Dance on, Kietro, Dance on!

By: XMENobsession

AN: Sorry it took so long. Actually, it wasn't all that long, but I'm still sorry. I took a break and I think it really helped. But if it didn't who cares? I'm kind of tired right now, so sorry if I sound grouchy. I didn't use any random words. Once again, sorry. All right, I'm done. Nothing else to say. So on to the story!!!!!!!

DISCLAIMER: Oh, sorry you've got to make another pit stop on the way to the chapter. I own nothing!!!!!

Chapter 12

"This is all your fault!"

Kitty sat on her bed as she tried to write a letter to her parents. Everything she wrote though, sounded either impersonal or gave away too much information about what was really going on in her life. These were the times that Kitty wished she could talk to her parents. She wished she had one of those really close relationships with her mom where they tell each other everything, but her mutant powers didn't allow that. Her mom loved her, Kitty never doubted that, but sometimes it seemed like she was scared of her own daughter. And, though Kitty was happy with her life and her new family, the fact that she and her biological family weren't very close really hurt.

Dear mom and dad,

Sorry I haven't written in a while, but things have been pretty hectic lately. I got an 'A' on my chemistry paper. I hope that everything is good at home and you guys are healthy and happy.

She stopped again, and thought about what to write next. She knew she couldn't avoid it, so she figured she'd just come out and say it.

I am in a dance competition. You may have seen me on t.v. I'm sure you're wondering who I was dancing with.

Hmm. How to explain that?

He is a boy that goes to my school. I met him when I accompanied my friend to dance lessons. He's a really good dancer and our instructor, Miss Breyer, thinks that we have a good chance of winning. Do you agree?

That was good. Tell them who he is in the simplest way possible and then quickly change the subject. Now to wrap it up.

I miss you and hope to hear back from you soon.

Love, Kitty

It was short, but sweet. Kitty folded the letter into thirds and put it into the already stamped and addressed envelope. Then she went into the hallway to search for someone who could mail it for her. Normally she would do it herself, but, alas, she was grounded indefinitely.

As she stepped into the hallway she could hear Scott and Jean arguing in the Professor's office. She figured the Professor was in there too, but he wasn't yelling. She knew they were yelling about her. That's all anyone in the mansion could talk about. Kitty and Pietro.

What's the big deal? she asked herself. Then she hit her head with her hand for asking such a stupid question. It was Pietro Maximoff, and these types of things didn't happen every day. In fact, until now they never happened. She had to pass the office to get to the living room where she figured Rogue or Kurt would be. She heard Jean saying, "There's no excuse for what you did."

"But Kitty..." Scott began.

"I don't care what Kitty did, right now we're talking about what you did."

Kitty knew exactly what that was. She remembered it like it was yesterday. Actually it was yesterday, but anyways...

She had been talking with Pietro when she heard. "That was really fun," she said, out of breath from the winning dance they had just finished.

"Yeah," Pietro agreed. He wasn't panting like Kitty was, but she could tell he was worn out. She didn't remember ever seeing him tired before.

"I can't believe we got the highest score! And some of those dancers were really good."

"That doesn't matter."

"Why not? We do have to compete against them."

Pietro smirked and said, "Because we're the best."

Kitty smiled at the fact that he had said 'we' instead of 'I'. Then she saw one of the cameramen running toward them. "There' a fight going on outside!" he said before running off to inform more people. Kitty and Pietro only had to glance at each other to know who it was outside. They quickly left the building and saw a large mob of people gathered in a circle. Kitty grabbed Pietro's hand and phased them through the crowd and into the center where they got a front row view of Scott and Lance.

It had started when they first saw each other from across the parking lot and escalated from there. Scott asked Lance what the Brotherhood's big idea was and why they were trying to corrupt an innocent girl like Kitty. Lance said that they were doing nothing of the sort. He had just heard about this dance competition and came here to stop the X-Men from using Kitty to bring Pietro over to their side. No one is sure who threw the first punch, but it was thrown, and then quickly responded to. That's when the crowd started to form around them and soon Kitty and Pietro joined it.

Kitty grabbed Scott's arm and pulled him back while Pietro attempted to keep Lance at bay. After a few minutes the boys calmed down and the crowd dispersed, sadly realizing that the fight was over. "I'm okay," Scott said to Kitty and she let go of him. Lance shrugged Pietro off of him and walked toward Scott. They just stared at each other angrily for a while. Then they noticed the other two mutants. Kitty had moved to stand next to Pietro and this reminded Lance and Scott why they were angry in the first place.

"You! What do you two think you're doing?!" Scott practically screamed at them.

Both of the dancers were silent until Kitty managed to say meekly, "Dancing?"

"Well, not anymore! Come on, Kitty, we're going home."

"Us too Pietro," Lance said and started to walk away, but Pietro didn't follow him just as Kitty didn't follow Scott. "Come on, man we're leaving!"

Pietro shook his head. "You're not the boss of me."

Kitty wished that she had enough guts to say that to Scott, but she was certain that she didn't, even though she really wanted to.

Lance's face was already red and it kept getting redder. Pietro thought that he looked like a red balloon that was ready to pop. "I am too the boss of you!" Lance yelled.

