I don't own X-men, bla bla bla. There's actually no plot to this oneshot what so ever, I guess I just like typing arguments (:
To Pietro-4-eva: Thanks! :D I hope that if you come across this collection again you'll like this one as well (: Thanks for reviewing! X3
For readers of my KND fiction, I'm sorry it's taking me long to update, I'm finding it hard to find time at the moment to write long chapters… but if you're also an XME fan maybe you'll like this series as well (: And I think this'll be easier to update, as it's basically just a bunch of one shots (:

Air Conditioning

"I-I-It's f-freaking f-f-freezing!"

"I think my slime has frozen, yo" Todd mumbled, trying to spit at a nearby glass, but failing miserably and getting it all over his chin instead.

"I know we asked for the air conditioner to be fixed but this is ridiculous." Lance said, breathing out a cloud in front of him

"It's cold." Fred grumbled

"No d-duh, fat face!" Pietro was now gripping the sports jersey to himself, shivering uncontrollably.

"No one calls Fred fat face!" Fred roared getting up from the squishy sofa, only for the other end to crash back down to the floor from the release of the heavy weight. Pietro jumped up from his spot now, angry as well.

"O-oh y-yeah?! Well I-I d-do!" He yelled back "W-what cha gonna do about it, huh? W-what cha gonna do?" He started sprinting round the room, making the Blob dizzy.

"I'm gonna punch ya'!" Fred bellowed jogging in turn to the various corners Pietro had rested in, but having no luck.

"Oh? A-and h-how are you gonna d-do that?" Pietro asked mockingly, trying to smirk despite his shivering.

"Can you two shut up already?" Lance shouted from the sofa, then turned back round to glare at the TV screen again, but ended up shouting some more. "Argg! It's died again!"

"Bummer." Todd mumbled, still concerned about his spit.

"Stupid TV!" Lance got up angrily and kicked it

"C-can't catch me! Can't c-catch me!" Pietro chanted as he sprinted around the dizzy Fred, then suddenly shrieked to a stop. "CAN'T CATCH ME!" He laughed insultingly, smacking Fred on the cheek and then resuming his sprinting, angering the large teenager even more. Fred then had a blast of intelligence and stuck his arm out in front of him, making the speeder accidentally smack into it and stop in his tracks. It was now Fred's turn to grin as he grabbed Pietro and lifted him off the ground, easy as pie. Pietro trying to kick himself free, then gulping as Fred got a revengeful expression on his face.

"I crush you" Fred grinned as Pietro struggled

"E-e-erm Fred! Buddy! Y-you know I was j-just k-kidding, right? Right?!" He questioned hopefully, but Fred kept the same expression, and raised his hand.

"Now my turn to smack your face" Fred grinned even more as Pietro 's eyes widened at him.

"No! N-no, not the face!" Pietro yelled, struggling to cover it up as Fred laughed

Todd was now watching over the sofa, finding the situation very entertaining

"Yeah Fred! Give him one for kicking my drink off the table this morning!" Pietro's head whipped round to give Todd an incredulous look then back to look pleadingly at Fred.

"B-but, Fred! Remember all the good times we've had!" Pietro said, struggling to pat Fred's shoulder tentatively. Fred's eyes narrowed

"What good times?" He growled, not convinced
"Yeah! What good times?!" Todd yelled from his seat, joining in on the argument. Pietro shot another angry look at him and turned back to Fred.

"W-well, um… you know that t-time, when I e-err, gave y-you t-that money, f-for that c-candy bar?" Fred looked at him confused, as Todd hyped up again

"You didn't give him no money, yo! You told him to get lost and laughed in his face!"

"S-Shut up, Toad" Pietro grumbled lividly, then turned his head back to try and smile innocently at the unconvinced Fred

"You remember, Fred? You ended up grabbing his legs and shaking the money out of him!" Todd snickered as Fred remembered

"Oh yeah! That equals…" Fred stopped for a minute as he tried to count them up, until Todd got bored of waiting

"Three." He prompted

"Three face punches!" Fred shouted, grinning again

"Will you lot shut up already?" Lance yelled "The TV is broken! Help me fix it!" He kicked it again, growling when it produced just more static.

"Who needs TV? We got plenty of entertainment right here, yo." Todd cackled, gesturing over to the argument. Lance just glowered at them and stamped his foot, causing an earthquake to travel across the room and break the two apart, Fred getting up angrily to try and catch Pietro again, and Pietro scrambling up from the floor and sprinting off to the kitchen to try and escape.

"Yo! I was watching that!" Lance just shot evils at Todd, adding another mini earthquake to make him fall over the side of the couch.

"The TV is broken, we have to go get another one. Stop fooling around and let's go!"

"W-why do we have to c-come? Yeep!" Pietro suddenly shrieked as Fred found him hiding under the kitchen table

"Cos we have no cash, we'll have to steal one, and having you lot around might make it easier. For once." He added, sneering "Besides, it might actually be warmer outside." He mumbled, looking at the sun outside

"He'll have to cover up, yo. He's still pink from the last time he went out." Todd reminded as he hopped back on the sofa, rubbing the shoulder he fell on. Lance looked at him annoyed.

"Well then he'll be even warmer then, won't he?" He argued back, and turned towards the kitchen door again, only to get knocked back on the couch as Pietro zoomed by

"I'm in!" He grabbed a coat and a scarf, wrapping his head up and shoving on a pair of gloves hurriedly as Fred stomped out the kitchen "I-I'm read already, l-let's g-go! Let's g-go!" Even after all the running he was still shivering

"I guess a little fun wouldn't hurt." Todd mused. Lance turned to Fred

"Howa bout' it, Blob? Up for a little crime?" Fred, being simple minded, instantly forgot about what he was doing

"Do I get to smash stuff?" Lance grinned

"Yep!" Fred smirked back

"Okay, I'm in!"

"Can we get a wide screen?" Todd intervened again as the group headed towards the front door

"We can if you carry it." Lance answered sardonically

"Fine. No need to be sarcastic, as they say, yo."

"T-that wasn't s-sarcasm, idiot." Pietro said through his layers of scarf

"At least I wasn't crying about getting my face beaten up, yo!"

"Just shut-up already!"

Looks like this might be a 2 part one shot, ooooh~