Chapter Eighteen.
A/N: Sorry I took so long to update but wow did I have a hard time trying to come up with something good for this chapter. I'm still not too sure about it though, I really hope it doesn't suck. Thanks to all those reviewers of the previous chapter – I'm glad you enjoyed it.
I don't own X Men Evolution.
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Lance rolled his eyes and sighed in frustration. He spun around from resuming his search of the kitchen and thought to himself - #Could Pietro get any more annoying?#
"Pietro is it your only purpose in life to annoy the hell out me?" He cocked a brow at the sliver haired boy.
Pietro in turn pretended to think about it. "Um... among other things!" He then smirked somewhat and remembered the real reason why he had followed Lance into the kitchen in the first place. The sole reason he had second thoughts about leaving. He had messed up with her so badly, how on earth was he going to make it up to her? He then zoned out. What was he going to do? And why did he care about making it up to her at all? The answer to that question was still somewhat hazy. Kitty...
All the while Lance was standing there eyeing the boy quizzically. He waved a palm in front of his face. "Pietro are you okay?"
Pietro shook his head slightly and regained his usual composure. "Huh? Did you say something?"
"Uh huh." Lance looked at him as if he suddenly sprouted another arm.
Pietro cleared his throat. "Lance you going somewhere?"
"And I would share this information with you because..." Lance looked at Pietro challengingly.
Pietro thought hard. "Because... because I know something you don't know." His lips gravitated into a smile. He then began in a singsong voice, running circles around Lance...
"I know something you don't know. I know something you don't know..."
Lance covered his ears to block the annoying voice out. It was no use; he could still see him, him and his annoying smirk.
"Hey Pietro, I also know something you don't know..." Lance waved his hand and Pietro fell to the floor with a crashing thud.
"Hey! What did you do that for?" Pietro quickly got up, rubbing behind his head. He jumped in astonishment when he felt a vicelike grip on his arm. "Dude, what gives? Let go!"
"Not until you tell me what you're talking about. You've got ten seconds – or I break your arm!" Lance began to count. "Ten..."
Pietro squinted. "Right, like this would scare me into a confession."
He only looked at him in response. "Nine...
"Lance – let go!" Pietro began to squirm.
"Eight..."
"Lance release..." Pietro joked as though he was talking to his pet dog.
"Seven..."
All the while Lance's grip on his arm was tightening. "If this is supposed to inspire me into talking, let me tell you now Lance – stay clear away from teaching." Pietro chuckled to himself.
Lance narrowed his eyes and began to count faster. "Six, five..."
"Lance man let go!" Pietro was growing annoyed.
"Four, three, two...
"Alright, alright, I give!" Pietro let out a slight breath and glanced at his arm, where the blood had now settled. He looked at Lance questioningly, "if I get a clot I'm blaming you!"
Lance waved a hand, "yeah whatever... now OUT WITH IT!"
"What about that thing?" Pietro asked innocently.
"What thing?" Lance looked perplexed.
"That thing, with that girl?"
"What thing, with what girl? Pietro have you been inhaling nail polish again?" Lance belted out a laugh.
Pietro clenched his jaw. "I already told you I bought that for Kara!"
Lance just continued laughing. "Fine then, I'll just go." He zipped to the fridge and grabbed a coke.
The rock tumbler's face immediately straightened. "No, no, no and no. I will not have you corrupting Kitty. And where did you find that coke?"
Pietro smiled inwardly #This is almost too easy.# "Kitty? Who said anything about Kitty?"
"Then what are you babbling about Pietro because I really don't have the time." Lance sighed in defeat and picked up his keys.
Pietro's eyes then searched around aimlessly and he popped the top off his coke. "I'm talking about Ash..." he took a swig.
Lance's eyes widened. "Oh crap – Ashley!"
It was Pietro's turn to be amazed. #I can't believe that worked!# He continue to gulp down the rest of his coke.
"Oh man I 've got to go. I'll... I'll catch you later Pietro." Lance began his race to the door.
Pietro counted out loud "three... two... one..."
"Shoot – Kitty!" Lance groaned loudly.
"Yup – there he goes! And here I go!" Pietro zipped out to the hallway and up to Lance.
