ONE WEEK UNTIL THE SEASON FINALE OF X-MEN: EVOLUTION.... Holy crap! This thing is over 100,000 words now! OMG! ::faints:: ::bounces back up:: Woo. Self-esteeeeeeem! :D ::head swells like a balloon:: It's getting tough to fit my rhinestone-studded starlet sunglasses onto my inflated head now! (Damn!) Meh. Why is it that whenever I write a chapter I am convinced will bomb out big time, everyone goes nutty for it? Why is that? Am I missing something? >.> Anywho... I'm happy! I finally cajoled some new blood into reviewing! Annnnd I love every single one of you! :D ::hugs:: (Now, my Burger King Pietro toy is leering at me, with his cute, tiny plastic ass... mocking me... argh! XD It is truly a shame that his face kinda looks like the Fonz from "Happy Days"... creeps me out, man. Bleh. But that little plastic ass...! It's just so... so *pokeable*, no? I wanna pinch it! >:D) Note to self: take your goddamned medication, idiot. You're embarrassing us. (This is all, somehow, DarkFire's fault, as she gave me the idea to go grab my adorable little toy and set him up on my desktop. I *would* set up all eight toys (I love eBay!!) buuuut that might get a little crowded. Now, if only I could get those damned CD-ROMs to work and not freeze up my computer... as soon as I get my laptop, I shall play the Pietro disc till it dies! XD Unless they don't work on there either, in which case, I am SOL...) -_- Okaaaaaay -- even *more* people are doing something awfully nice, but are driving me crazy...! WHO is putting me on their favorite authors list?! I MUST KNOW!! I can only figure out like, less than half of the people who have done it, and I feel all bad that some random people out there have me on their lists and I never say anything and they probably feel all bad now and, and... and yeah! TELL MEEEE! ::cries:: Please! (I know I am a horrible person, because I doubt half the people on my own fave lists even know I love them so much... but you should tell me! C'mon, this is Psycho B, here! I don't bite! Hard, anyway...) ^_~ And response to... (don't bother reading unless you've reviewed/read the reviews recently) *Medusa171: Simmer down now! Evan shall get his just rewards, you wait and see. If not now, then in... the sequel! (If I do one, which is entirely debatable at this point.) I knew someone would try to count up the number of times the "F" word was used... you're an overachiever, baby! Be proud! :D Loves! *batE: Hahahaha! I rule *everyone*, baby! Ha HA! I am the mas-- heh heh... that's you. Sorry! My bad! :D Um, why did you not tell me you had a Pietrance...? Hmm? Why have I not *seen* this bit of Heaven? Are you *trying* to drive me crazy? (BTW, I'd better see s'more "Admirer", or *something* at least, very soon...) ::whines:: You promised! ::pouts:: Hmph. Anywho... Evan will not be raped with any random broomsticks, as far as I know, but now that you've planted the idea in my brain... I dunno, man. Mighty tempting. ::smirks:: His realization that he shall never have my Pie IS punishment enough, until I think up something really good, anyhow. >.> Annnnd, one consensual Evietro coming right up! It's actually one that I was gonna use last time, but then "Creepin'" kinda happened and... yeah. Smut-licious! XD Even though it's only, like, partway finished. But! I will work on it diligently, until I work out all the kinks (that sounded bad...). I'm actually thinking that Evan may not be the one to go on May 11, just because of some message board discussions with very good points/ideas. I shall pray for you! :D *Tainisha: You'll go to bed when I say you will, damn it! Obey your goddess! ::coughs:: Anyways, >.> I'm nutty. Your illness kinda gave me the idea from the "feeding" thing -- chicken noodle soup! :D That scene was freaking me out when I was writing it. I was like, "Oh, no! Not my Pie-Pie! I must save him...!" and then I remembered I was the one really doing it to him, and that it was I, not Lanciepoo, who was responsible. ::shrugs:: Then, I was okay with it. I'm deranged like that. O.o You and Toddles have a nice time, now, ya hear? (In bed...? Waitaminute!) XD *DarkFire: No likies the shortie Author's Noties? ::is confused:: I though everyone was all bitching about the length recently? Meh. Mehmehmehmeh. Meh. >.