A/N: Ok guys, sorry for the shortness of the chapter and the lack of stuff in it, but I thought I might as well post something before I have an angry mob after me. I'd say I'll have more up soon, but I highly doubt it.

Todd looked around his neat and tidy room and smiled. He looked over at Wanda lovingly dusting in a form-fitting French maid's outfit.

"Hey sweet cheeks." He walked up behind her and pulled her to him. "Wanna see why they call me the Toad?" He flicked his tongue. He leaned in to kiss her and closed his eyes. After what Todd thought was the greatest five seconds of his life, he pulled back and opened his eyes to find Pietro in heavy make up and the French maid's outfit.

"Tell me, dear," Pietro asked, "Does this apron make my ass look fat?"

Todd started to back up and pointed at Pietro, "Hey, you stay the fuck outta my dreams, yo. Bring Wanda back."

"Hey big boy what's wrong?" Pietro asked.

With a loud thud Todd fell out of bed screaming. I am not a queer, he thought. He could then hear lance pound on the wall, "Hey, quit whackin' off in there, people are trying to sleep."

He heard Freddy in the next room, "Shut up!"

"Why don't you shut up?" Pietro yelled.

"All of you shut up!" Wanda screamed.

"Don't make me turn this car around!" Pyro yelled.

Todd shook his head and climbed back into his bed while his roommates kept arguing.

"Nice day out, huh?" Scott asked to no one in particular.

"Ja," Kurt said before doing a cannonball into the pool.

"Sure would suck if the Brotherhood showed up, though," Kitty said.

"Only if they let Pyro join up," Jean said putting on some sunblock.

"Hey Logan," Kitty yelled to the Canadian bar-b queing hot dogs and burgers over open coals, "Nice apron!"

He turned to her, showing an apron that read 'kiss the cook and die' with a picture of a bloody axe, "Thanks, half-pint."

"Hey, Jean," Scott said, "Why'd you go back to the high school the other day?"

"I just thought it would be nice to visit a few of my lower classmen friends and see how the team was doing."

"Ok, here's the plan; grab everything and run like hell." Lance said

The Brotherhood was crouching behind a bush at the X-Men estate.

"Should I really be doing this?" Todd asked himself.

"What's that little buddy?" Freddy asked.

"Mm, I think I smell burgers, yo."

"Alright team, lets move out." Lance said.

"Hey, where's my sun block?" Jean asked.

"I dunno," Kitty said, "Hey, like, my towel's missing too!"

"We got a problem, Chuck," Logan said, "Burgers and dogs keep dissapearing when I turn my back."

"It's probably just hungry children..."

"Hey, where's our burgers? I'm starving," Bobby yelled, "What's it take to get some food around here?" A number of other students yelled out in agreement.

"I'll see what's happening." But before he could scan the area a large flame came shooting out of the grill, burning off part of Logan's face.

"That was a great distraction, John!" Freddy commented back at the Brotherhood boarding house.

"I know, huh."

"But Logan's probably gonna be coming after you when he re-grow's his face," Pietro said.

"We don't have to worry about that, mates, he won't know it was us!"

"Sure," Todd said, rolling his eyes. Just then Wanda walked in.

"Ok, what did you losers do this time? I just heard Logan's motercycle and a police car."

"Oh shit!" Pietro said, "Ok, who's up for a little camping trip?"

"What about sleeping bags, and food?"

"We just got a bunch of hot dogs. Plus it wouldn't be the first time we camped in the woods for a few nights with nothing but the clothes on our backs." Lance said.

"Hey sis wanna come?"

"No thanks. It'd be nice to have some peace and quiet for a while."

Todd lied on a small pile of compacted leaves and moss. It didn't relieve his back from the cold hard ground underneath him. He was on his back, looking through the pine needles at the star lit sky. His thoughts drifted from his snoring compatriots, briefly drifting to the goodness of a breakfast burrito, finally landing on the greatest fascination of teenage boys; boobs. Ahh the jiggly goodness, he thought. His thoughts were interrupted with one of his friends sleep talking.

"Of course I don't mind if your mom joins us Christy," Pietro snored.

Then John sat straight up. Groggily getting up, the fire maniac staggered over to what seemed like a pile of dirt and pulled down his zipper. Looking down after he finished, he said "Damn, those ants look pissed."

Todd laughed to himself as his friend lied back down and was glad that he was with his makeshift family, even under the strange and forced circumstances.