Chapter Two.
Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews from everybody, as always I appreciate them. Sorry, I know I said I'd update after five review but laziness and procrastination to actually sit and type this chapter up set in and I just left it there. But I finally did it - *a gold star for me* - I hope you enjoy it! Oh yeah and for the sake of reiteration:
FICTION - INVENTED STORY; as in not real, made up, make believe...
If you do not like Kietros or Rietros please don't click on the link and then review to feed me a load of bull. There are many stories on this site, find a couple that you do like and will accept as being together and read about them. No one is holding up a shotgun to your head to review so please if you're gonna flame me you might as well save your time and mine.
With that out of the way - for those of you who are actually enjoying the story...
I do not own X Men Evolution, only the storyline.
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"Nope not under the bed!"
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"Not under my dirty laundry... not in my closet... not anywhere! Urgh!"
Pietro looked around his tornado-attacked bedroom and furrowed his brows. He couldn't believe that he couldn't find it.
"Where could it be?" He said to himself out loud. "It couldn't have just sprouted wings!"
He zipped around the room once more and then in his total aggravation sped down the stairs. He found Lance in the kitchen and whizzed in.
"Ican'tfinditIcan'tfinditIcan'tfindit!" Pietro jumped up and down like a kid hopped up on candy and coffee.
"Chill Pietro!" Lance rolled his eyes. "I know this is a hard task for you but - enunciate!"
"I... CAN'T... FIND... IT!
"See how easy that was! Can't find what?"
Pietro scoffed in astonishment. "Do you even have to ask? My picture Lance! It's missing!"
Lance shook his head pathetically... "How can you tell? You've got like a million of them! And aren't we, as guys, supposed to have a picture of our girlfriend in our room?" Lance snickered. "But in your defence, you actually have to have a girlfriend - well one that lasts more than a week anyways!"
Pietro groaned and clenched his teeth. "It's my favourite picture Lance! You know from that day at that stupid Carnival when you wouldn't let me see how fast I could make the Merry-Go-Round spin without all the little kids throwing up! I was so hurt and disappointed!"
"And you thought you'd capture that precious moment. Besides moron, Kitty and me were on the ride at the time!"
"You were on the ride, Kitty was on the ride - what's the diff? You both act like little kids anyway." Pietro made huge doe eyes and began to mock Lance and Kitty, "No you hang up first Kitty... no you Lance... no you... no you... Urgh, it's enough to make me wanna hang up! - Look I made a funny!" Pietro burst out laughing.
Lance balled his fists, "you little worm; you've been listening in on my phone calls?"
He stopped, looked at Lance, and burst out laughing again. He wiped a single tear from his eye and then opened them to see a frying pan go flying past his head. Then came a kitchen knife, a chopping board and a rolling pin. He got ready to speed away but felt the ground beneath him tremble. He accidentally lost his balance and fell to the floor.
"Alright, alright, I give!" Pietro stood up and cleared his throat. "I promise to stop listening on your phone calls if you help me find my picture." He crossed his fingers behind his back, "I give you my word."
Lance stared at him blankly and blinked a couple of times. "You're kidding right? You give me your word? You giving your word is like me giving birth!"
"Really? When are you expecting?" He smiled devilishly.
"I'm serious Pietro! I'm not wasting my time looking for some stupid picture!"
"Aw come on Lance. It'd give you something to do around here besides stare at the phone drooling waiting for Kitty to call."
"And I'm supposed to get inspired off of that! Get real!" Lance walked off into the living room.
Pietro groaned and started to follow him but heard him shout out, "Why don't you get Blob to help! You could promise to take him to lunch - he'd never turn down a free meal. As a matter of fact, he'd never turn down any meal!"
Pietro scuffed but then thought about the idea. Come to think of it - he could ask Fred to help him and then grab a couple of extra pudding cups at school tomorrow.
"Hey Freddy, old buddy, old pal..." he zipped up the stairs.
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Rogue immediately scanned the room over in her newly acquired 'Target Object' vision. The entire room was in total confusion, with the exception of Kitty's bed. Wait... Kitty's bed.
She hurriedly walked over to Kitty's bed but felt something weird. Glancing down, she saw Kitty phased halfway in between her and screamed.
"Kitty what are yuh doin'? Urgh... get out of me!"
"I like just made my bed Rogue. And... and if there was a photograph anywhere on it, don't you think I would have noticed?" Kitty settled onto her bed, her hand pushed secretively under her pillow.
"I'm not gonna search yuh entire bed Kitty - just under the covers and the pillows."
Kitty removed her hand from under the pillow and shifted the covers, "you see - nothing there!"
Rogue furrowed her brows. "Now look under the pillow! What's wrong with yuh? Yuh're actin' all crazy!"
Kitty chuckled nervously and felt under her pillow. "Nope - nothing there!"
"Kitty yuh didn't even check properly! For goodness sakes, ah'll do it!" Rogue trekked through the messed up heaps of clothing on the floor.
Kitty blocked her pillow and shouted - "no, it's okay! I'll like look again." Se stuffed her hand under again and felt around, *this is ridiculous*, she pulled it out. She looked embarrassingly at what was in her hands and then held it up for Rogue to see. With that, her friend let out a loud gasp.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Author's Note: How was it? Review and let me know. Just as before I'm hoping for a certain amount of before I post the next chapter... the only catch is I'm not saying how many! I know; I'm evil. Well until next time...
Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews from everybody, as always I appreciate them. Sorry, I know I said I'd update after five review but laziness and procrastination to actually sit and type this chapter up set in and I just left it there. But I finally did it - *a gold star for me* - I hope you enjoy it! Oh yeah and for the sake of reiteration:
FICTION - INVENTED STORY; as in not real, made up, make believe...
If you do not like Kietros or Rietros please don't click on the link and then review to feed me a load of bull. There are many stories on this site, find a couple that you do like and will accept as being together and read about them. No one is holding up a shotgun to your head to review so please if you're gonna flame me you might as well save your time and mine.
With that out of the way - for those of you who are actually enjoying the story...
I do not own X Men Evolution, only the storyline.
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"Nope not under the bed!"
... ... ...
"Not under my dirty laundry... not in my closet... not anywhere! Urgh!"
Pietro looked around his tornado-attacked bedroom and furrowed his brows. He couldn't believe that he couldn't find it.
"Where could it be?" He said to himself out loud. "It couldn't have just sprouted wings!"
He zipped around the room once more and then in his total aggravation sped down the stairs. He found Lance in the kitchen and whizzed in.
"Ican'tfinditIcan'tfinditIcan'tfindit!" Pietro jumped up and down like a kid hopped up on candy and coffee.
"Chill Pietro!" Lance rolled his eyes. "I know this is a hard task for you but - enunciate!"
"I... CAN'T... FIND... IT!
"See how easy that was! Can't find what?"
Pietro scoffed in astonishment. "Do you even have to ask? My picture Lance! It's missing!"
Lance shook his head pathetically... "How can you tell? You've got like a million of them! And aren't we, as guys, supposed to have a picture of our girlfriend in our room?" Lance snickered. "But in your defence, you actually have to have a girlfriend - well one that lasts more than a week anyways!"
Pietro groaned and clenched his teeth. "It's my favourite picture Lance! You know from that day at that stupid Carnival when you wouldn't let me see how fast I could make the Merry-Go-Round spin without all the little kids throwing up! I was so hurt and disappointed!"
"And you thought you'd capture that precious moment. Besides moron, Kitty and me were on the ride at the time!"
"You were on the ride, Kitty was on the ride - what's the diff? You both act like little kids anyway." Pietro made huge doe eyes and began to mock Lance and Kitty, "No you hang up first Kitty... no you Lance... no you... no you... Urgh, it's enough to make me wanna hang up! - Look I made a funny!" Pietro burst out laughing.
Lance balled his fists, "you little worm; you've been listening in on my phone calls?"
He stopped, looked at Lance, and burst out laughing again. He wiped a single tear from his eye and then opened them to see a frying pan go flying past his head. Then came a kitchen knife, a chopping board and a rolling pin. He got ready to speed away but felt the ground beneath him tremble. He accidentally lost his balance and fell to the floor.
"Alright, alright, I give!" Pietro stood up and cleared his throat. "I promise to stop listening on your phone calls if you help me find my picture." He crossed his fingers behind his back, "I give you my word."
Lance stared at him blankly and blinked a couple of times. "You're kidding right? You give me your word? You giving your word is like me giving birth!"
"Really? When are you expecting?" He smiled devilishly.
"I'm serious Pietro! I'm not wasting my time looking for some stupid picture!"
"Aw come on Lance. It'd give you something to do around here besides stare at the phone drooling waiting for Kitty to call."
"And I'm supposed to get inspired off of that! Get real!" Lance walked off into the living room.
Pietro groaned and started to follow him but heard him shout out, "Why don't you get Blob to help! You could promise to take him to lunch - he'd never turn down a free meal. As a matter of fact, he'd never turn down any meal!"
Pietro scuffed but then thought about the idea. Come to think of it - he could ask Fred to help him and then grab a couple of extra pudding cups at school tomorrow.
"Hey Freddy, old buddy, old pal..." he zipped up the stairs.
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Rogue immediately scanned the room over in her newly acquired 'Target Object' vision. The entire room was in total confusion, with the exception of Kitty's bed. Wait... Kitty's bed.
She hurriedly walked over to Kitty's bed but felt something weird. Glancing down, she saw Kitty phased halfway in between her and screamed.
"Kitty what are yuh doin'? Urgh... get out of me!"
"I like just made my bed Rogue. And... and if there was a photograph anywhere on it, don't you think I would have noticed?" Kitty settled onto her bed, her hand pushed secretively under her pillow.
"I'm not gonna search yuh entire bed Kitty - just under the covers and the pillows."
Kitty removed her hand from under the pillow and shifted the covers, "you see - nothing there!"
Rogue furrowed her brows. "Now look under the pillow! What's wrong with yuh? Yuh're actin' all crazy!"
Kitty chuckled nervously and felt under her pillow. "Nope - nothing there!"
"Kitty yuh didn't even check properly! For goodness sakes, ah'll do it!" Rogue trekked through the messed up heaps of clothing on the floor.
Kitty blocked her pillow and shouted - "no, it's okay! I'll like look again." Se stuffed her hand under again and felt around, *this is ridiculous*, she pulled it out. She looked embarrassingly at what was in her hands and then held it up for Rogue to see. With that, her friend let out a loud gasp.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Author's Note: How was it? Review and let me know. Just as before I'm hoping for a certain amount of before I post the next chapter... the only catch is I'm not saying how many! I know; I'm evil. Well until next time...