"Listen man, "he smiled, "since you're such a good friend, I'll do you a favour. I'll go to Ashley's and you can go with Kitty." Pietro mentally gave himself a parade, throwing out the line, just waiting for Lance to take the bait.
And like a stupid bass, he fell for it – hook, line and sinker.
"Right like I'll pass up on an opportunity to go out with Ashley Baker. She's the hottest girl in school, aside from Kitty that is no way am I letting you near her! Absolutely not." Lance crossed his arms.
"Well you can't call Pryde – look at the time – she's already left for the park." Pietro smirked weakly.
Lance began to pace around. "Think man, think, think. Alright here's the deal – Pietro you go tell Kitty I can't make it and I can go to Ashley's. I'll call Kitty and apologise later."
"No way – I'm not going to hang with Pryde. Let me go to Ashley's – please Lance, please?" He looked at him with puppy dog eyes.
Lance knitted his brows. "Quit it Pietro, you're creeping me out! And no way am I letting you go to Ashley's – so you can just forget it!"
"Fine, I'll go talk to Pryde but I can't make any promises."
Lance spun around and headed for the door. He swung it open, "and Pietro, don't annoy her. Just tell her that I can't make it and leave!"
"Fine Lance."
"I mean it Pietro – don't annoy her." He walked out the door and slammed it shut.
Pietro smiled to himself. "And now it's time for my happy dance." He did a little jig. He then quickly snapped out of it and recalled the time and dashed out the door.
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At The Park...
Kitty sat on the park bench, her skates resting next to her. She had been waiting on Lance for almost half an hour now, his inexplicable way of always being late. Lance was the only person she knew who would be late for his own funeral! She looked at her watch again and sighed to herself. Why did I ask him to come? I should have just come skating on my own? I mean it's what I'm doing anyway!
She shifted around for what seemed to her to be the millionth time. He's not coming – and why should he? We're not together anymore so he doesn't owe me anything. As soon as she was about to glance at her watch again, she felt two hands cover her eyes. She giggled sweetly and brought a hand up to the mystery man's.
"Guess who?"
She cringed when she heard the voice. How dare he? She had a wicked thought and dug her fingernails into him.
"Ouch!" Pietro pulled his hands away and stepped back. "Kitty?"
She flew up from her place on the bench and placed her hands on her hips. "What are you doing here? Where's Lance?"
"He... had a..." he couldn't tell her the real reason why Lance didn't come. "Something came up and he couldn't make it, so I came instead."
"Why? I thought you didn't care Pietro. Why would it matter to you if I sat here all afternoon waiting on Lance?"
He couldn't answer her.
She looked at him in disgust, "so I thought." Kitty grabbed up her skates and started to walk off.
Pietro sighed and raced up in front her and grabbed her arm. "Kitty please, just hear me out."
"Pietro would you just give it up? There's nothing more to say – so just leave me alone!" She phased through his grip.
He zipped up in front her once more and held her hand this time. "Please Kit, just listen..."
She glanced down at her hand. She smiled inwardly at his persistence. #Why am I so weak?#
"Alright Pietro, I'm listening. What is it you wanted to say?"
"Really?" He was a bit taken back. "I just wanted to say I was sorry."
She cocked a brow. "Sorry for what?"
Pietro realised that she wasn't going to make this easy. "For everything."
"Everything?"
He smiled. "Kitty please."
"I honestly don't know what you're trying to say." She shook her head blankly.
Pietro then got an interesting idea. "Alright, I'll explain everything if you let me take you to a movie."
Kitty pulled her hand away and stepped back a bit. "Are you serious?"
He took a step forward. "Very."
She drew a breath and looked at him intently, as if trying to decipher whether his motives where sincere. For the life of her she couldn't figure this guy out. Maybe she was naïve and maybe she was setting herself up for another let down but she was however willing to go with him.
"Why do I get the feeling I'm going to regret this?" She sighed and looked at him innocently.
"You're not gonna regret it Kit – I promise!" he took her hand again.
"Alright Pietro - but this is your only chance." She poked a finger at him.
He squeezed her hand tightly and pulled her in the opposite direction. "Come on, this way."
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A/N: Well how was it? Please don't say it sucked. Because if it did then be very sorry for me - I've lost it! So please Review, review, review.
