Chapter Ten.
A/N: Thank you for all the really awesome reviews, I appreciate them so much. Well I hope you like this chapter, as I promised that it would get better. A new person enters the scene... but who?
I don't own X Men Evolution.
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Kitty lay on her bed with her nose stuck in a book, reading, or at least trying to read. She plopped the book down onto her lap and sighed, staring up at the ceiling, recalling the earlier events to mind. Even though she wanted it, she just couldn't believe that she and Lance weren't together anymore. She began to wonder if she had made the right decision. She remembered how he was always there for her, no questions asked, whenever she needed someone to confide in or maybe just a friend. He was always the one to help her put things in perspective, well at least his perspective but a perspective nonetheless. He was always there to...
Anyways, it didn't matter anymore. They weren't together and that was it. As the saying goes 'You can't have your cake and eat it too!' (A/N: What does that mean anyways?). Silently caught up in her thoughts, Kitty hadn't even noticed that Rogue had stepped into the room.
Rogue stared at the young girl intently, her eyes fixated on the ceiling - again.
"Kitty what's wrong now?"
"Huh?" She snapped her head up. "Oh hi Rogue, when did you come in?"
Rogue shook her head in disbelief. "Kitty what's botherin' yuh?"
"Nothing. Nothing's bothering me. What could be bothering me? Nothing... nothing is bothering me." Kitty rambled.
"Sure nothing's bothering you - that's why the novel yuh're holding is upside down!" Rogue cocked a brow.
Kitty giggled. "Oh that's why I couldn't understand what I was reading."
"Come Kitty - spill!"
"Well... Lance and I broke up tonight."
"Well duh!"
"What do you mean well duh?"
"Kitty - yuh haven't had a real date with the guy in about a month and every time he calls yuh, yuh're always in the 'bathroom'."
"Hey a girl's got to wash her hair."
Rogue rolled her eyes, "right Kit - ten times a day!"
Kitty sighed and hung her head sadly. "Was it that obvious?"
Rogue gave her a sympathetic look. "Kitty yuh guys have been driftin' apart for weeks now. It was time for a change." She hugged her reassuringly, "Yuh'll be okay, Lance will be okay - it'll all work out."
Kitty smiled at her best friend. Deep down, she knew in her heart that Rogue was right.
Rogue got up and walked over to her closet, sifting through her clothes. She let out a loud groan, emerging from the closet, as she couldn't find what she was looking for. She walked over to her bed and eyed it quizzically, tossing pieces of clothes onto the floor.
"Kitty have yuh seen meh cell phone?"
Kitty snorted. "Well if you would like pick your clothes up once in a while and probably make your bed, maybe you would be able to find it."
Rogue looked at her blankly. "What's the point? It's gonna get messy anyway - so I just save mehself the hassle."
Kitty sighed and shook her head. "I'm sure it'll turn up."
As Rogue continued to frantically search through the jungle, which was her bed, Kitty's mind ran on something else - something of a more captivating nature.
"So... Rogue..." The goth girl looked up. "Are you like going to the dance?"
"Um... um... ah, ah uh..." Rogue was completely stuck, Kitty's question catching her totally off guard. "Who said ah was goin' to the dance?"
"Come on Rogue, you can't fool me. You're like looking for your cell phone, and you know just as well as I do that when you're looking for your cell phone that means you're going somewhere major." Kitty sat straight up, now totally interested. "So - who's taking you? Scott? That cute, oh so totally hot foreign exchange student Jean Paul?"
"Um... ah'm... ah'm goin' with..." Rogue stuttered once again.
Kitty groaned. "Come on Rogue, that's like getting old. Now - spill. Who are you going with?"
Rogue sighed in defeat; she couldn't handle all the questions. "Ah'm goin' with Pietro."
Kitty's heart sunk. The chunks started to rise up in her throat and she thought she was seriously going to lose it. *She was going with Pietro... Pietro. Pietro.* Her eyes welled up.
Rogue looked at her friend, deep concern etched on her face. Kitty' face was as white as a sheet and her eyes were bloodshot. "Kitty, are yuh alright?"
"Yeah Rogue, I'm fine." She fought back the tears through sheer will power. "I'm just a little tired. I'm gonna go to bed now, it's been a long day." She switched off her desk lamp.
Rogue shrugged, "alright Kit, goodnight." She picked up some stuff from on top her bed and headed for the bathroom.
