Surprises
Pietro Maximoff sat in a ratty armchair in the living room of the Brotherhood Boarding House. He was observing fellow BoM member Lance Alvers and his girlfriend of 6 months, Kitty Pryde. Ever since Kitty and Lance had gotten back together after defeating Apocalypse, they had become inseparable. As a result, Pietro, Toad, and Freddy had come to know Kitty pretty well. The boys loved teasing her, and she teased them right back. Pietro smiled to himself. How he enjoyed their argumentative banter. He had been surprised when he first discovered just how opinionated Kitty was. And boy did that girl stick to her guns. As hard as he tried, he could never get her to back down. It had become a challenge that he looked forward to each day. In fact, he was starting to consider Kitty a good friend. She was kind of like a sister to him.
Snapping out of his reverie, he glanced at Kitty and Lance again. They had apparently abandoned the movie they had been watching in favor of something a little more..personal. Smirking, Pietro called out to them.
"And just how long are you two planning to suck face? Oh my virgin eyes!" he exclaimed dramatically.
Lance flipped Pietro off over Kitty's shoulder. Kitty giggled, forgetting that her mouth was still attached to Lance's.
"Please Pietro," she shot back. "Virgin is NOT a word I would use to describe any part of you."
Pietro smirked again. "Well, what can I say Pryde? It's not my fault that women find me completely irresistible. Not that I'm complaining."
Kitty rolled her eyes. "Oh yes, you're legendary. You should see how many times your name is written on the walls in the girls bathroom at school."
"Really?" said Pietro with interest.
"Yes really. You've been voted hottest boy in school for the third consecutive year. And there's all sorts of comments about your...physique."
He looked delighted. Lance, however, rolled his eyes. "You girls vote on the hottest guy in school on the bathroom walls?"
Kitty laughed. "Yes. It's a girl thing. But if it makes you feel any better, you came in fourth. A lot of girls dig that whole 'bad boy' rebel thing you've got going on."
It was Lance's turn to look delighted. "Fourth, huh? Not bad, not bad at all."
"Gag me, " said Pietro. "Who would vote for you instead of me?!"
"I would," said Kitty affectionately. She began to run her fingers through Lance's hair. Lance smirked at Pietro, and mouthed the word 'see?'
"Yeah okay," conceded Pietro. "I'm gonna go for a run. You two have fun making out." And with that, he sped out of the room.
Lance grinned at Kitty. "Well, now that he's gone, how about we take the suggestion?"
"Boys," she said with mock disapproval. "Such one track minds."
Lance pretended to look injured. "That hurts Kit. I'm a sensitive guy ya know."
"Oh stop it," she said, smacking him playfully on the arm. "You know, you can't just give me the puppy dog eyes every time you want to make out."
"Why would I stop doing something that works?" asked Lance, before he kissed her.
**********************The Next Day at School******************************
Kitty was sitting outside on the grass during lunchtime. Pietro snuck up behind her and put hands over her eyes.
"Guess who," he commanded.
"Hi Pietro," replied Kitty cheerfully. "I'd recognize your cologne anywhere."
He smirked. She had walked right into this one. "Oh really? And why is that? Have you been sneaking into my room and stealing samples or something? Want to be able to smell me in the privacy of your own home?"
Kitty squeaked indignantly. "Don't flatter yourself. You left a bottle in the bathroom and Lance told me that it was yours. I'll probably regret saying this, but I like it. It smells nice. Not like that awful Drakkar Noir stuff that Lance wears." She smiled up at him.
Pietro sat down next to her, grinning from ear to ear. "So you're saying that I smell better than Lance? You're boyfriend?"
"Yeah yeah yeah. Just don't let it go to your head. Your ego is already big enough."
Pietro leaned back against a tree, satisfied with her answer. He noticed a leggy blonde walking by. "Now that's what I'm talking about," he said appreciatively.
Kitty glanced up from her sandwich. "Her?" she said with obvious distaste.
"Yeah!" replied Pietro eagerly. "She is hot! Get a load of those legs! Not to mention the fact that she is totally stack-"He stopped abruptly, having suddenly remembered that he was talking to Kitty, not Lance. "Um, what I meant was that.."
"She's stacked?" asked Kitty sweetly.
Pietro colored slightly. "Uh, yeah." He shrugged apologetically.
Kitty waved him off. "Oh, you don't have to feel bad. It's not entirely your fault that the male sex is pathetically driven by shallow, vapid ideals of women. You can't even help it, really. It's just that you're not as mature or intelligent as women are." She patted him on the shoulder sympathetically.
He stared at her incredulously. "Where did you get that from?"
