Pietro
sat in the janitor’s closet, smoking a cigarette. He had skipped class, and not
wanting to go home or anywhere else, he came here. For some reason, he was on
edge. The cigarettes helped calm him down. The reason, he thought, he was on
edge was because he had seen him before class. In the hall. Every time Pietro
saw him, ever since he found out that he loved him, it put him on the edge.
Made him nervous, distracted. It scared the hell out of him.
He took one last drag and put the cigarette out. He started to pull out another
when the door opened. Pietro was off in a corner, not visible to whoever was
coming in. And of this, he was glad. ‘Cause who should it be that was pushed
inside? Him. Evan. Pietro drew in sharp breaths. He saw someone push Evan in,
saw him fall to the ground, then saw a hand grab the doorknob and pull the door
shut. Then he heard a click. Someone had locked the door. Shit. Pietro thought.
“Damn you! Open this fucking door! Open it!” Evan stood up and pounded on the
door. A laugh came from the other side. Evan continued to bang on the door, but
the sounds of footsteps leaving made him stop. “God damn it!”
Pietro pulled out another cigarette and his lighter. He clicked it on and lit
the cigarette. Evan heard this and whirled around. “Who’s there?”
“Just me Daniels.” Pietro said. He was extremely nervous. He knew it sounded in
his voice. He looked at his hand, and saw it shaking. Dammit.
“Oh great. It’s bad enough I get locked in here, now I’m locked in here with
you! Christ.” Evan said, peering around til he spotted Pietro shaking in the
corner. “Jeez, what’s up with you? You’re shaking like your freezing or
something.”
“I... I ain’t cold. Just... Just... something. Heh heh,
want a light? I got... a few more.” Pietro stuttered out. Evan looked at him
with a strange look on his face.
“You high or somethin’? You
act like you’re a crackhead.”
“No... No crack... Just these. You want one?”
“What the hell. Help pass the time.” Evan took the cigarette Pietro offered.
Pietro lit it for him. He took a drag and sighed. “Ain’t
had one of these in a while.”
“Xavier keeps you on a short leash, eh?” His speech was getting better, and he
had almost stopped shaking. Being so near him, so near his rival, so near to who he loved, it was almost driving him insane.
“Yeah, really. So what are you doin’
in here?” It was strange for Evan, being so nice to Pietro. The boy had really
thrown him for a loop, literally. Damn he’s
so fine. Did I just think that? Holy fuck. I did. And God
help me, it’s true. He is fucking fine.
“Came here to hide. To get away.
Didn’t want to go home, didn’t want to go no where. So I came here.” Pietro
took one long drag, and the cigarette was gone. He trashed the filter. He
started to take another one, then decided against it. Gotta save the rest for later.
“I hear ya. When you live with all others, like I do,
all you want to do is get away. But that’s not why I’m here. Duncan and jackass
friends put me in here. He’s pissed Jean won’t go out with him, so he takes it
out on the first one of us he sees, which unfortunately was me. Fucking bastard.” Evan finishes his cigarette and throws it
on the floor. He stomps it out, then sits down beside Pietro.
“So.... Guess we’re gonna be in here a while, huh?” Pietro says, not able to
look him in the eye.
“Yeah, I guess. Well, I could send out a message to Jean.”
“Yeah, you could.” Pietro took a quick glance at Evan then turned away. He
pulled his knees up to his chest.
“Nah, I won’t. I get out of class, and besides, if she finds out
“I’m comforted.” Pietro muttered. He’s
such an asshole. Hmm... But such a beautiful
asshole....
“Hey man, I didn’t mean it like that. Well, at least I don’t think I did. No, I
didn’t. To tell ya the truth, I don’t hate ya. I... I... nevermind.”
Evan didn’t know what he was about to say. Or if he should
say it.
“You.. You.. what?” Pietro said, grinning. If only. If only. What the hell, should I go for it? Yeah. Yeah I will.
God I gotta be fucking stupid. “What? You love me?” Jesus, I said it. Evan looked up at him, then away.
“Yeah man. I think I do.” Shit, did I say
that? Hell, I did! Oh fuck, he’s gonna know I’m gay. Wait, he said it? Does
that mean? Does it really me-- His thought were cut off by Pietro’s mouth
on his. He returned the kiss, tasting as much as he could of Pietro’s mouth.
This continued for a few minutes, until they finally broke from each other.
“Holy shit.” Pietro said, laughing. “Damn.”
“You said it. But, what does this mean?”
“Does it have to mean anything?” Pietro countered. “’Cause all it means to me
is that I’m in love.”
“Yeah, me too. What will the others think? The X-Men, and the Brotherhood?”
“Who gives a shit about what they think? We’re the only two people who matter
in this.”
“I always knew you were smart, but dammit, I didn’t think you knew about things
like this.” Evan stared at him. “Here’s another question. Where
do we go from here?”
“Where ever the road make take us.” Pietro stroked Evan’s cheek. “And it
doesn’t matter, as long as we’re together.”
“Yeah. We’ll always be together. Forever.” Evan
replied. They kissed again.
“Maybe you should call Jean. I’ll hide in the corner, so she won’t see me, if
you want me to. Maybe it would be for the best, at first. Til things calm down some.”
Pietro told him.
“Hmm. You’re right. But only for a
little while. You better hide. I’ll call Jean.” Evan reluctantly got up
while Pietro shrank back into the corner as far as he could. A few minutes
later, the door unlocked. With a quick side glance back at the figure in the
corner, Evan left.
Hmm... Lance is right. You find love in the
strangest places, with the strangest people. Pietro smiled and took out
another cigarette. He lit it, took a drag, looked at it, then pitched it to the
floor and stomped it out. Won’t need that
shit no more. He got up from the corner and walked out the now unlocked
door. Yeah. He won’t need that anymore. ‘Cause now, he had something better. He
had love. And dammit, nobody was gonna take that away from him.