Kitty lay back on the bed and pulled her covers closely around her. She welded her eyes shut, burying her face in the pillow, releasing everything she had built up inside.
************************ ABOUT THIRTY MINUTES LATER *************************
Rogue emerged out the bathroom, clothed in her pyjamas, all ready for bed. She eyed the articles of clothing thrown all over bed and grimaced, as she pushed them off and straightened her covers. She stopped deep in thought, her eyes wandering over to Kitty. *Maybe ah should just check on her.*
She walked over to Kitty's bedside and pulled the cover down slightly, gazing upon her tear stained face and damp eyelashes. Even in her sleep, Rogue could tell that Kitty wasn't happy, she wasn't at peace and her expression told it all. She observed that one of Kitty's palms was clenched and she bent down to inspect. Upon closer observation she smiled when she saw that it was the necklace Lance gave to a Kitty a few months ago. *Ah'm sorry this has been so hard on yuh!* Kitty then began to stir slightly which made Rogue step back a bit.
Rogue then walked back to her bed and crawled in, stretching over to switch off the light. *Everythin' will work out Kitty, it may not feel like it now but it will be, ah promise yuh.* She gently rested her head on the pillow and within minutes she was asleep.
***************************** AROUND TWO IN THE MORNING ****************************
Rogue stirred for what seemed to be the millionth time, due to a nagging, small vibration coming from somewhere underneath her.
...
There it was again.
She groaned and flipped from her stomach onto her side thinking or rather hoping that this annoying dream would just end. She soon felt it again.
...
And again.
...
And again. *Urgh, ah really don't think this is a dream!*
Rogue grumbled to herself, feeling around to find the source of the irritation. She then stuck her hand under her pillow and pulled out her cell phone - *Oh so that's where it went!* - and looked at the screen to see who was crazy enough to call at this hour.
Her mouth formed a small 'o' - *ANONYMOUS* - she frowned and pressed the answer button...
"Uh... hello?"
...
Rogue swallowed hard when she heard the silky voice at the other end. "How did yuh get meh number?"
...
"What do yuh want? She whispered, so as not to disturb Kitty.
...
"Tomorrow? At 7:30? In the park? Are yuh crazy or somethin'? Ah don't think ah can..."Her voice now rising from more than a whisper.
...
"But..."
...
"But..."
...
No matter how hard she tried she just couldn't disagree. She couldn't say no. And if she really honest with herself she didn't want to say no. "Alright fine, ah'll meet you there..."
...
"Listen ah've got to go, ah don't want to wake Kitty."
...
"Yeah tomorrow." She ended the call.
Rogue sighed and dropped back onto her pillow, cell phone in hand. She stared blankly at the ceiling above her thinking to herself - *ah just couldn't say no! Ah didn't want to say no!* - and it bothered her, it really bothered her. Her eyes fluttered a bit; sleep finally winning out as she closed her eyes.
*************************** THE NIGHT OF THE DANCE **************************
Kitty sat in the living room watching everyone dash around in anticipation for his or her big night. It made her sick to the stomach that she wasn't going, and what made her feel even worse was the fact that Pietro was taking Rogue - her best friend. She drew her feet up to her chest, her large blue eyes fixated on the blank tv screen. In all honesty though, she couldn't blame either one of them for liking each other - on the one hand she and Pietro were as different as oil and water. Rogue was a rebellious free spirit, the kind of girl he would definitely go for. Yeah - Pietro and Rogue belonged together. They just made sense. They were perfect for each other. And she solemnly agreed to be disgustingly happy for them... disgustingly happy. So caught up, she hadn't even noticed when Amara came and sat beside her.
"Kitty, I really wished you were coming tonight. I know how much you love to dance." The young princess so regally stated.
Kitty looked at her and smiled. "Oh Amara you look beautiful!"
"You really think so? I think it's a bit too much." Amara stood up and gave herself a glance over.
"No you look gorgeous." Kitty admired her friend. She wore an elegant spaghetti strap black georgette dress that gracefully swept the floor. "So who are you going with anyways?"
Amara sighed. "No one. That is why I really wished you were going."
"Oh I'm sorry Amara. But I can't believe no one asked you. I mean..." Kitty stopped short when she saw the expression on her face. She smiled. "I see what's really going on here. It's not that you weren't asked to the dance, you just weren't' asked by the person you wanted to go with, " she raised a brow, "a certain pyrokinetic..."