Kitty held up her copy of The Feminine Mystique. Pietro snorted. "What kind of book is that?"
"Well, it's a true explanation of women. Our thought processes, feelings, attitudes, etc. And, it's actually true. Completely unlike the kinds of thing that boys read about women in crap magazines like 'Playboy.'"
"Hey!" protested Pietro. "Playboy happens to be an excellent publication. And what's this about women being more intelligent than men?!"
Kitty rolled her eyes. "Playboy exploits women. It shows them in completely unrealistic ways. Do you honestly think that you are going to find a women with boobs that big and a waist that small? It's all airbrushed. Oh, and here's another clue. We don't really dress like that."
Pietro smirked at her. "Maybe you don't dress like that Pryde, but I bet that Blondie over there does."
"Typical male," Kitty shot back. "Only interested in looks. Not even a thought to intelligence, personality, or good conversation."
Pietro was still staring and the blonde. "Who needs personality with a body like that!"
Kitty sighed in disgust. "As much as I would love to stay here and continue this oh so enthralling conversation, I think I'd better excuse myself before I vomit."
She picked up her things and stalked off. 'Hmm,' thought Pietro. 'Wonder what's gotten into her?' A few seconds later, however, he was once again riveted by the blonde girl.
***********************At the Mansion, After School*************************
Kitty was sitting on her bed, thinking about her earlier conversation with Pietro. He had confirmed her worst fears, that all boys cared about were looks. She was taking a new class on gender equality and the differences between women and men at school. If Pietro thought like that, then maybe Lance did too. She'd die if he was only dating her because he thought she was cute.
But she had to admit, Lance's physical appearance played a big part in their relationship. 'I suppose it's that way with every couple,' she mused. 'Especially at this age.' Maybe she was taking things a little too far. Pietro and Lance were both intelligent guys, and they were definitely both cute. 'It's just a teenage boy thing,' she told herself. 'They'll grow up eventually.'
Having reassured herself, Kitty took out her homework. "Oh great," she muttered. "50 math problems to do. Fun fun fun."
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Well, what did you guys think? It's a lot happier than Erev Shel Shoshanim, yes? I'm going for a lighter, more humorous vibe with this story. Please please please REVIEW and let me know how I'm doing.
Hope you enjoy reading it,
~Druid-Priestess~
Pietro Maximoff sat in a ratty armchair in the living room of the Brotherhood Boarding House. He was observing fellow BoM member Lance Alvers and his girlfriend of 6 months, Kitty Pryde. Ever since Kitty and Lance had gotten back together after defeating Apocalypse, they had become inseparable. As a result, Pietro, Toad, and Freddy had come to know Kitty pretty well. The boys loved teasing her, and she teased them right back. Pietro smiled to himself. How he enjoyed their argumentative banter. He had been surprised when he first discovered just how opinionated Kitty was. And boy did that girl stick to her guns. As hard as he tried, he could never get her to back down. It had become a challenge that he looked forward to each day. In fact, he was starting to consider Kitty a good friend. She was kind of like a sister to him.
Snapping out of his reverie, he glanced at Kitty and Lance again. They had apparently abandoned the movie they had been watching in favor of something a little more..personal. Smirking, Pietro called out to them.
"And just how long are you two planning to suck face? Oh my virgin eyes!" he exclaimed dramatically.
Lance flipped Pietro off over Kitty's shoulder. Kitty giggled, forgetting that her mouth was still attached to Lance's.
"Please Pietro," she shot back. "Virgin is NOT a word I would use to describe any part of you."
Pietro smirked again. "Well, what can I say Pryde? It's not my fault that women find me completely irresistible. Not that I'm complaining."
Kitty rolled her eyes. "Oh yes, you're legendary. You should see how many times your name is written on the walls in the girls bathroom at school."
"Really?" said Pietro with interest.
"Yes really. You've been voted hottest boy in school for the third consecutive year. And there's all sorts of comments about your...physique."
He looked delighted. Lance, however, rolled his eyes. "You girls vote on the hottest guy in school on the bathroom walls?"
Kitty laughed. "Yes. It's a girl thing. But if it makes you feel any better, you came in fourth. A lot of girls dig that whole 'bad boy' rebel thing you've got going on."
It was Lance's turn to look delighted. "Fourth, huh? Not bad, not bad at all."
"Gag me, " said Pietro. "Who would vote for you instead of me?!"
"I would," said Kitty affectionately. She began to run her fingers through Lance's hair. Lance smirked at Pietro, and mouthed the word 'see?'
