A/N: It's a miacle! I have a chapter posted. REVIEW!!! (maybe I'll get these up faster if I know it's being read). I would like to thank L'ange-sans-ailles for this chapter, for without his help this chapter would not be nearly as funny or as long.

Fools in Love

"Is the coast clear?" Lance whispered at the back door of the boarding house. Pietro sped through the house and was back in ten seconds.

"All clear, unless you count Wanda," The speed-demon reported.

"I told you the cops wouldn't set up a sting to catch us. Was there ever any doubt?" Lance asked.

"Yes," All the other boys chimed as they made their way through the door and into the kitchen.

Wanda walked in and looked at Pietro, "The cops took your vodka."

"Damn," he said, hanging his head.

"They didn't take my porn, did they?" Lance asked, very worried.

"No, they didn't have enough room or a fork lift."

"That was close," Lance sighed.

"What about the weed?" John asked.

"No," Wanda said, "And I don't blame them. I don't think anyone short of the Wolverine could survive the mess that is your room."

"Thank Thor!" He threw his hands up in the air.

There was a knock at the door. Everyone looked at Wanda. She rolled her eyes, "I don't think so."

"Toad, you get it," Pietro said.

"Hey, why me, yo?"

"Lance!" Pietro whined.

"Toad get the door!" Lance said.

"Ok, ok, I'll get it," The pale green mutant trudged to the door. As soon as he opened it a giant hand grabbed him by the throat, pulled him out onto the pourch, and pinned him against the side of the house. It was Leala's father.

"Listen here you little punk. I was in the raid on this house," he roared, "If I find you or any of your misfit friends anywhere near my daughter again I will personally beat you unrecognizable then see to it that you stay behind bars for the rest of your pathetic little existance. Do you understand me?"

"Yes sir!" Todd managed to choke out. The muscular man let go of his throat but kept him pinned to the wall by holding his shirt with one hand.

"Deven Mckale Walkman. Remember that name. Respect it. Fear it." He wagged the index finger of his free hand in Todd's face as he said this. Then the monumental man let go of Todd. He fell in a heap while the cop non-chalantly walked off the porch, got into his car, and drove off. Todd managed to crawl back inside the house, choking from the lack of air and from fright. Somehow I don't think cops are s'posed ta do that, he thought.

Wanda walked out to see what was going on and found Todd sitting in the hallway gasping for air, "What, get your tongue stuck in the bug zapper again?" He didn't respond, instead he pushed himself to stand up against the wall, "Who was it?"

"Wrong number," he gasped.

"Must have been, no one comes by here on purpose," She walked off. As soon as she was out of sight Todd crawled upstairs.

When he was safely behind the locked door of his room he collapsed on the bed and started shaking. After a few moments he calmed himself down enough to sit up. He reached under his bed and pulled out a tattered notebook. I should really find a better hidin' place for this, yo, he thought as he searched for a pen. After finding one, he began to write.

"Pietro, I've been thinking," Lance said at the kitchen table. The rest of the boys were in the kitchen.

"Don't hurt yourself," Pietro responded.

"I want to do something to try and win Kitty over," Lance said.

"How?"

"I don't know, what do girls like?"

"What, do I look like a girl?"

"Well," Wanda said, "You're pretty like a girl, you cry like a girl, and you pee like a girl."

"Hey, that was a temporary medical condition," Pietro retorted.

"How about a seranade?" Freddy suggested.

"A seranade?" Lance asked, "Those don't actually work, do they?"

"It worked for Pietro and Kirstie the cheerleader," Freddy said.

"Yeah," Pietro said, "Until she found out I also seranaded Lisa the drama club girl."

The next day after the school bell rang to end the day, and Kitty was walking down the hall. She noticed Pietro standing against a locker cleaning his fingernails.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" She asked him.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" He copied.

"You're so pathetic," She said, flicking her hand at him as she started to walk away.

"Hey, at least I'm not going to seranade you," He quickly covered his mouth, realizing he gave away Lance's secret.

"What?" She asked, her eyes growing wide.

"Uh, nothing. Gotta go," He sped off. Kitty stood there for a moment, realizing that she was going to be seranaded. She squealled and raced to the spot where she was meeting Amara.

"Guess what!"

"No!" Lance shouted.

"I'm tryin' ta do the best I can, yo!" Todd whined.

"That's the third string you've broken. Maybe I should have taught you drums instead."

"I don't know how to play those either, Lance. How th' hell do you expect me ta learn all these things."

"It's a bass guitar, it's not that hard. You just play those notes I gave you."

"But I only gots one string left, yo."

Lance groaned, "Nevermind. This was a disaster from the start! I guess I'll have to think up another plan. Maybe Pietro could think of something. Where is he?" As if on cue, Pietro walked into the house, "You know for having super speed you sure did take your sweet ass time getting here."

Shifting his eyes and thinking about what he said to Kitty, Pietro said nothing. Instead he zipped up to his room.

"What's his problem, yo?" Todd asked.

"Shut up, Toad," Lance yelled.

"Fine! I'll be in my room if anyone needs me, yo," He grumbled, walking away.

Lance had drivin everyone out of the room except Wanda.

"Hey Wanda, you're a woman," He mentioned.

"Last time I checked," She responded.

"What do you think I should do about Kitty?"

"What do I look like, a woman?" She looked down at her boobs, "Damnit!"

"Well?"

"How about you just try being yourself?" She suggested.

"I guess thats a good idea. You know, you're pretty deep," Lance mentioned.

"Well, a girl can't rely on her boobs her whole life. Want to watch a movie? It might give you an idea."

"Since when do you watch chick flicks?"

"Do you want my help or do you want to wear your ass like a hat?"

"I choose the one that has nothing to do with my ass."

In the meantime Todd was on the floor of his room bent over a heating duct. Through the vents the boys could hear anything that was going on in another room. Normally there wasn't anything worth hearing in the Brotherhood house, but once in a while when Todd heard Wanda's voice he pulled the cover off to listen.

"She don't like me by myself," He muttered to himself sadly, "Stupid Lance. Why does she talk to him and not to me?"

He tore himself away from the heating vent and got out his notepad again. It was a cheap, flimsy green notebook. Crudly drawn on the cover was Wanda's shapely figure. As he flipped through the pages he was reminded of how much he needed this tattered notebook. It was his place he could go to get away. He had writings on the events in his life, mostly incoherent rambling about what was wrong and why he didn't need anyone else-which was ironic because everything else in the notebook was about Wanda. There were rough drawings of Wanda and him together, although these rudementary scratchings could prove that he was no artist. And of course there were poems adressed either to her or about her. What it mostly contained were fictitious writings of what his life would be like with Wanda.

He opened it to a blank page and started writing, this time engrossed in one of his neurotic trailing lists about what whas wrong with his life.