Amara blushed furiously. "I hate myself for feeling this way because he's our enemy but what can I do?"
"I know the feeling all too well Amara," Kitty furrowed her brows. "Anyways you should get going, it's getting late."
Amara bent down and gave her a reassuring hug. "I'll see you later Kit." She walked off into the kitchen.
Kitty sat back down on the couch, this time actually turning on the tv and began flicking through. "Urgh, all these channels and there's nothing on." She picked up the pace, this time flipping through more rapidly. "Yuck Bay Watch - who watches that junk?"
Kitty sat there annoyingly skimming through channels when she finally gave it up as a lost cause and decided to put on a DVD. She got up and walked over to the DVD stack. *Now what do I watch? Hulk? Nah! Spiderman? Nah! Pirates of the Caribbean? Nah! How about Star Wars II - Attack of the Clones?* Kitty frowned. This was hopeless. *Geez, maybe I should just turn back on the tv and look at Bay Watch!* She then decided to give up the movie idea and watch a cartoon. She popped in a DVD - Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron, (A/N: Love it!), walked back to the couch and cuddled up with a cushion.
About ten minutes into the movie, the doorbell rang. Kitty yelled out, "Is anyone gonna get that?"
When no reply came, she let out a loud groan and got up.
"Of course no one's gonna get it! They're all getting ready for the dance. It's not like it could be one of their dates or anything!" She grumbled to herself sarcastically.
Kitty opened the mansion door, her eyebrows furrowed. She swallowed hard as she took in the breathtaking sight before her, the intoxicating scent of his cologne, his intense azure eyes, his inexplicably amazing he looked in a tux - everything, just everything about him. Her voice betrayed yet again although she knew this moment was inevitable. She managed to whisper...
"Pietro, hi. Come on in."
He flashed her a small smile and stepped in. Kitty drew a deep breath - *this isn't going to be easy!*
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A/N: Well hope you liked. Please, please, please review. I'll be back with the next chapter soon - hopefully. But to move my thinking process along more quickly, I need tons of reviews. Will you do? For me?
A/N: Thank you for all the really awesome reviews, I appreciate them so much. Well I hope you like this chapter, as I promised that it would get better. A new person enters the scene... but who?
I don't own X Men Evolution.
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Kitty lay on her bed with her nose stuck in a book, reading, or at least trying to read. She plopped the book down onto her lap and sighed, staring up at the ceiling, recalling the earlier events to mind. Even though she wanted it, she just couldn't believe that she and Lance weren't together anymore. She began to wonder if she had made the right decision. She remembered how he was always there for her, no questions asked, whenever she needed someone to confide in or maybe just a friend. He was always the one to help her put things in perspective, well at least his perspective but a perspective nonetheless. He was always there to...
Anyways, it didn't matter anymore. They weren't together and that was it. As the saying goes 'You can't have your cake and eat it too!' (A/N: What does that mean anyways?). Silently caught up in her thoughts, Kitty hadn't even noticed that Rogue had stepped into the room.
Rogue stared at the young girl intently, her eyes fixated on the ceiling - again.
"Kitty what's wrong now?"
"Huh?" She snapped her head up. "Oh hi Rogue, when did you come in?"
Rogue shook her head in disbelief. "Kitty what's botherin' yuh?"
"Nothing. Nothing's bothering me. What could be bothering me? Nothing... nothing is bothering me." Kitty rambled.
"Sure nothing's bothering you - that's why the novel yuh're holding is upside down!" Rogue cocked a brow.
Kitty giggled. "Oh that's why I couldn't understand what I was reading."
"Come Kitty - spill!"
"Well... Lance and I broke up tonight."
"Well duh!"
"What do you mean well duh?"
"Kitty - yuh haven't had a real date with the guy in about a month and every time he calls yuh, yuh're always in the 'bathroom'."
"Hey a girl's got to wash her hair."
Rogue rolled her eyes, "right Kit - ten times a day!"
Kitty sighed and hung her head sadly. "Was it that obvious?"
Rogue gave her a sympathetic look. "Kitty yuh guys have been driftin' apart for weeks now. It was time for a change." She hugged her reassuringly, "Yuh'll be okay, Lance will be okay - it'll all work out."
