But you were a great dancer before."

"Yes, but no one knew. I got hurt before I had a chance to make a name for myself. Why would anyone come to my class when I had no references to speak of? For all they knew, I could just be making up everything I say I know about dancing. That's why I volunteered to teach the dance lessons at Bayville High. I figured that it wouldn't hurt to get some experience under my belt."

"Then you saw us, and figured that we were your ticket to the top." Kitty was very pleased with herself and the fact that she had been able to figure it out, unlike Pietro who sat next to her, clueless.

"Wait," he said. "You used us?"

The instructor frowned. "I know I sound horrible, but you guys win too, remember? It's just…when I saw you dancing in the corridor, and all that talent you possessed, I could so easily picture you accepting that first place trophy. And when they ask you, "Where did you learn to dance like that?" you answer, "We had the greatest teacher of all: Miss Trixie Breyer."

There was a moment of silence as she once again pictured her moment of glory; however it as rudely interrupted when Kitty burst out laughing.

"Ha, ha, ha! You're name is Trixie!"

"Yes, what's so funny about that?" she looked at them through the mirror again and saw Pietro glaring at Kitty with a need for revenge burning in his eyes.

For the next full 5 minutes, Kitty kept laughing and Pietro kept glaring until the car pulled into a parking space in front of a small building and Trixie turned around to say to them in her teacher voice, "One more giggle out of you, Ms. Pryde, and it's detention for a week."

Kitty immediately stopped laughing and Pietro smiled, satisfied. "Now, we're all going to be mature adults and not fool around in here, right?" The two high school students nodded. "Good. Now come on. Let's go sign up for that dance competition!"

They all got out of the car and walked into the building. Trixie went straight to the desk in the middle of the room and began to speak to the lady standing behind it while Pietro flipped through some pamphlets and kept showing Kitty the disgusting pictures of the tongues of people who smoke.

After a few minutes, just when a totally grossed out Kitty didn't think that she could take it anymore, Trixie walked toward the dancers and handed them each a form and said, "Fill these out." Pietro did so in a bout 2 seconds and then felt the need to help Kitty with hers. He checked that she had every disease listed and was born in the year 1500…B.C.

"Hey! Ms. Breyer, Pietro's bugging me!"

The instructor gladly turned away from the very boring conversation that she had been having with the very uninteresting lady behind the desk and said, "Pietro, stop bugging Kitty! And Kitty, you don't have to be so formal. Away from school, you're more than welcome to call me Trixie."

Kitty giggled and said, "Thank you, Trixie."

Pietro crossed his arms over his chest and stuck his tongue out at Kitty. She stuck out hers in return, then crossed the room and handed in her form.

"Okay," the lady said, "Now we just have to add your names to the list and you'll be all signed up." She pulled out a clip board with a pile of papers attached to it. She opened to somewhere in the middle of the pile and scanned the row until she saw the first vacant spot. Kitty's eyes widened when she saw all of the people who had already signed up. Could she really beat them all?

"All right, let's see…" The lady said their names as she wrote them on the paper. "Katherine Pryde…and Pietro Maximoff." She looked up at them and smiled. "You're all set."

"Wonderful," Trixie said and then walked out of the building with the two new contestants.

She drove them each home and when they reached the first stop which was the Boarding house for the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants, she said, "I'll see you tomorrow for your dance lessons."

"What?" Pietro asked as he got out of the car. "I still have to go to that?"

"Of course, we have to work on how you two are going to dance for the first part of the competition."

"I figured we'd just freestyle…"

"No," Trixie said stubbornly.

Pietro got out of the car and walked into the house. Lance was sitting at the kitchen table and watched him come in. "Where have you been?" he asked.

Pietro couldn't think of a good excuse in enough time so he just got very defensive and said, "I certainly haven't been dancing!" Then he ran up to his room and slammed the door.

Lance shook his head and went back to planning his party.

AN: Hope you like it, and I hope that you have a great Columbus Day! REVIEW!