"No, you're not," Pietro said defiantly. He wanted to see how much Lance could take before he finally did pop. But then he looked at Kitty who seemed to be terrified of both the older boys. She should know that neither of them would lay a finger on her, Pietro thought. If they're going to kill anyone it would be me. But still, he didn't want her to be afraid. "We didn't do anything wrong."

"You don't think that fraternizing with the enemy is wrong?" Lance asked.

"It's not like you haven't done it a million times before."

"Kitty, let's go," Scott said. "You don't need to be hanging around with the likes of these two." He grabbed her arm, but she phased out of his hold and stood even closer to Pietro.

"But I want to! Is it so bad that I want to spend time with my friend?"

"It is when your friend is Magneto's son!"

"Aren't the X-Men supposed to be all about seeing beyond outer appearances and not judging a book by its cover? Have you ever spent any time with Pietro, not fighting, just talking? Have you ever had a real conversation with any of the Brotherhood members? If you did than you'd see they're not all that different from you or me, or anyone."

Scott took a deep breath. He realized that things had gotten out of hand before and he didn't want his temper to get the better of him again. So after counting to ten he replied, "But they're not like us, they're terrorists."

Kitty looked at Lance and Pietro. "Aren't they still people?" Scott was losing, he knew it and Kitty knew it. So she decided to end this. "Look Scott, I know you're just trying to do what you think is best for me, but I'm a big girl, you know? I'm old enough to decide who my friends are and I'm old enough to decide when I hang out with them. So what do you say Pietro?" She turned toward him. "Are you ready to go home yet?"

Pietro was shocked. He didn't think that Kitty would ever stand up to Scott. The shock wore off, though, and was replaced by a sleek smile as he lifted Kitty into his arms and said, "The night is young, and so are we." before running off.

Lance and Scott stood there for a while with their mouths wide open. Then Lance said, "This is all your fault!" and the fight started again. Security had to break it up, but because they said they were friends of two of the dancers they were let off with just a warning.

Kitty smiled as she stood outside of the office door. The Professor was furious with Scott, but still his usually calm self. She had yet to hear him scream, but she figured that he was yelling his brains out telepathically.

Kitty, Xavier said to her inside her mind. Are you eavesdropping?

No Professor! Just...overhearing.

Your curiosity is understandable, but if I've learned anything from being a telepath, it's that people deserve their privacy.

I know. I'm leaving now. She walked further down the hallway and into the kitchen. He had sounded normal just then, which was a good sign. Kitty had been worried that he would be furious at her too. She started to remember what happened after she had run off with Pietro.

Running at super-speed was great, and a little sickening. Things went by so fast and it was hard to take it all in. She wondered how Pietro could tell where they were going and asked him to stop for fear that they would run into a wall. When they did stop, they were at Bayville Park.

"Why are we here?" Kitty asked as Pietro put her down.

"No one would look for us here," he answered and sat down on a nearby bench. "So now what?"

Kitty thought. "I suppose we have to go home eventually, but I don't want to right now. We could just...talk?"

"About what?"

"I don't know. Anything. What's your favorite color?"

"White. You?"

"Pink."

There was an awkward silence then. Pietro didn't like silence. "So there's another competition next week?"

"Uh-huh. And then the final one is the week after that. We got the highest score this week so we're definitely in next week's show, but one bad dance is all we need to be in the bottom five."

"They're the ones who get kicked out right?"

Kitty nodded. "Five this week, five next week, and then there's only two couples left for the final round." She got a worried look on her face and Pietro knew what that meant.

"Don't worry. We'll be in the final two," he said and gave her a reassuring smile. "I promise."

Kitty smiled back at him. He was so sweet and really seemed to care about her. What? Since when does Pietro Maximoff care about anyone but Pietro Maximoff? He was still smiling at her. Since when do I care who Pietro cares about?

"I really enjoyed myself," she said before she could stop herself.

"Me too," he answered.

They looked at each other for a while. "You're a good dancer," Kitty said, not looking away from those blue eyes.

"You're not so bad yourself." He stood up. That was the first time he noticed that she had blue eyes too. He had always thought that his own were pretty spectacular, but hers were...something else. In fact her whole face was something. Something he couldn't describe. Her skin was smooth and creamy and her lips were rosy pink. He wanted to kiss those lips. No! he told himself. She's the enemy. Remember what Lance said? Oh, who cares about Lance, I'm going for it! But before he could, her lips were on his.

Kitty smiled even more at that memory. It was a good kiss. She hoped it would never end, but after a few great kisses it began to grow dark and they knew they had to return to their very angry teams. He gave her a cell phone. It was pink and new. She told him she already had a cell phone. He replied that this one was special, only he knew the number. He promised to call her.

"What are you smilin' about?" Rogue asked Kitty. She had come into the kitchen to get a drink and found the valley girl standing in the middle of the room, daydreaming.

"Oh, nothing!" she answered. "Hey, could you mail this for me?"

Rogue nodded and took the envelope. Then Kitty went back to her room. A lot had happened yesterday, but today was as boring as ever. Then she heard a ring coming from one of her drawers. She opened it and pulled the pink phone out from underneath her clothes. "Hello?"

"Kitty," Pietro said on the other line. "Wanna go to a party tonight?"

AN: Hmm... I wonder what party he is referring to??????