Kitty smiled at her best friend. Deep down, she knew in her heart that Rogue was right.
Rogue got up and walked over to her closet, sifting through her clothes. She let out a loud groan, emerging from the closet, as she couldn't find what she was looking for. She walked over to her bed and eyed it quizzically, tossing pieces of clothes onto the floor.
"Kitty have yuh seen meh cell phone?"
Kitty snorted. "Well if you would like pick your clothes up once in a while and probably make your bed, maybe you would be able to find it."
Rogue looked at her blankly. "What's the point? It's gonna get messy anyway - so I just save mehself the hassle."
Kitty sighed and shook her head. "I'm sure it'll turn up."
As Rogue continued to frantically search through the jungle, which was her bed, Kitty's mind ran on something else - something of a more captivating nature.
"So... Rogue..." The goth girl looked up. "Are you like going to the dance?"
"Um... um... ah, ah uh..." Rogue was completely stuck, Kitty's question catching her totally off guard. "Who said ah was goin' to the dance?"
"Come on Rogue, you can't fool me. You're like looking for your cell phone, and you know just as well as I do that when you're looking for your cell phone that means you're going somewhere major." Kitty sat straight up, now totally interested. "So - who's taking you? Scott? That cute, oh so totally hot foreign exchange student Jean Paul?"
"Um... ah'm... ah'm goin' with..." Rogue stuttered once again.
Kitty groaned. "Come on Rogue, that's like getting old. Now - spill. Who are you going with?"
Rogue sighed in defeat; she couldn't handle all the questions. "Ah'm goin' with Pietro."
Kitty's heart sunk. The chunks started to rise up in her throat and she thought she was seriously going to lose it. *She was going with Pietro... Pietro. Pietro.* Her eyes welled up.
Rogue looked at her friend, deep concern etched on her face. Kitty' face was as white as a sheet and her eyes were bloodshot. "Kitty, are yuh alright?"
"Yeah Rogue, I'm fine." She fought back the tears through sheer will power. "I'm just a little tired. I'm gonna go to bed now, it's been a long day." She switched off her desk lamp.
Rogue shrugged, "alright Kit, goodnight." She picked up some stuff from on top her bed and headed for the bathroom.
Kitty lay back on the bed and pulled her covers closely around her. She welded her eyes shut, burying her face in the pillow, releasing everything she had built up inside.
************************ ABOUT THIRTY MINUTES LATER *************************
Rogue emerged out the bathroom, clothed in her pyjamas, all ready for bed. She eyed the articles of clothing thrown all over bed and grimaced, as she pushed them off and straightened her covers. She stopped deep in thought, her eyes wandering over to Kitty. *Maybe ah should just check on her.*
She walked over to Kitty's bedside and pulled the cover down slightly, gazing upon her tear stained face and damp eyelashes. Even in her sleep, Rogue could tell that Kitty wasn't happy, she wasn't at peace and her expression told it all. She observed that one of Kitty's palms was clenched and she bent down to inspect. Upon closer observation she smiled when she saw that it was the necklace Lance gave to a Kitty a few months ago. *Ah'm sorry this has been so hard on yuh!* Kitty then began to stir slightly which made Rogue step back a bit.
Rogue then walked back to her bed and crawled in, stretching over to switch off the light. *Everythin' will work out Kitty, it may not feel like it now but it will be, ah promise yuh.* She gently rested her head on the pillow and within minutes she was asleep.
***************************** AROUND TWO IN THE MORNING ****************************
Rogue stirred for what seemed to be the millionth time, due to a nagging, small vibration coming from somewhere underneath her.
...
There it was again.
She groaned and flipped from her stomach onto her side thinking or rather hoping that this annoying dream would just end. She soon felt it again.
...
And again.
...
And again. *Urgh, ah really don't think this is a dream!*
Rogue grumbled to herself, feeling around to find the source of the irritation. She then stuck her hand under her pillow and pulled out her cell phone - *Oh so that's where it went!* - and looked at the screen to see who was crazy enough to call at this hour.
Her mouth formed a small 'o' - *ANONYMOUS* - she frowned and pressed the answer button...
"Uh... hello?"
...
Rogue swallowed hard when she heard the silky voice at the other end. "How did yuh get meh number?"
...
"What do yuh want? She whispered, so as not to disturb Kitty.
...