> Don't you get enough of my inane rambling during our little chats? ::smirks:: Of course you do... you're just addicted now. I am addictive. ::smacks self:: "Dream on." "No, *you* dream on!" "No, you--" "Shut up, ya little crack monkeys!" "Aww, do we hafta, ma?" "YES!" (Again, with the medication...) Dude. I have arguments like this all the time! XD Okay, not all the time, but sometimes... most of the time... erm... I sound schizo now, don't I? -_- *quicksilver-daniels: Dude -- your story rocks my world! I totally promote it! :D Except for the implied Scott blurb, but that can be easily forgotten once my boy is doing awfully naughty things to yours... ::evil giggling ensues:: Man, I wish they'd make a cheesy Evo porn cartoon, like they did for Sailor Moon! (Note to self: go check eBay for Evo porn...) Aaaaand now I sound like some major pervert. I only bought that Sailor Moon one cuz I liked the show! It's an, uhh, a collector's item! That's it! Hmph. ::pouts:: No one's buying that, eh? Oh, well! XD Wow -- you mean, Pietro wasn't acting all overdramatic like I though he ::cough::totally::cough:: was? Yay! :D I'm glad that chapter was somewhat realistic, then! That makes me happy! ^_^ *R: I'm sorry to make you uncomfortable, honey. ;_; I honestly wasn't aware how victims of different forms of abuse cope/act out/behave after an incident. I was flying by the seat of my pants (because I'm far too lazy to do research) and to tell ya the truth, I thought I was going totally overboard on it. I mean, Pietro's an erratic little nut, but I didn't think... yeah. But it's all good, if I did it right! :D ::hugs:: Feel happy! ^_^ *Julianna Hawk: Ahh, new blood! ::grins evilly:: (Just kidding!) Welcome, and um, here's chapter 26! (Duh dummy, she like, knew that already...) D'oh! >.O *Asuns: Unfortunately, I write some of the *only* Lance/Pietro stuff out there, and that's a shame! My personal faves/idols/heroes have apparently dropped out of the Evo ring, so damn! No more excellent slash from them! ::pouts:: God, I wish they'd make s'more... ::sigh:: But, anyway! Welcomes! :D *terry: Hmm... I can't decide if "make-up sex" is two or three words, simply because of the hyphenation -- but since all three individual words can and do stand on their own, I think it's three. But then, it could be two because... screw it. Does it really matter? (My AP English teachers are rolling in their graves, and they're not even dead yet!) ^_~ Oooh -- you catch on quickly with the winter/ficcy start thing... it could be done sometime in the near future... ::shifty eyes:: We'll just hafta see... :D (If I am still as obsessed as I am now, I may have a sequel, but if I get bored due to lack of Evo during the summer when there's no new episodes, that could change...) *SailorWade: Leave what where now? ::is confused:: Ohhh, you mean the chapter, dur! O.o Um, welllll, here's the next one, so enjoy! :D (On another note: I AM mean. Just so you know...) >.> Disclaimer: As if! No, really, if you actually believe I own any of this (makes grand sweeping gesture) then I have some prime swamp land down in Florida you may be interested in... No, seriously. I don't own anything. (Duh?) But, I felt the need to throw in a few random song lyrics, although I cannot remember at the moment which boy band is responsible for "Shape Of My Heart"... but whoever it is, it ain't me. There! All disclaimed! :D Update: I think it's the Backstreet Boys. It's sad that I can't even remember, after I went and looked up the lyrics online. Dur. >.O Oh yeah -- it isn't the complete song. Juuuuust bits an' pieces, out of context. Woo. *~*~*~*~*~* Chapter twenty-six: Light My Fire "Lance..." `Oh God, please...' "Yeah?" Pietro bit his lip, trying to force himself to call the other mutant back. He failed. "Never mind." The door closed quickly, the small click of the lock distinct in the silence. Lance shook his head and continued down the hall to his own bedroom. *** `GoddammitWhyDidIDoThatIAmSuchAnIdiot!' Pietro flung himself onto his bed. He studied the falling snow outside from his upside-down position until the blood rushing through his head started to make him sick for real. He rolled over and snatched his pillow, hugging it to his chest self-protectively, drawing his knees up. "Dammit, Lance..." he mumbled into the fluffy object. Naturally, he wasn't aware that Lance was at the wall again, listening. Lance heard the mumbles, but no clear words. Hurrah for his years of blasting rock music beyond the recommended decibel range! The white-haired youth yanked ruthlessly at the belt on his robe and let it drop to the floor. He kicked at it childishly. What would Lance have done had he known Pietro had removed everything beneath that robe in hopeful anticipation before allowing the older mutant into the bedroom to talk? Why was it so hard to pull oneself out from a self-dug hole of angsty depression? Pietro was, in actuality, beginning