Dance on, Kietro, Dance on!
By: XMENobsession
AN: The numbers fight (keep reading and you'll find out what that is) is currently going on right now between me and this girl at school. I won't tell you what side I'm on, but I'd love to hear what you guys think. Which is better: 7 or 9? REVIEW and tell me!
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Chapter 15
Which is better: 7 or 9?
The Turkey Incident. That's what Thanksgiving was officially being called. Kitty didn't argue about that because she had to agree. If the main course explodes on the dinner guests who also happen to be your worst enemies and the rest of the evening is spent comparing this Thanksgiving to horrific ones from the past (and this Thanksgiving wins as Worst Thanksgiving Ever), incident is the nice way of putting it. But still, Kitty wasn't angry. In fact, she was very happy with the way it all turned out. The professor was letting her keep seeing Pietro, and only most of the X-Men were against them, not all of the X-Men. That's improvement.
Kitty and Pietro went to dance lessons with Trixie Breyer every day after school. Then Kitty had to clean and wax the X-Jet as punishment for sneaking out of the mansion to go to Lance's party. She didn't mind, though. In the end it was all worth it. Dancing with Pietro was too important to give up just because she didn't feel like doing some stupid chores. After the X-Jet was clean enough to eat off of, Kitty would have dinner, wash up, and then go to bed an hour before Rogue. Though she told the others that she was tired from all her work (which she was), in reality she would pull her pink phone from the bottom of her drawer and dial Pietro's number.
During this window of privacy they would talk about a number of things. During one of these conversations they had quite an argument.
"7 is so much better than 9!" Pietro had yelled.
"No way! 9 is better than 7!" Kitty shot back. "5 times 4 is 20, divided by 2 is 10, minus 1 equals 9!"
"Yeah, but 4 plus 3 is 7, and 4 times 3 is twelve, minus 5 is 7!"
"54 divided by 6 is 9."
"21 divided by 3 is 7."
Kitty sighed. "How did this start?"
"You said that 9 was the greatest number ever. I disagreed," Pietro answered. "...What are you doing?"
"Talking to you."
"What else are you doing?"
"Homework. What's the square root of 49?"
Pietro smiled on the other side of the phone. "7."
Kitty wrote down the answer and looked at the clock. "Wow, it's been an hour already? Time sure does fly..."
"...when you're talking to the coolest guy in the world?"
She laughed. "Rogue will be going to bed soon. I should go."
"Do you have to?"
"Yeah. Sorry, but some people around here seem to think that you're a bad influence on me."
"When in reality you're the bad influence."
"How's that?"
"Well, ever since I met you I've started doing my homework, cleaning my room, and becoming a productive member of society. It's horrible!"
"I'm sorry for making you a better person. I'll see you tomorrow at dance lessons?"
"Of course."
"Good night, Pietro."
"Night."
Kitty hung up and put the phone back in the bottom of her drawer. Then she got into bed and closed her eyes just as Rogue walked in. The southern girl tip-toed into the bathroom and closed the door as quietly as possible. 'How stupid does that girl think I am?' She thought as she took off her make-up.
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Pietro didn't go to bed directly after hanging up. Instead, he went downstairs for a snack. Surprisingly, Freddy wasn't already there. He was sleeping in front of the television with half of a very large sandwich on his lap. Lance was in the kitchen instead. For a second Pietro thought of just sneaking back upstairs and waiting until Lance went to bed to come back, but then he realized that this would be giving in to him and he would never do that. So he marched into the kitchen with his head held high, opened the fridge to get a pudding cup, and sat down directly in front of Lance to eat it. Lance didn't even look up from his own bowl of cereal. The two boys sat and ate in silence until Lance broke down and said something.
He had been arguing with himself for a while. He knew he wasn't happy with Pietro, but he could never admit to himself why; he wouldn't. So he just ignored him and kept repeating in his head 'stupid Pietro'. But though Lance liked to appear tough and strong, he couldn't deny the fact that he was also very truthful. He couldn't even lie to himself. 'Why is Pietro stupid?' that voice in the back of his head asked him. 'Because he is.' He knew he would never believe that. 'Because he's actually pretty smart.'
'How's that?'
'Because he was smart enough to read those books and learn how to dance so that he could get into that competition with Kitty. Because he was smart enough to let Kitty know how he felt instead of hiding it because he was afraid of what the rest of the team would say. Because even though all of his friends are against him and his father is going to freak out once he turns on his television and sees his son dancing, he still has the guts to come down here and eat his pudding cup like nothing ever happened. ...Stupid Pietro. Why does he always have to be right?'
That's when he decided to talk. He figured that if he didn't, no one would and this silence would go on forever. "I know you like Kitty."
Pietro looked up at him and slowly nodded. "Yeah, I think everyone does."
"But they don't know like I do."
Pietro looked confused so Lance decided to elaborate. "You've never been happier. You get this feeling whenever you see her... it's like flying. And part of you just wants to get down and let everything go back to normal, but then part of you never wants it to stop. You keep thinking that something is going to go wrong; something's going to blow up in your face... that hasn't already. But the worry is part of the excitement. She makes you want to... to dance! She's everything you've ever wanted, and everything you can't have. But I know you. And I know you'll fight for this until the end. Just remember that I'll be there to fight against you the entire time."