"Yeah okay," conceded Pietro. "I'm gonna go for a run. You two have fun making out." And with that, he sped out of the room.
Lance grinned at Kitty. "Well, now that he's gone, how about we take the suggestion?"
"Boys," she said with mock disapproval. "Such one track minds."
Lance pretended to look injured. "That hurts Kit. I'm a sensitive guy ya know."
"Oh stop it," she said, smacking him playfully on the arm. "You know, you can't just give me the puppy dog eyes every time you want to make out."
"Why would I stop doing something that works?" asked Lance, before he kissed her.
**********************The Next Day at School******************************
Kitty was sitting outside on the grass during lunchtime. Pietro snuck up behind her and put hands over her eyes.
"Guess who," he commanded.
"Hi Pietro," replied Kitty cheerfully. "I'd recognize your cologne anywhere."
He smirked. She had walked right into this one. "Oh really? And why is that? Have you been sneaking into my room and stealing samples or something? Want to be able to smell me in the privacy of your own home?"
Kitty squeaked indignantly. "Don't flatter yourself. You left a bottle in the bathroom and Lance told me that it was yours. I'll probably regret saying this, but I like it. It smells nice. Not like that awful Drakkar Noir stuff that Lance wears." She smiled up at him.
Pietro sat down next to her, grinning from ear to ear. "So you're saying that I smell better than Lance? You're boyfriend?"
"Yeah yeah yeah. Just don't let it go to your head. Your ego is already big enough."
Pietro leaned back against a tree, satisfied with her answer. He noticed a leggy blonde walking by. "Now that's what I'm talking about," he said appreciatively.
Kitty glanced up from her sandwich. "Her?" she said with obvious distaste.
"Yeah!" replied Pietro eagerly. "She is hot! Get a load of those legs! Not to mention the fact that she is totally stack-"He stopped abruptly, having suddenly remembered that he was talking to Kitty, not Lance. "Um, what I meant was that.."
"She's stacked?" asked Kitty sweetly.
Pietro colored slightly. "Uh, yeah." He shrugged apologetically.
Kitty waved him off. "Oh, you don't have to feel bad. It's not entirely your fault that the male sex is pathetically driven by shallow, vapid ideals of women. You can't even help it, really. It's just that you're not as mature or intelligent as women are." She patted him on the shoulder sympathetically.
He stared at her incredulously. "Where did you get that from?"
Kitty held up her copy of The Feminine Mystique. Pietro snorted. "What kind of book is that?"
"Well, it's a true explanation of women. Our thought processes, feelings, attitudes, etc. And, it's actually true. Completely unlike the kinds of thing that boys read about women in crap magazines like 'Playboy.'"
"Hey!" protested Pietro. "Playboy happens to be an excellent publication. And what's this about women being more intelligent than men?!"
Kitty rolled her eyes. "Playboy exploits women. It shows them in completely unrealistic ways. Do you honestly think that you are going to find a women with boobs that big and a waist that small? It's all airbrushed. Oh, and here's another clue. We don't really dress like that."
Pietro smirked at her. "Maybe you don't dress like that Pryde, but I bet that Blondie over there does."
"Typical male," Kitty shot back. "Only interested in looks. Not even a thought to intelligence, personality, or good conversation."
Pietro was still staring and the blonde. "Who needs personality with a body like that!"
Kitty sighed in disgust. "As much as I would love to stay here and continue this oh so enthralling conversation, I think I'd better excuse myself before I vomit."
She picked up her things and stalked off. 'Hmm,' thought Pietro. 'Wonder what's gotten into her?' A few seconds later, however, he was once again riveted by the blonde girl.
***********************At the Mansion, After School*************************
Kitty was sitting on her bed, thinking about her earlier conversation with Pietro. He had confirmed her worst fears, that all boys cared about were looks. She was taking a new class on gender equality and the differences between women and men at school. If Pietro thought like that, then maybe Lance did too. She'd die if he was only dating her because he thought she was cute.
But she had to admit, Lance's physical appearance played a big part in their relationship. 'I suppose it's that way with every couple,' she mused. 'Especially at this age.' Maybe she was taking things a little too far. Pietro and Lance were both intelligent guys, and they were definitely both cute. 'It's just a teenage boy thing,' she told herself. 'They'll grow up eventually.'
Having reassured herself, Kitty took out her homework. "Oh great," she muttered. "50 math problems to do. Fun fun fun."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Well, what did you guys think? It's a lot happier than Erev Shel Shoshanim, yes? I'm going for a lighter, more humorous vibe with this story. Please please please REVIEW and let me know how I'm doing.
Hope you enjoy reading it,
~Druid-Priestess~