to come to terms with the fact that he'd been through what he had, and was now wanting to break free of the chains of melancholy he had imprisoned himself in. But he found it more difficult to turn off the emotions than he had originally anticipated. It was as if he'd lost the ability to change at this point. Angst was habit-forming. Hold me now, don't bother If every minute it makes me weaker You can save me from the man that I've become Pietro found it easier, instead, to turn his anger on Lance. `Why aren't you breaking down that door, damn you? If you really cared, you would,' he decided, pulling back the covers and climbing into his empty bed. `No, he cares. He just thinks this is what I want... but not anymore, dammit! Don't wanna be alone here...' Sadness is beautiful Loneliness is tragical So help me I can't win this war Heaving himself off the bed, he grabbed the discarded robe and tugged the belt tightly around his waist. `I'll show you, angst!' Pietro paused at his locked door, hesitating for a time before turning the small brass dial with his fingertips and unlocking it. In a moment of cowardice, he considered stopping there, to see if Lance would try the door again on his own... but decided with a firm `No!' that he would continue. `Why is making the first, er, sort-of first move so hard?' Touch me now, don't bother If every second it makes me weaker You can save me from the man that I've become Pietro hesitated again at Lance's door. It was only partially closed. A sliver of light shined through the crack. Pietro was about to lose his nerve completely and retreat when the door opened; a tired, messy-haired Lance materializing in place of it. He looked more surprised than Pietro at the unexpected apparition. "Um, I just, uh, I..." And now, Pietro could not seem to form sensible words. Lovely. Lance didn't need to hear it right then. Explanations, if and when Pietro felt he could give them, could come later. Lance guided his arm around the younger boy's back and ushered him inside, leaving the door open just a crack to make Pietro feel more at ease. Silently, he lead Pietro to his bed. "Shh, it's all up to you," he soothed, and saw Pietro relax, just a little. Enough to get on the bed, at least. The pair settled into a position more conventionally resembling comfort; Lance on his back, and Pietro resting to the side, his head on Lance's shoulder. A pale hand wandered up to lazily trace a simple, repetitive pattern over the cloth of the brunette mutant's shirt. Lance smiled to see the design. Spoken, just not in so many words. Now let me show you the shape of my heart... *** Todd saw the door open a crack and naturally assumed he was welcome to barge right into Lance's bedroom without knocking or even giving any sort of minimal warning. He stopped short at the sight -- Pietro (finally) with Lance, curled together on the bed, the slender mutant's head nestled in the curve of Lance's shoulder. One of Pietro's thighs was settled between Lance's, his ankle curved around the latter's own, and one white, long-fingered hand was clutching a fistful of t-shirt fabric in a death grip, even in slumber. Todd swallowed back any and all invading thoughts that seemed to coo girlishly "Aww! That's just the cutest, sweetest thing ever and--" Todd shook his head. Lance looked up, raising one finger and placing it against his lips to imply that Todd should be quiet, lest he wake Pietro, who was sleeping more soundly than he had for weeks. Ignoring his better judgment, Todd ventured further into the room. He suddenly felt the urge to cuddle up on the other side of Lance; to be held in such a loving, protective way he'd never before experienced, at least to his knowledge. But he didn't. Instead, he whispered a question: "Hey, yo, d'you want me to start dinner?" Lance looked unsure for a moment, then glanced at the clock. "Sure... and make enough for four? I think Pietro just may decide to join us tonight." Todd grinned. "Sure, yo." He abandoned his fleeting ideas of snuggling up with the two older mutants and hopped out of Lance's room, closing the door almost all the way behind him. Lance smiled at the perfection he was currently experiencing. But alas, all good things must eventually end. Dinner awaits. Shifting slightly to reach the top drawer of his night stand, Lance pulled out a package that crinkled promisingly, and saw the white-haired boy begin to stir. Taking one small, round item from the container, he waved it under Pietro's nose, the sweet, distinct scent wafting enticingly to his brain. Lance nearly lost a finger. "Cookie!" Pietro