Chapter Nine.
A/N: Hey you guys, thanks once again for the reviews. Inspiration has struck once again and I'm afraid that if I don't write and post these chapters out as soon as they pop into my head, I'll never do them and then you guys will start to HATE me - seriously! I'm such a procrastinator; it's not even funny. Hope you enjoy the chappie, promise the next one will be even better.
I don't own X Men Evolution.
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Rogue stared at Pietro blankly. *What did he just say?*
Pietro looked at Rogue quizzically, her eyes glazed over. *Why do I suddenly have a craving for donouts?* "Are you alright?"
Rogue shook her head lightly and swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. "What... what did yuh just say?"
"All I asked is if you were going to the dance on Friday."
"Oh. Well actually I was just gonna stay at home with Kitty." Rogue smiled nervously.
"You think maybe you'll want to go with me? I mean yesterday we kind of got interrupted and everything..." Pietro looked at her hopefully.
Rogue thought about it. "Alright Pietro, why not?"
"Great, I'll pick you up at around 8:00." He flashed a debonair smile.
"Yeah whatever." Rogue shrugged and dismissed herself quickly, realising that lunch was now over, she hadn't eaten anything and she was late for class.
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The week flew by, rapidly paving way for the weekend but not before the night of the big dance. Or the night prior to that for that matter...
************************* THURSDAY NIGHT AT THE BROTHERHOOD ***********************
Lance sat on the couch, uninterestedly flicking through channels. He stopped short, grumbled something to himself, and resumed his prior activity.
Pietro whizzed into the living room, dropping himself on the couch and glanced at Lance. He then turned his attention to the tv.
"Whatcha watching?" He asked innocently.
Lance looked at him, shrugged and then flicked again.
"Whatcha watching now?" Pietro asked again.
All he got in response was another icy glare, Lance flicking again.
"How about now?" The young speed demon asked yet again, this time accompanied by a small snicker.
"Urgh - why are you so annoying?" Lance dropped the remote and shot up.
Pietro offered a laugh in return, scoped up the remote and swiftly began surfing through. "Man you are so easy to rattle! I think I'm gonna stick a huge bulls eye on your forehead so that everyone knows just what an easy target you are!"
Lance groaned and began to pace around, passing his hand through his tousled hair in frustration.
"Cool. Look Lance - BabeWatch!" Pietro began humming along with the opening theme song.
Lance stared at him and raised an eyebrow, a sad expression. "Pietro I haven't seen Kitty since last Saturday at the mall. Do you know what's up?"
Pietro scoffed. "It's not like I've got her lo-jacked! I'm not a wet nurse Lance!" He chuckled. "Even though she does sometimes act like a baby."
"Lance sighed. "You're such a total waste. I mean you're no help - seriously!"
Pietro cupped his hands over his head and cheered. "I know! Aren't I great?"
Lance stood there with a determined face. "I'm gonna see her." He walked into the kitchen and picked up his keys.
Pietro watched as Lance walked to the door and shook his head sympathetically. He shouted, "I'll pray for you!" - his mind running on Wolverine.
He then heard the front door slam and Lance's jeep roar off. He sat there staring off blankly. "Come to think of it, I'll pray for myself as well," now thinking about his 'date' with Rogue.
Pietro shuddered as he got a mental picture of Wolverine in a dress - "Oh yuck! Great, now I have to go wash my brain out with soap!" He got up from the couch.
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Lance stood nervously in front the mansion door, his palms dripping wet. He drew in a deep breath and hesitantly rang the doorbell, quickly hearing footsteps approaching.
When the door opened he caught a flash of brown and he breathed a sigh of relief.
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Kitty swung open the door her head turned backwards shouting out to Kurt. "I like want Pep..." she turned to face the visitor, slightly taken aback when she saw it was Lance. "...peroni." She slowly finished.
Kitty shifted around uncomfortably and gave him a lopsided grin. "Lance what are you doing here?"
"I wanted to see you, I missed you." He took her hand, "aren't you going to invite me in?"
"Um... why don't we stay out here and talk? It's a little crowded in there." She cleared her throat and closed the door behind her.