Pietro couldn't believe what he was hearing. Lance looked so serious, it was kind of scary. This was a side that Pietro never expected Lance to reveal, especially not to him, but he realized that he was the only person Lance could say this to. He was the only other one who knew what it felt like to be in love with Kitty Pryde. "So wait, if you know all this, than how come you still want to fight me about it?"
Lance smiled. "Because we're more alike than you think, and I'm not giving up without a fight either."
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Bayville Park was freezing as the winter season grew closer. But the dance lessons continued on, nevertheless. One day, as Kitty and Pietro were dancing, Trixie's eyes wandered over to the warehouse on the hill. "It must be warmer in there," she thought out loud.
Both of the dancers' heads shot up. "You mean there's a possibility that we could get out of this cold?" Pietro asked.
Trixie nodded. "But it's probably locked."
Kitty smiled. "It might not be. Do you want us to check it out?"
"No, you two keep dancing. I'll go myself."
"No!" they both yelled at the same time. Pietro had caught on to what Kitty was thinking. "We'll go. Lessons are almost over anyway. You can head home now and we'll leave once we see if we can get in."
"Well..." Trixie wasn't too sure about this. They needed every second of practice they could get, but then again they had been working very hard lately and it was freezing out there. "Okay, but don't do anything illegal!"
They both put their right hands over their heart and said in unism, "I promise."
Trixie didn't believe them at all, but it was too cold for her to care. Pietro and Kitty watched her get into her car and drive away before they walked up to the warehouse. Sure enough, the door was locked. Lance had done it, who knows why, after his party. But they had a simple solution to that. Kitty phased through the brick and opened the large doors from the other side. Pietro raced in, grabbed Kitty, and pulled her to where the dance floor had been. She giggled and threw her arms around his neck. Then they began to kiss. Pietro was amazed at how on target Lance's words had been. It felt great, but he couldn't shake this feeling that something was going to go wrong. And, as if someone had been reading his thoughts, Kitty's phone rang.
She sighed and answered it. "Hello?"
"Kitty, we need your help!" Scott said on the other end.
"What's wrong? You sound like you're in the middle of a war."
"Are you new? Our entire life is a war! Magneto's attacked the missile base!"
"There's a missile base in Bayville?"
"Just get your butt over here!"
He hung up. Kitty looked at Pietro who was now talking on his own phone and waited a minute for his conversation to end. When it did he had a very grave look on his face.
"I have to go attack a missile base," he said.
She nodded. "I have to go save a missile base."
They were both silent for a minute. They knew that this was going to happen eventually. They were on different teams and different sides of the law, and it was never more apparent than that moment. It seemed like they were miles apart when just a moment ago they couldn't have physically gotten any closer. Kitty wanted that feeling back, it was much better than the feeling of loneliness she had now. But there was nothing they could do. They each had responsibilities to their friends... and family. "So... do you know where this missile base is?"
Pietro nodded.
"Okay." She took a deep breath. "You ready?"
He nodded again.
"Let's go."
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Every one of the X-Men was busy fighting the Brotherhood. Magneto was nowhere to be found, and neither were his acolytes. This began to worry Scott because he was the real threat. The Brotherhood was there just to hold them off while Magneto took control of the base and destroyed the world, but it's not like they could just walk away from the fight. Scott knew that his only hope was Kitty... 'We're dead.'
Lance was thinking almost the same thing. When Pyro had called the house and told them to come down to the missile base and keep the X-Men out of the big guy's hair, he didn't even think for a second that Pietro wouldn't be there to help. But he had called him almost a full 10 minutes ago and he still wasn't here. 'Maybe there's a lot of traffic... What am I saying? He could have run here in 2 seconds if he wanted to.'
Then Pietro and Kitty pulled into the lot and got out. They looked at each other for a second, and ran off in opposite directions. Kitty quickly found Scott. "I'm here!"
"Great!" Scott said, you could hear the relief in his voice. "I need you to go find Magneto."
"Me?"
"Everyone else is kind of busy, if you hadn't noticed. You're the only one who can do it."
Kitty only had to glance around to realize that this was true. "All right. Good luck out here!"
"I think you're going to need all the luck in there."
Kitty knew that he wasn't trying to freak her out, but he certainly wasn't helping either. Magneto was one of the world's most powerful mutants. What exactly did he expect her to do once she found him? Well, this was no time to back out. She ran through the front doors of the base. They were wide open and there wasn't a security guard in sight. Magneto had definitely been here. She followed the trail of wreckage and ashes (Pyro was here too apparently) to the main core of the base. There, in the middle of the room, she saw Magneto standing by himself. He lifted his head and she tried to get out of his eyesight, but there was nothing to hide behind. She soon felt a metal beam wrap around her waist and carry her over toward the Master of Magnetism. She tried to keep her eyes shut, but she had to see what his expression was, though she was sure it wasn't a pleasant one. She thought for a minute 'He could kill me right now if he wanted to.' It was strange to think that only a few days ago she had eaten Thanksgiving dinner with him. She opened her eyes and was surprised to realize how much Pietro looked like his dad.
AN: I'm going to stop now. Please don't hate me! The next chapter might not be too far away, I'm on a roll. Hope you liked it! REVIEW!