squealed, awake instantly and grabbing for the Oreo. He nibbled it furiously. The squirrel returns. "I see you enjoyed that," Lance said with amusement, as Pietro snatched for the rest of the bag without hesitation. Lance held it out of his reach. "If you eat dinner with us, I'll give you more," he pledged, taking a couple more out of the bag and giving them to the speed demon, who gobbled them greedily. "'Kay!" Pietro agreed, eyeing the rest of the bag hungrily. As if on cue, his stomach growled loudly. Lance smiled. "Guess you're hungry." "I guess I am," Pietro admitted, eyes still locked on the bag of Oreos. Lance relented and handed over one more cookie, which was immediately stuffed into a waiting mouth. Looking somewhat undecided, Pietro leaned over Lance, propped up on his hands, and slowly leaned in for a small kiss. The very first. Lance allowed Pietro to break it when he wanted; it was still his game, and his rules. But it was Pietro himself who initiated the next bit of contact, and Lance responded to the smaller boy's advances eagerly, the naturally sweet taste of Pietro combined with the chocolatey, saccharine perfection of Oreos dancing on his tongue. *** Todd wasn't sure if he should tell the two he'd managed to finish making dinner by himself, and that it was ready and waiting downstairs. He figured the two needed this make-up time, and dinner could wait. He crept quietly back out of the room, again swinging the door shut almost all the way. On to the wonderful, masterful supper consisting of... *** "Mmm," Pietro moaned, breaking the kiss reluctantly. Lance looked worried for a moment, but upon seeing that Pietro was fine, he relaxed again. "I think your dinner's ready," Pietro informed his boyfriend, twirling a lock of Lance's chestnut mane between his fingers. "Todd was just here." Lance was mildly surprised, Given how distracted he'd just been, after three weeks of nothingness, then all of a sudden *Pietro!*, he wasn't training his mind on anything else. But he had missed Todd completely. "He was here?" "Mm-hmm," Pietro confirmed, resting cozily on Lance's chest. He raised his head suddenly. "Do you smell that?" Pietro had no sooner asked before they both heard the dreadful, anguished wails of a frightened toad reverberating through the house. The two looked at each other for a moment, then Pietro was off. A split second later: "LaaaAAAAaance! FIRE! The kitchen's on fire!" Pietro's terrified squeals brought Lance leaping down the steps, practically vaulting over the banister and, seeing the flames engulfing the cabinet above the stove, quickly into the garage to grab the fire extinguisher, which hopefully still worked. Freddy was still seated at the kitchen table, seemingly in shock -- his mouth opened and closed soundlessly; much akin to that of a dying fish. Todd had moved far, far away from the burning unpleasantness formerly known as the cabinet above the stove, and had taken up new residence hiding behind Freddy while screaming at the top of his lungs, jumping from foot to foot and shrieking erratically. Lance sprayed the carbon dioxide onto the flames searing the wooden fixture mercilessly until the inferno appeared sufficiently smothered, the entire section of the room becoming a white foamy mess. For several moments, no one said anything. Then, Pietro began snickering sadistically. It was good to hear the boy laugh again, even if it was under such, erm, interesting circumstances. Lance was still peeved that his Pietro time had been cut short. "Todd! What the Hell was that? What were you making, anyway?" Lance demanded, tossing the used extinguisher into the foamy mess in aggravation. "J-just s-some hot dogs and ramen noodles, yo... I didn't know they could burn!" Todd defended staunchly, puffing out his chest defiantly from his spot crouched behind Fred. Lance groaned. "I guess we're going out," Lance announced, which brought a small gasp and a frantic head-shaking from Pietro. "No," he whispered to Lance, blue eyes pleading. "But there's nothing here," Lance protested weakly, already won over by the imploring look of his lover. "We can have..." Pietro started, jetting over to the pantry. "Um... spaghettios!" he exclaimed, snagging a few cans and dumping them on the counter by the microwave. "They go in the microwave, too!" he reminded, emphasizing his point by opening the first can with his electric can opener before Lance could object. He dumped the contents into a clean bowl from the dishwasher and popped it into the relatively new appliance. While he waited, Pietro casually meandered (well, "meandered" for Pietro, anyway) and "casually" kicked the refrigerator several times in fast-motion, creating a good-sized dent in the side. He then strolled back over to the microwave to continue the great feat know as "waiting" as if nothing had even happened. It beeped. "All done!" Pietro bubbled, setting the dish down in front of Todd, who had moved to sit at the table, and far away from Pietro's kick-happy foot. "Uh, thanks, yo," Todd mumbled, accepting the food cautiously. He made no move to eat it. "I'll take that, if you don't want it," Freddy immediately offered when Todd make no attempt to spoon any of the gooey red circles into his mouth. Todd pushed the bowl toward Fred, who accepted it happily. The microwave beeped again. "Lance?" Pietro asked, holding out the second bowlful. Lance shrugged and took the bowl appreciatively, but stayed at Pietro's side instead of plunking down at the table. The microwave beeped a third time. "C'mon, Todd," Pietro pushed, getting annoyed with the smaller boy. "I made this for you." "Awright, I guess," Todd mumbled, taking his second bowl and actually tasting some of it this time (much to Freddy's dismay). "Hey, this ain't bad, yo!" Wholesome, clean, Full House-type laughter filled the kitchen, before everyone kind of chuckled themselves out, and just stared at each other uneasily. Lance spoke next. "Pie, what're you gonna have?" he inquired, noticing that no more cans of spaghettios were crowding the counter. Pietro smiled. "I don't know... let's see what we have left, hmm?" he said, pulling Lance into the small pantry and closing the door behind them. He brought his finger to his lips to imply Lance should be quiet. Only a short time passed before Todd and Fred were complaining loudly about the two defiling the good food in there. Pietro snerked, and Lance's shoulders shook with silent laughter. "Knock it off, you two! We hafta eat that food!" "Oh, Laaaaaance!" Pietro retorted in a loud, lusty moan, which was followed my giddy snickering and a loud thump. Todd and Fred's eyes met briefly, then back down at their own bowls of spaghettios. Neither wanted to open the door to chastise the possibly "busy" boys. "I am so disturbed right now," Todd muttered, earning an agreeing nod from the massive mutant as the obnoxious giggling settled. Pietro had only quieted because Lance was stuffing heaping spoonfuls of spaghettios into the waif-like boy's mouth in their cramped little world. Todd and Fred next heard a gag and another thump, which truly bothered the pair. Their minds were working overtime at the possibilities behind door number one. The door jerked open abruptly, and Lance exited with a smug look on his face, which set about confirming their suspicions, then a shaky, giggly Pietro, who was smirking like mad and licking his lips, which was the icing on the cake. "Man, I can't believe yous two just did that by the *food*, yo!" "Did what?" Lance asked innocently, putting his empty bowl in the sink. "All I did was give Pietro his dinner." Todd blanched, obviously taking that the wrong way. Lance smirked. "Spaghettios, Todd, spaghettios," he assured the alarmed amphibian, whose olive eyes were big as saucers with shock. "Oh... good," Todd said, still eyeing the couple with discontent. Freddy interjected next with "Is there any more dinner? I'm still kinda hungry..." "You're always hungry, Freddy," Pietro snapped, but went back into the pantry to locate another source of nourishment for the large boy. He came up with two more cans of spaghettios, a jar of pickles and, strangely enough, a super-sized bag of pistachios. "Lance, you need to go shopping," Pietro announced to the brunette, who had been leaning against the counter, watching Pietro bend over in the pantry with hungry eyes. He looked up at the mention of his name. "Huh?" "I said, you need to go shopping," Pietro repeated, still perusing the possible meals to feed the impatient and hungry mutant waiting at the table. He grabbed a box of cereal. "Fre-eeeed... do you want some cereal? It's like, all that's left." Fred wasn't picky. He even got up to snag himself a spoon and a bowl, while Pietro worked on opening the cans. He was already on his second bowl of cereal when Pietro brought over the steaming, larger than earlier bowl of spaghettios. Naturally, the cold cereal was abandoned for the small, saucy pasta rings. Pietro made his way over to Lance, who was staring at the charred part of the room with annoyance. "We should clean that up," Pietro suggested lamely, apparent that he wasn't in the least bit interested to clean such a