An awkward silence hung in the air, as both teenagers sat on the steps, staring up at the stars. Lance stole a glance at Kitty, her beauty rivalling that of the star lit sky, in her denim cut-offs and strappy tank top. He finally broke the unnerving silence by asking...
"So how have you been?"
Kitty sighed. "I've been better. I had an accident a few days ago and still suffering from the repercussions."
Lance glanced down at her arm and furrowed his brows in sympathy. "So I guess you won't be going to the dance then?"
Kitty scoffed. "You're kidding right? Not with biceps bigger than Arnold Schwarzenegger's!"
"Come on Kit, don't you think you're exaggerating?"
"Of course not! Just look at my arm! I could try out to be on WWF!"
Lance chuckled smoothly, which made Kitty shudder slightly. "Well I hate to disappoint you but I don't think you'll make the cut - you're way too cute."
A faint blush crept her cheeks and she felt as though her heart was betraying her.
"So how did it happen?" He asked her with deep concern.
"I was at the park on Sunday and this bee suddenly decided to go all Norman Bates on me!" (A/N: You guys know the movie 'Psycho' right?)
"You were at the park on Sunday? Why didn't you call me - I would have come with."
Kitty sweat dropped. She couldn't let this go on any longer. She couldn't continue to lead Lance on, letting him think he was in a serious relationship when she, when her heart, obviously wanted something else.
"Lance," her voice lowered to a mere whisper, "how would you define love?"
He looked at her oddly. "Love." He sighed. "Well Kitty... I think that love is having a deep affection for someone, giving of yourself completely - you know like showing all your faults, so that the person accepts you and loves you for who you really are."
Kitty smiled. "How about - wanting to do what's best for the other person, even though it may cause you personal dissatisfaction."
"Yeah I guess that could be one." He turned to face her. "Kit what is this about?"
She continued on... "then by your description of love Lance, would you say that you loved me?"
He looked at her incredulously. "Kitty how could you even ask me a thing like that? Of course I love you."
Kitty sighed. This was going to be harder than she thought. She gazed back up at the stars, trying to find the right words.
But somehow Lance knew what she was getting at, without her even saying anything. Her facial expression gave it all away. Kitty just didn't love him... not anymore at least. He began to wonder if she ever really did, his head hung in despair.
"You don't feel the say way, do you Kitty?"
She looked at him; her eyes filled with unshed tears. "It's not that I don't love you anymore Lance because I really do. It's just that... I'm not in love with you."
He swallowed hard. "What happened? I mean - what changed?"
The tears now slowly slid down her cheeks. "I don't know - I just woke up one morning and realised that something had changed. That I had changed. And I don't know if it's for the better or worse." She slipped her hand in his. "But don't get me wrong, this has nothing to do with you, you're wonderful and any girl will be so lucky to have you but I just... I just..." she yanked her hand away and buried her face in her palms, crying a little more loudly now.
Lance looked at her petite frame, shaking from her sobs. He engulfed her in a warm hug and tried to soothe her, whispering into her hair... "Shh Kitty... don't cry. I understand. It's okay." But in reality he didn't really understand and it wasn't okay.
She emerged from his embrace. "Really?" she whispered, wiping her tear stained face.
"Well... no, not really. But I can't stand seeing you unhappy." He smiled comfortingly at her, when inside his heart was completely shattered.
She hugged him again. "Thank you Lance... thank you so much."
He squeezed his eyes shut, a single tear escaping. He spoke gently, "thank you for what?"
"For not asking me to explain." Kitty spoke quietly into his chest.
Lance smiled forcefully, even though she couldn't see it. "I hate myself for asking but is there someone else?"
Kitty snorted. "No - there isn't anyone else. I mean who else could there be?"
Which technically wasn't a lie! Cause technically Pietro didn't have any idea how she felt about him and technically she didn't know he felt about her - technically!
"Lance," she looked up at him, "we're still friends right?"
He kissed her forehead. "Always Kit... always."