"Tomorrow? At 7:30? In the park? Are yuh crazy or somethin'? Ah don't think ah can..."Her voice now rising from more than a whisper.
...
"But..."
...
"But..."
...
No matter how hard she tried she just couldn't disagree. She couldn't say no. And if she really honest with herself she didn't want to say no. "Alright fine, ah'll meet you there..."
...
"Listen ah've got to go, ah don't want to wake Kitty."
...
"Yeah tomorrow." She ended the call.
Rogue sighed and dropped back onto her pillow, cell phone in hand. She stared blankly at the ceiling above her thinking to herself - *ah just couldn't say no! Ah didn't want to say no!* - and it bothered her, it really bothered her. Her eyes fluttered a bit; sleep finally winning out as she closed her eyes.
*************************** THE NIGHT OF THE DANCE **************************
Kitty sat in the living room watching everyone dash around in anticipation for his or her big night. It made her sick to the stomach that she wasn't going, and what made her feel even worse was the fact that Pietro was taking Rogue - her best friend. She drew her feet up to her chest, her large blue eyes fixated on the blank tv screen. In all honesty though, she couldn't blame either one of them for liking each other - on the one hand she and Pietro were as different as oil and water. Rogue was a rebellious free spirit, the kind of girl he would definitely go for. Yeah - Pietro and Rogue belonged together. They just made sense. They were perfect for each other. And she solemnly agreed to be disgustingly happy for them... disgustingly happy. So caught up, she hadn't even noticed when Amara came and sat beside her.
"Kitty, I really wished you were coming tonight. I know how much you love to dance." The young princess so regally stated.
Kitty looked at her and smiled. "Oh Amara you look beautiful!"
"You really think so? I think it's a bit too much." Amara stood up and gave herself a glance over.
"No you look gorgeous." Kitty admired her friend. She wore an elegant spaghetti strap black georgette dress that gracefully swept the floor. "So who are you going with anyways?"
Amara sighed. "No one. That is why I really wished you were going."
"Oh I'm sorry Amara. But I can't believe no one asked you. I mean..." Kitty stopped short when she saw the expression on her face. She smiled. "I see what's really going on here. It's not that you weren't asked to the dance, you just weren't' asked by the person you wanted to go with, " she raised a brow, "a certain pyrokinetic..."
Amara blushed furiously. "I hate myself for feeling this way because he's our enemy but what can I do?"
"I know the feeling all too well Amara," Kitty furrowed her brows. "Anyways you should get going, it's getting late."
Amara bent down and gave her a reassuring hug. "I'll see you later Kit." She walked off into the kitchen.
Kitty sat back down on the couch, this time actually turning on the tv and began flicking through. "Urgh, all these channels and there's nothing on." She picked up the pace, this time flipping through more rapidly. "Yuck Bay Watch - who watches that junk?"
Kitty sat there annoyingly skimming through channels when she finally gave it up as a lost cause and decided to put on a DVD. She got up and walked over to the DVD stack. *Now what do I watch? Hulk? Nah! Spiderman? Nah! Pirates of the Caribbean? Nah! How about Star Wars II - Attack of the Clones?* Kitty frowned. This was hopeless. *Geez, maybe I should just turn back on the tv and look at Bay Watch!* She then decided to give up the movie idea and watch a cartoon. She popped in a DVD - Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron, (A/N: Love it!), walked back to the couch and cuddled up with a cushion.
About ten minutes into the movie, the doorbell rang. Kitty yelled out, "Is anyone gonna get that?"
When no reply came, she let out a loud groan and got up.
"Of course no one's gonna get it! They're all getting ready for the dance. It's not like it could be one of their dates or anything!" She grumbled to herself sarcastically.
Kitty opened the mansion door, her eyebrows furrowed. She swallowed hard as she took in the breathtaking sight before her, the intoxicating scent of his cologne, his intense azure eyes, his inexplicably amazing he looked in a tux - everything, just everything about him. Her voice betrayed yet again although she knew this moment was inevitable. She managed to whisper...
"Pietro, hi. Come on in."
He flashed her a small smile and stepped in. Kitty drew a deep breath - *this isn't going to be easy!*
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A/N: Well hope you liked. Please, please, please review. I'll be back with the next chapter soon - hopefully. But to move my thinking process along more quickly, I need tons of reviews. Will you do? For me?