horrendous mess. Lance nodded. "Or we could make Todd do it." Pietro snickered at his boyfriend's comment. "It *is* his fault... yeah! Todd *should* have to clean it!" Pietro agreed, looking at Todd. Todd scowled. "It only happened because I was making *your* dinner, bitches!" he snapped, then abruptly covered his mouth and widened his eyes. "Sorry, yo." "Um. Yes," Pietro said tersely, looking down at the floor. "I think we should all clean it," he came out with. "Plus, it'll go faster with all of us working together." "You sound just like a mini-Summers, love," Lance teased the white-haired boy, wrapping an arm around his narrow shoulders. Todd rolled his eyes, and Pietro bristled. "Summers, and everyone else over there, can suck me," Pietro declared angrily, then smacked Lance upside the head. "And don't you ever compare me to one of them again, got it?" he hissed at his paramour venomously. "Never again," Lance guaranteed, crossing his heart with a finger. Pietro grabbed the finger and bit it. "I mean it," he said, reaching up on his tip toes to lick the tip of Lance's nose before turning away to collect miscellaneous cleaning supplies. "Everyone, start cleaning! And I mean now! My stove had better be in one hundred percent perfect condition when I get back," he ordered, darting out of the room into the garage to hunt down said cleaning tools. After a few seconds, Todd blurted out with another endearing comment: "Man, you are so whipped." Lance shot him a scathing glance as both Todd and Fred burst out in mad giggles and bent down to search for supplies under the sink. He found a couple scrub brushes and a dust pan, in addition to a multitude of chemicals. "This is so gonna suck," Lance grumbled as he got to work on the destroyed area of their kitchen. *** By the time the kitchen was cleaned, Lance himself was filthy. Streaked with grime from head-to-toe. As was Todd, and to a certain degree, Freddy. Pietro had mostly watched, rather than participated in, the cleaning frenzy, but at Lance's request. He didn't want Pietro expending any unnecessary energy, since he still didn't have any to spare (spaghettios only go so far). Pietro had helped out in his own way, however, mostly by playing gopher. Todd, oddly enough, had decided to shower immediately after they finished. Lance was beaten to the bathroom by mere seconds. "Fuck!" Pietro sauntered up behind his boyfriend, who was standing agitatedly in front of the locked bathroom door, clenching and unclenching his fists. "That's not the only bathroom in the house, you know," he purred, careful not to touch Lance since he was so grungy. Lance looked at him questioningly. "What do you mean?" he asked slowly, not quite believing that Pietro was really proposing what he was proposing. "We still have... our bathroom," Pietro reminded, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. Lance's face slowly broke into a wide grin. "Are you sure? I mean, I know you're sure there's a bathroom, that's kinda obvious, but are you sure--" "You talk too much," Pietro informed him, deciding the imminent mussing of himself by touching Lance was worth it and proceeded to press up against him, a slender hand rising to tangle in his long dark hair. He kissed along his jawbone, close to his ear, and whispered a few promising words that made even Lance blush before he caught the surprised speedster in his arms and carried him to what was, once again, their bed and bath room. *** Pietro was already changed into a new, shorter silk robe (of Mystique's, naturally) and running Lance's bath water when the rock-tumbler entered Mystique's bathroom without a stitch of clothing on. The younger teen found it difficult to look at the naked man standing so close to him. Lance noticed Pietro's almost skittish fearfulness and quickly wrapped a nearby towel around his waist to conceal his nudity. A soft, gentle caress along his shoulder blade made Pietro relax some, but he was still acutely aware of how uncomfortable he suddenly was. Damn! And he'd been doing so good until this point, too. When Pietro stood to gather various items, such as shampoos and soaps, from the closet, Lance caught him again, just holding the smaller mutant in a loose, yet loving embrace, his hand smoothing back and forth over the silky fabric of Pietro's robe. The white-haired boy tipped his head to the side, taking in a deep, shaky breath of the somewhat cooler air outside their immediate radius. The steam accumulating in the bathroom's atmosphere was fogging the mirrors, making for an eerie setting. "I'm so sorry, Lance, I thought I could do this, I really did, but I don't think I can!" he wailed, but Lance didn't let him go; not this time. Not ever, ever again. "You can do whatever you want. You are the only one who matters," Lance reassured the weepy youth, cradling his fair head in one hand and stroking his back firmly with the other. Pietro sniffed, temporarily pacified by this response. His slender arms linked behind Lance's back. "I just want to feel... safe." Lips pressed to the shell of Pietro's ear; spoken through a fine curtain of silky white hairs: "You are." *~*~*~*~*~* Woo. >.