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A/N: Did you like? Well let me know by your REVIEWS! Review, review, review - please! I'm trying to attain a personal goal of reviews for this story so come on - please give to the Hailey fund? *Holds out a wooden box for your reviews.*
A/N: Hey you guys, thanks once again for the reviews. Inspiration has struck once again and I'm afraid that if I don't write and post these chapters out as soon as they pop into my head, I'll never do them and then you guys will start to HATE me - seriously! I'm such a procrastinator; it's not even funny. Hope you enjoy the chappie, promise the next one will be even better.
I don't own X Men Evolution.
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Rogue stared at Pietro blankly. *What did he just say?*
Pietro looked at Rogue quizzically, her eyes glazed over. *Why do I suddenly have a craving for donouts?* "Are you alright?"
Rogue shook her head lightly and swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. "What... what did yuh just say?"
"All I asked is if you were going to the dance on Friday."
"Oh. Well actually I was just gonna stay at home with Kitty." Rogue smiled nervously.
"You think maybe you'll want to go with me? I mean yesterday we kind of got interrupted and everything..." Pietro looked at her hopefully.
Rogue thought about it. "Alright Pietro, why not?"
"Great, I'll pick you up at around 8:00." He flashed a debonair smile.
"Yeah whatever." Rogue shrugged and dismissed herself quickly, realising that lunch was now over, she hadn't eaten anything and she was late for class.
******************************** AUTHOR'S POINT OF VIEW *******************************
The week flew by, rapidly paving way for the weekend but not before the night of the big dance. Or the night prior to that for that matter...
************************* THURSDAY NIGHT AT THE BROTHERHOOD ***********************
Lance sat on the couch, uninterestedly flicking through channels. He stopped short, grumbled something to himself, and resumed his prior activity.
Pietro whizzed into the living room, dropping himself on the couch and glanced at Lance. He then turned his attention to the tv.
"Whatcha watching?" He asked innocently.
Lance looked at him, shrugged and then flicked again.
"Whatcha watching now?" Pietro asked again.
All he got in response was another icy glare, Lance flicking again.
"How about now?" The young speed demon asked yet again, this time accompanied by a small snicker.
"Urgh - why are you so annoying?" Lance dropped the remote and shot up.
Pietro offered a laugh in return, scoped up the remote and swiftly began surfing through. "Man you are so easy to rattle! I think I'm gonna stick a huge bulls eye on your forehead so that everyone knows just what an easy target you are!"
Lance groaned and began to pace around, passing his hand through his tousled hair in frustration.
"Cool. Look Lance - BabeWatch!" Pietro began humming along with the opening theme song.
Lance stared at him and raised an eyebrow, a sad expression. "Pietro I haven't seen Kitty since last Saturday at the mall. Do you know what's up?"
Pietro scoffed. "It's not like I've got her lo-jacked! I'm not a wet nurse Lance!" He chuckled. "Even though she does sometimes act like a baby."
"Lance sighed. "You're such a total waste. I mean you're no help - seriously!"
Pietro cupped his hands over his head and cheered. "I know! Aren't I great?"
Lance stood there with a determined face. "I'm gonna see her." He walked into the kitchen and picked up his keys.
Pietro watched as Lance walked to the door and shook his head sympathetically. He shouted, "I'll pray for you!" - his mind running on Wolverine.
He then heard the front door slam and Lance's jeep roar off. He sat there staring off blankly. "Come to think of it, I'll pray for myself as well," now thinking about his 'date' with Rogue.
Pietro shuddered as he got a mental picture of Wolverine in a dress - "Oh yuck! Great, now I have to go wash my brain out with soap!" He got up from the couch.
********************************** AT THE INSTITUTE ************************************
Lance stood nervously in front the mansion door, his palms dripping wet. He drew in a deep breath and hesitantly rang the doorbell, quickly hearing footsteps approaching.
When the door opened he caught a flash of brown and he breathed a sigh of relief.
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Kitty swung open the door her head turned backwards shouting out to Kurt. "I like want Pep..." she turned to face the visitor, slightly taken aback when she saw it was Lance. "...peroni." She slowly finished.
Kitty shifted around uncomfortably and gave him a lopsided grin. "Lance what are you doing here?"
"I wanted to see you, I missed you." He took her hand, "aren't you going to invite me in?"
"Um... why don't we stay out here and talk? It's a little crowded in there." She cleared her throat and closed the door behind her.