A/N: Sorry I took so long to update but wow did I have a hard time trying to come up with something good for this chapter. I'm still not too sure about it though, I really hope it doesn't suck. Thanks to all those reviewers of the previous chapter – I'm glad you enjoyed it.
I don't own X Men Evolution.
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Lance rolled his eyes and sighed in frustration. He spun around from resuming his search of the kitchen and thought to himself - #Could Pietro get any more annoying?#
"Pietro is it your only purpose in life to annoy the hell out me?" He cocked a brow at the sliver haired boy.
Pietro in turn pretended to think about it. "Um... among other things!" He then smirked somewhat and remembered the real reason why he had followed Lance into the kitchen in the first place. The sole reason he had second thoughts about leaving. He had messed up with her so badly, how on earth was he going to make it up to her? He then zoned out. What was he going to do? And why did he care about making it up to her at all? The answer to that question was still somewhat hazy. Kitty...
All the while Lance was standing there eyeing the boy quizzically. He waved a palm in front of his face. "Pietro are you okay?"
Pietro shook his head slightly and regained his usual composure. "Huh? Did you say something?"
"Uh huh." Lance looked at him as if he suddenly sprouted another arm.
Pietro cleared his throat. "Lance you going somewhere?"
"And I would share this information with you because..." Lance looked at Pietro challengingly.
Pietro thought hard. "Because... because I know something you don't know." His lips gravitated into a smile. He then began in a singsong voice, running circles around Lance...
"I know something you don't know. I know something you don't know..."
Lance covered his ears to block the annoying voice out. It was no use; he could still see him, him and his annoying smirk.
"Hey Pietro, I also know something you don't know..." Lance waved his hand and Pietro fell to the floor with a crashing thud.
"Hey! What did you do that for?" Pietro quickly got up, rubbing behind his head. He jumped in astonishment when he felt a vicelike grip on his arm. "Dude, what gives? Let go!"
"Not until you tell me what you're talking about. You've got ten seconds – or I break your arm!" Lance began to count. "Ten..."
Pietro squinted. "Right, like this would scare me into a confession."
He only looked at him in response. "Nine...
"Lance – let go!" Pietro began to squirm.
"Eight..."
"Lance release..." Pietro joked as though he was talking to his pet dog.
"Seven..."
All the while Lance's grip on his arm was tightening. "If this is supposed to inspire me into talking, let me tell you now Lance – stay clear away from teaching." Pietro chuckled to himself.
Lance narrowed his eyes and began to count faster. "Six, five..."
"Lance man let go!" Pietro was growing annoyed.
"Four, three, two...
"Alright, alright, I give!" Pietro let out a slight breath and glanced at his arm, where the blood had now settled. He looked at Lance questioningly, "if I get a clot I'm blaming you!"
Lance waved a hand, "yeah whatever... now OUT WITH IT!"
"What about that thing?" Pietro asked innocently.
"What thing?" Lance looked perplexed.
"That thing, with that girl?"
"What thing, with what girl? Pietro have you been inhaling nail polish again?" Lance belted out a laugh.
Pietro clenched his jaw. "I already told you I bought that for Kara!"
Lance just continued laughing. "Fine then, I'll just go." He zipped to the fridge and grabbed a coke.
The rock tumbler's face immediately straightened. "No, no, no and no. I will not have you corrupting Kitty. And where did you find that coke?"
Pietro smiled inwardly #This is almost too easy.# "Kitty? Who said anything about Kitty?"
"Then what are you babbling about Pietro because I really don't have the time." Lance sighed in defeat and picked up his keys.
Pietro's eyes then searched around aimlessly and he popped the top off his coke. "I'm talking about Ash..." he took a swig.
Lance's eyes widened. "Oh crap – Ashley!"
It was Pietro's turn to be amazed. #I can't believe that worked!# He continue to gulp down the rest of his coke.
"Oh man I 've got to go. I'll... I'll catch you later Pietro." Lance began his race to the door.
Pietro counted out loud "three... two... one..."
"Shoot – Kitty!" Lance groaned loudly.
"Yup – there he goes! And here I go!" Pietro zipped out to the hallway and up to Lance.
