Chapter Seventeen.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews once again! I'm running out of things to say to you guys - you're so great to me! I really appreciate your reviews, they keep my ideas flowing for this story and I'm really happy you're enjoying it.
I don't own X Men Evolution cause if I did Kietro would definitely be a must.
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Kitty stirred underneath her covers, wincing at the thumping pain in her head. She forced her eyes open, adjusting them slowly to the lights. And with a long stretch, she glared over at the alarm clock, which read 1:00 pm. *I hate Sundays!*
"Gosh, now I know what a hangover feels like!" Kitty stated groggily to no one in particular.
Rogue walked into the room hastily looking for... looking for... something. "Mornin' Kit. Have yuh seen meh cell phone?"
Kitty squinted her eyes shut and groaned. "I feel like crap!" she yelled out to Rogue.
"Well what do yuh expect after three hours of non stop cryin', ventin' and breakin' stuff!" Rogue stated simply.
Kitty shot up and massaged her temples. "What..." she sighed, "what stuff are you talking about?"
Rogue frowned apologetically and motioned with her eyes towards the corner of the room, near Kitty's closet. She watched intently as Kitty dashed out of bed and over to the corner.
"I... I did this?" her voice cracked slightly. "I can't believe I did this!"
Kitty searched through the pile of broken knickknacks, shaking her head in doubt. *I couldn't have done this!* "My music box... my snow angel... my... my kitten." She buried her face in her hands.
Rogue walked over to the young brunette and slipped a hand on her shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Kit ah would have cleaned it up when ah got back but it was so late and ah didn't want to disturb..."
Kitty cut in... "got back from where?" She cocked a perfectly arched eyebrow.
Rogue frowned, "don't yuh remember anythin' from last night?"
A simple shrug of the shoulders was her answer complemented by a bewildered headshake. She glanced back at the broken pile of collectables and sighed, "are you going anywhere Rogue? I really feel like getting out."
Rogue cleared her throat... "actually Kit, ah've got a little something to do right now but ah'm up for whatever when ah get back."
*She's looking for her cell phone - which means she's going someplace major... again!* Kitty gave a lopsided grin, "that's alright Rogue, I may just go out for a skate or something." She got up and walked over to her drawers, grabbing a towel out.
"Kit ah've got to get goin', ah'll catch yuh later." Rogue headed for the door but hastily put the brakes on... "are yuh sure yuh haven't seen it anywhere?" She glanced back at the girl.
She mouthed a small 'no', smiling at Rogue's inexplicable way of always losing stuff.
"Ugh fine! Ah swear, when ah find that thin' ah'm gonna hot glue it to meh forehead!" Rogue scoffed and went out the door.
Kitty stood there silently, towel in hand, deeply engrossed in thought. *I wonder if he'll go with me?* She sighed as she sluggishly headed for the bathroom.
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Pietro sat on the couch, rapidly flicking through channels on the tv. He sighed and shifted around for the thousandth time, grumbling to himself...*Sunday's are so incredibly boring!*
"Lance there's nothing on tv!" he whined loudly.
In the kitchen stood Lance, searching diligently through the cupboards for something edible. He rolled his eyes and sighed at the speed demon's annoying nature as he yelled back... "why don't you watch a DVD or something?"
Just then the phone rang.
Ring...
Ring...
Ring...
Lance frowned and yelled out again, "Pietro, are you gonna get that?"
Ring...
Ring...
Ring...
He poked his head out the kitchen and across the hallway, eyeing Pietro menacingly, who lay sprawled out on the couch repeatedly spitting his gum up into the air - the phone resting comfortably behind his head ringing continuously.
Pietro called out, "Lance - phone!"
Lance walked out the kitchen and stared at the silver haired boy blankly. Sometimes Pietro's audacity amazed him.
Ring...
"Don't tire yourself out Pietro, I'll get it!" Lance stated sarcastically. "Hello?"
...
"Oh, hey Kit - what's up?"
Pietro's ears perked up.
...
"Um... yeah sure! You want me to pick you up or something?"
Pietro abruptly sat upright and squinted in curiosity.
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"Meet you by the water fountain at four?"
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"Don't worry Kitty, I'll be there."
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"You're not serious, are you? Well actually, I don't skate that well."
A scoff quickly followed that comment. "Try not at all!" by now Pietro was leaning against the armrest, desperately trying to decode what Kitty was saying at on the other end.
Lance narrowed his eyes at him and with a slight wave of the hand caused the couch to shake a bit. Pietro, caught totally unaware, immediately fell off and bumped his head on the hard wooden floor. "Hey," he quickly shot up.
...
"You can always teach me Kit." Lance flashed a toothy grin.
Pietro instantly felt nauseated. "You can always teach me Kit!" he mocked Lance in an annoying voice. *I'm not jealous... I'm not, not, not!*
"Later then Kit." Lance hung up the phone and walked off whistling happily.
Pietro breathed heavily, casting his eyes towards the floor and gently tapped against his forehead repeatedly with his fist. *Think dude, think!* After about five minutes of constant self abuse, he raised his head and smirked widely. He then dashed into the kitchen to brutally grill Lance.
"Hey Lance, you going somewhere man?"
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A/N: Well that's it for this chapter. I'm sorry it's a bit short but if you want more - review. REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW... please?