An awkward silence hung in the air, as both teenagers sat on the steps, staring up at the stars. Lance stole a glance at Kitty, her beauty rivalling that of the star lit sky, in her denim cut-offs and strappy tank top. He finally broke the unnerving silence by asking...
"So how have you been?"
Kitty sighed. "I've been better. I had an accident a few days ago and still suffering from the repercussions."
Lance glanced down at her arm and furrowed his brows in sympathy. "So I guess you won't be going to the dance then?"
Kitty scoffed. "You're kidding right? Not with biceps bigger than Arnold Schwarzenegger's!"
"Come on Kit, don't you think you're exaggerating?"
"Of course not! Just look at my arm! I could try out to be on WWF!"
Lance chuckled smoothly, which made Kitty shudder slightly. "Well I hate to disappoint you but I don't think you'll make the cut - you're way too cute."
A faint blush crept her cheeks and she felt as though her heart was betraying her.
"So how did it happen?" He asked her with deep concern.
"I was at the park on Sunday and this bee suddenly decided to go all Norman Bates on me!" (A/N: You guys know the movie 'Psycho' right?)
"You were at the park on Sunday? Why didn't you call me - I would have come with."
Kitty sweat dropped. She couldn't let this go on any longer. She couldn't continue to lead Lance on, letting him think he was in a serious relationship when she, when her heart, obviously wanted something else.
"Lance," her voice lowered to a mere whisper, "how would you define love?"
He looked at her oddly. "Love." He sighed. "Well Kitty... I think that love is having a deep affection for someone, giving of yourself completely - you know like showing all your faults, so that the person accepts you and loves you for who you really are."
Kitty smiled. "How about - wanting to do what's best for the other person, even though it may cause you personal dissatisfaction."
"Yeah I guess that could be one." He turned to face her. "Kit what is this about?"
She continued on... "then by your description of love Lance, would you say that you loved me?"
He looked at her incredulously. "Kitty how could you even ask me a thing like that? Of course I love you."
Kitty sighed. This was going to be harder than she thought. She gazed back up at the stars, trying to find the right words.
But somehow Lance knew what she was getting at, without her even saying anything. Her facial expression gave it all away. Kitty just didn't love him... not anymore at least. He began to wonder if she ever really did, his head hung in despair.
"You don't feel the say way, do you Kitty?"
She looked at him; her eyes filled with unshed tears. "It's not that I don't love you anymore Lance because I really do. It's just that... I'm not in love with you."
He swallowed hard. "What happened? I mean - what changed?"
The tears now slowly slid down her cheeks. "I don't know - I just woke up one morning and realised that something had changed. That I had changed. And I don't know if it's for the better or worse." She slipped her hand in his. "But don't get me wrong, this has nothing to do with you, you're wonderful and any girl will be so lucky to have you but I just... I just..." she yanked her hand away and buried her face in her palms, crying a little more loudly now.
Lance looked at her petite frame, shaking from her sobs. He engulfed her in a warm hug and tried to soothe her, whispering into her hair... "Shh Kitty... don't cry. I understand. It's okay." But in reality he didn't really understand and it wasn't okay.
She emerged from his embrace. "Really?" she whispered, wiping her tear stained face.
"Well... no, not really. But I can't stand seeing you unhappy." He smiled comfortingly at her, when inside his heart was completely shattered.
She hugged him again. "Thank you Lance... thank you so much."
He squeezed his eyes shut, a single tear escaping. He spoke gently, "thank you for what?"
"For not asking me to explain." Kitty spoke quietly into his chest.
Lance smiled forcefully, even though she couldn't see it. "I hate myself for asking but is there someone else?"
Kitty snorted. "No - there isn't anyone else. I mean who else could there be?"
Which technically wasn't a lie! Cause technically Pietro didn't have any idea how she felt about him and technically she didn't know he felt about her - technically!
"Lance," she looked up at him, "we're still friends right?"
He kissed her forehead. "Always Kit... always."
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A/N: Did you like? Well let me know by your REVIEWS! Review, review, review - please! I'm trying to attain a personal goal of reviews for this story so come on - please give to the Hailey fund? *Holds out a wooden box for your reviews.*