"Listen man, "he smiled, "since you're such a good friend, I'll do you a favour. I'll go to Ashley's and you can go with Kitty." Pietro mentally gave himself a parade, throwing out the line, just waiting for Lance to take the bait.
And like a stupid bass, he fell for it – hook, line and sinker.
"Right like I'll pass up on an opportunity to go out with Ashley Baker. She's the hottest girl in school, aside from Kitty that is no way am I letting you near her! Absolutely not." Lance crossed his arms.
"Well you can't call Pryde – look at the time – she's already left for the park." Pietro smirked weakly.
Lance began to pace around. "Think man, think, think. Alright here's the deal – Pietro you go tell Kitty I can't make it and I can go to Ashley's. I'll call Kitty and apologise later."
"No way – I'm not going to hang with Pryde. Let me go to Ashley's – please Lance, please?" He looked at him with puppy dog eyes.
Lance knitted his brows. "Quit it Pietro, you're creeping me out! And no way am I letting you go to Ashley's – so you can just forget it!"
"Fine, I'll go talk to Pryde but I can't make any promises."
Lance spun around and headed for the door. He swung it open, "and Pietro, don't annoy her. Just tell her that I can't make it and leave!"
"Fine Lance."
"I mean it Pietro – don't annoy her." He walked out the door and slammed it shut.
Pietro smiled to himself. "And now it's time for my happy dance." He did a little jig. He then quickly snapped out of it and recalled the time and dashed out the door.
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At The Park...
Kitty sat on the park bench, her skates resting next to her. She had been waiting on Lance for almost half an hour now, his inexplicable way of always being late. Lance was the only person she knew who would be late for his own funeral! She looked at her watch again and sighed to herself. Why did I ask him to come? I should have just come skating on my own? I mean it's what I'm doing anyway!
She shifted around for what seemed to her to be the millionth time. He's not coming – and why should he? We're not together anymore so he doesn't owe me anything. As soon as she was about to glance at her watch again, she felt two hands cover her eyes. She giggled sweetly and brought a hand up to the mystery man's.
"Guess who?"
She cringed when she heard the voice. How dare he? She had a wicked thought and dug her fingernails into him.
"Ouch!" Pietro pulled his hands away and stepped back. "Kitty?"
She flew up from her place on the bench and placed her hands on her hips. "What are you doing here? Where's Lance?"
"He... had a..." he couldn't tell her the real reason why Lance didn't come. "Something came up and he couldn't make it, so I came instead."
"Why? I thought you didn't care Pietro. Why would it matter to you if I sat here all afternoon waiting on Lance?"
He couldn't answer her.
She looked at him in disgust, "so I thought." Kitty grabbed up her skates and started to walk off.
Pietro sighed and raced up in front her and grabbed her arm. "Kitty please, just hear me out."
"Pietro would you just give it up? There's nothing more to say – so just leave me alone!" She phased through his grip.
He zipped up in front her once more and held her hand this time. "Please Kit, just listen..."
She glanced down at her hand. She smiled inwardly at his persistence. #Why am I so weak?#
"Alright Pietro, I'm listening. What is it you wanted to say?"
"Really?" He was a bit taken back. "I just wanted to say I was sorry."
She cocked a brow. "Sorry for what?"
Pietro realised that she wasn't going to make this easy. "For everything."
"Everything?"
He smiled. "Kitty please."
"I honestly don't know what you're trying to say." She shook her head blankly.
Pietro then got an interesting idea. "Alright, I'll explain everything if you let me take you to a movie."
Kitty pulled her hand away and stepped back a bit. "Are you serious?"
He took a step forward. "Very."
She drew a breath and looked at him intently, as if trying to decipher whether his motives where sincere. For the life of her she couldn't figure this guy out. Maybe she was naïve and maybe she was setting herself up for another let down but she was however willing to go with him.
"Why do I get the feeling I'm going to regret this?" She sighed and looked at him innocently.
"You're not gonna regret it Kit – I promise!" he took her hand again.
"Alright Pietro - but this is your only chance." She poked a finger at him.
He squeezed her hand tightly and pulled her in the opposite direction. "Come on, this way."
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A/N: Well how was it? Please don't say it sucked. Because if it did then be very sorry for me - I've lost it! So please Review, review, review.