A/N: Thanks for the reviews once again! I'm running out of things to say to you guys - you're so great to me! I really appreciate your reviews, they keep my ideas flowing for this story and I'm really happy you're enjoying it.
I don't own X Men Evolution cause if I did Kietro would definitely be a must.
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Kitty stirred underneath her covers, wincing at the thumping pain in her head. She forced her eyes open, adjusting them slowly to the lights. And with a long stretch, she glared over at the alarm clock, which read 1:00 pm. *I hate Sundays!*
"Gosh, now I know what a hangover feels like!" Kitty stated groggily to no one in particular.
Rogue walked into the room hastily looking for... looking for... something. "Mornin' Kit. Have yuh seen meh cell phone?"
Kitty squinted her eyes shut and groaned. "I feel like crap!" she yelled out to Rogue.
"Well what do yuh expect after three hours of non stop cryin', ventin' and breakin' stuff!" Rogue stated simply.
Kitty shot up and massaged her temples. "What..." she sighed, "what stuff are you talking about?"
Rogue frowned apologetically and motioned with her eyes towards the corner of the room, near Kitty's closet. She watched intently as Kitty dashed out of bed and over to the corner.
"I... I did this?" her voice cracked slightly. "I can't believe I did this!"
Kitty searched through the pile of broken knickknacks, shaking her head in doubt. *I couldn't have done this!* "My music box... my snow angel... my... my kitten." She buried her face in her hands.
Rogue walked over to the young brunette and slipped a hand on her shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Kit ah would have cleaned it up when ah got back but it was so late and ah didn't want to disturb..."
Kitty cut in... "got back from where?" She cocked a perfectly arched eyebrow.
Rogue frowned, "don't yuh remember anythin' from last night?"
A simple shrug of the shoulders was her answer complemented by a bewildered headshake. She glanced back at the broken pile of collectables and sighed, "are you going anywhere Rogue? I really feel like getting out."
Rogue cleared her throat... "actually Kit, ah've got a little something to do right now but ah'm up for whatever when ah get back."
*She's looking for her cell phone - which means she's going someplace major... again!* Kitty gave a lopsided grin, "that's alright Rogue, I may just go out for a skate or something." She got up and walked over to her drawers, grabbing a towel out.
"Kit ah've got to get goin', ah'll catch yuh later." Rogue headed for the door but hastily put the brakes on... "are yuh sure yuh haven't seen it anywhere?" She glanced back at the girl.
She mouthed a small 'no', smiling at Rogue's inexplicable way of always losing stuff.
"Ugh fine! Ah swear, when ah find that thin' ah'm gonna hot glue it to meh forehead!" Rogue scoffed and went out the door.
Kitty stood there silently, towel in hand, deeply engrossed in thought. *I wonder if he'll go with me?* She sighed as she sluggishly headed for the bathroom.
*********************** AT THE BROTHERHOOD ********************
Pietro sat on the couch, rapidly flicking through channels on the tv. He sighed and shifted around for the thousandth time, grumbling to himself...*Sunday's are so incredibly boring!*
"Lance there's nothing on tv!" he whined loudly.
In the kitchen stood Lance, searching diligently through the cupboards for something edible. He rolled his eyes and sighed at the speed demon's annoying nature as he yelled back... "why don't you watch a DVD or something?"
Just then the phone rang.
Ring...
Ring...
Ring...
Lance frowned and yelled out again, "Pietro, are you gonna get that?"
Ring...
Ring...
Ring...
He poked his head out the kitchen and across the hallway, eyeing Pietro menacingly, who lay sprawled out on the couch repeatedly spitting his gum up into the air - the phone resting comfortably behind his head ringing continuously.
Pietro called out, "Lance - phone!"
Lance walked out the kitchen and stared at the silver haired boy blankly. Sometimes Pietro's audacity amazed him.
Ring...
"Don't tire yourself out Pietro, I'll get it!" Lance stated sarcastically. "Hello?"
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"Oh, hey Kit - what's up?"
Pietro's ears perked up.
...
"Um... yeah sure! You want me to pick you up or something?"
Pietro abruptly sat upright and squinted in curiosity.
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"Meet you by the water fountain at four?"
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"Don't worry Kitty, I'll be there."
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"You're not serious, are you? Well actually, I don't skate that well."
A scoff quickly followed that comment. "Try not at all!" by now Pietro was leaning against the armrest, desperately trying to decode what Kitty was saying at on the other end.
Lance narrowed his eyes at him and with a slight wave of the hand caused the couch to shake a bit. Pietro, caught totally unaware, immediately fell off and bumped his head on the hard wooden floor. "Hey," he quickly shot up.
...
"You can always teach me Kit." Lance flashed a toothy grin.
Pietro instantly felt nauseated. "You can always teach me Kit!" he mocked Lance in an annoying voice. *I'm not jealous... I'm not, not, not!*
"Later then Kit." Lance hung up the phone and walked off whistling happily.
Pietro breathed heavily, casting his eyes towards the floor and gently tapped against his forehead repeatedly with his fist. *Think dude, think!* After about five minutes of constant self abuse, he raised his head and smirked widely. He then dashed into the kitchen to brutally grill Lance.
"Hey Lance, you going somewhere man?"
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A/N: Well that's it for this chapter. I'm sorry it's a bit short but if you want more - review. REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW... please?