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Todd stood shaking in fear as he saw the cop car turn off and a huge man step out. This guy's gotta be at least ten feet tall. Holy shit, what did I do this time?

"Who's this weasely little punk, Leala?"

"Just a friend, Father." She said as she picked up two bags of grocieries.

That's right, she said her dad was a cop! I better not mess with her, yo.

"Doesn't look smart enough to be in chess," He looked Todd up and down.

Maybe not but I'll steal your wallet before you can blink, "Sure I is, yo, I just started."

"When?" Leala looked back at him, confused.

"Just now, yo, I'll show you who can't make the horse move in an 'L'!"

Leala laughed.

"Don't encourage the mutant, Leala." Her father said. She hung her head and reached for the rest of the grocieries.

Todd glared at the cop, "I'll see ya in the chess club meeting on Monday," And he proceeded to hop of with his pizza back to the Brotherhood house.

No one was there when he got home. They're probly off at the arcade. Oh well, gives me more time to eat.

He read the directions on the back of the box, heated the oven (which did workand stuck in the pizza. He turned on the mini alarm and looked at it in his hands. It was in the shape of a tomato and had bite marks on it from Freddy trying to eat it once.

Looking back at the oven he thought of Leala. Why did she buy that for me? Glad she's gonna give me advice on how to win over Wanda.

The thought of Wanda gave him another sort of idea, and he dashed into his room. Once there, he placed the timer on his dresser and dropped to his knees next to his bed. He searched through the mass of spare parts and dirty clothes until he found an old shoe box. Digging through its contents, he pulled out a roll of condoms and took two, then placed the box back under his bed. He then lifted his matress and grabbed one of many dirty magazines he stole from Lance.

He locked his door.

Throwing everything off his bed, he sat down and opened the magazine. Many cut-out pictures of Wanda's face were plastered to the playboy's bodies. It was obvious that many hours were put into making this special album, most of which was probably spent in secretly snapping pictures of the Scarlet Witch. He pulled down his pants and slowly began to stroke himself. Very deliberatly, he pumped up and down, all the while flipping through the magazine and looking at Wanda's face on clean, beautiful lace clad bodies. Before his climax he stopped himself and took a deep breath.

He took both his pillows and placed them on top of each other. Opening one condom and rolling it out, he placed it in between the pillows. He took the other one and put it on his elongated member. He positioned the magazine on the top of the pillow and started thrusting into the first condom, which felt much better than just touching himself. He imagined that he was actually having sex with Wanda. He closed his eyes, still thrusting. He imagined what she smelled like; roses; what her brests felt like; soft and good; her legs; smooth yet firm. He bit the pillow to stop himself from screaming, more out of habit, as he shot into the condom. He lay down on top of the pillows, face falling into the magazine full of Wanda's photos.

The timer went off.

He burried the used condoms deep in his trash can and replaced the magazine before wobbling downstairs. Pins and needles stuck into his legs..

He took out the pizza with his shirt covering his hands because he couldn't find oven mits.

"Ouch. I guess we ain't used to usin' the oven," He took a sniff of the pizza that was now laying on the counter, "Mmm, but it's so worth it, yo. That Leala ain't half bad." You're just saying that coz her dad's a cop. "Why would she buy me a pizza? For all I know she ain't supposed to be spending the extra money she has." Ok, so you're gonna start secretly taking pictures of her too? "I'm gonna cut this pizza now." He found a knife, but when he tried to cut it the cheese stuck to the knife. He decided to let it cool.

With the scent of peperoni and sausage now floating through the kitchen he opened the fridge. Shoulda asked for some soda too. Damn. He took out the milk, took off the cap, and stuck in his nose and took a good wiff, then chocked. He put the milk back.

15 minutes later he tried to cut the pizza again, this time with success. Just as he finished the rest of the Brotherhood came in.

"We have soda!" Freddy announced as he came through the door with a garbage bag full of soda cans, "We hijacked them from the vending machine at the mall!"

"Mm, what smells good in here?" Lance asked.

"That newbie you guys saw me at the store bought us a pizza."

"Why'd she do that?" Pietro asked.

"I dunno. I guess she's just a bleedin' heart, yo."

"Alright, let's dig in!" Pietro shouted as he raced over to the pizza.

"Where's Wanda, yo?"

"She's probly at the bookstore with Tabby looking at 'romantic' novels." Pietro said.

Lance spoke up, "Romantic novels? Maybe I should get one for Kitty."

Pietro rolled his eyes, "Haven't youu gotten that kitty stuck in the tree yet?"

Lance glared at him, "Shut up Maximoff it's not like that with her."

"You're just tryin' to justifoih yourself, mate" John said, stretching himself out on the couch with his pizza.

Freddy noticed the tired look in Todd's eyes as he leaned on the counter, "Hey, you look like you just ran from the X-Men."

"What?"

"No, that's not it," Pietro said, "He looks like he's been humping Wanda's laundry again. Stay away from my sister and her laundry." He picked up a soda can and threw it at him.

Todd ducked and the can hit the wall before exploding. "I didn't touch her laundry, I swear, yo."

"Lets see if there's anything on t.v." Lance said, sitting down.

"There's nothing good on. We need to steal some cable." Pietro said.

"Hey, look, boobs!" John yelled out.