> Um, that was nice! I'm such a sap. :D A little bit o' fire, a little bit o' fun, a little bit o' angst, what else do ya need? At least, that chapter was easier for me to type, due to my chopping my nails off (they're all gone! Well, almost all gone! XD). So, now I can type with ease! The roll-through is incredible, it truly is... ::sigh:: And, that's about it, I think. (More short-ish notes, yay!) ^_^ Whoops, I lied! No short notes. >.> Blahblahblah... I am completely drained of any and all creative energy, as I just suffered through taking my SAT testing. ::faints:: ::gets back up:: Why they feel the need to do it first thing in the morning, on a Saturday morning, no less, baffles me. O.o At least it wasn't oh, say, a week from today, when the EVO FINALE is on... (Yay!) I would fail hands down, due to lack of concentration. (Not that I didn't fail the fucker anyways... guess who failed the, oh, *entire* math section? ME! Oh yes. ::faints again::) I can't believe I shelled out thrity-seven bucks to go and take a test that will prove how dumb I really am. (::shifty eyes:: No one must hear of this! Torch the building!! Ahem. ::coughs:: Carry on.) And got up at four-thirty in the morning to get ready to take the bitch, too! Fuuuuuck. I should have just taken it last year an a junior, when you are *supposed* to, but nooOOooOOoooo! I had to be lazy and slack off! Daaaaaamn it. >.O But it is all over now! Yayness! :D Any more schooling is completely self-inflicted, after graduation. And now, for your reading pleasure: another long, pointless (sort of) rantish thing! Meh. I need an online journal. :P Speaking of which... someone talks about me (well, and my ficcies) quite a bit in theirs, which I just so happened to see like, yesterday. I feel special! I was like, "Hmm, this person's writing style is vaguely similar to mine. Nifty!" then "Wow! This person idolizes the *exact* same authors I do! Neato!" and "Coolies! This person must be my evil, somewhat less-demented twin! Specialness!" then I felt... off. I dunno. I think I may actually be related to this person, considering that we have the same last name (unless! The person is using a fake name! ::gasp::) and... that's about it. >.> But then, somewhat praise-ific commentary aside, I saw that this person mentioned my dumb typos in her journal (I suck, what can I say? ::shrugs::) and then (in some of the back updates) said that my fic doesn't have a plot...! ;_; Which is, um, totally true (damn! ::hangs head in shame::) but still! It hurts!! ;__; And that they "lost respect" for me, because I "bought into" Ramsey's fic. `ch. I only did it cuz I thought it was kinda funny (I am a sick person, I never denied it, and you should really know that by now aaanyways... I mean, c'mon, I write "gay porn". Do the math.) not because I'm like, "Oh, masterful porno god Ramsey, please put me with Lanciepoo or I will just die!" It's a novelty, if you will. I never expected the dude to email me right after I semi-jokingly put in my review that I'd like to have a chappy of my own for details about myself to work into the chapter thing. Aaaand now, I shall stop attempting to defend myself to this one person, who probably doesn't even remember writing any of that, because it's irrelevant to most everyone but me and them, unless someone else happens to have read their journal... Wah. Now I'm depressed again, and this person probably hates me. O.o Not good, because that kinda-sorta kills my desire to write a graphic slash scene for the next chapter... >.> (See, person? Now look what you've done!) Just kidding. I waaaaant an online journaaaaal! ::whines:: But I can't get one unless I'm referred by a member, or if I pay the site owners (which ain't happ'nin', honey) so... I guess I will never have one! XD No livejournal, no deadjournal, no nothing! Bwah! >.O UPDATE: I now have a deadjournal! (Guess those ones are free, so I lied before...) Um, go read it! The linkie is on my author page. :D It kinda sucks right now, buuuut it may (or may not) get better. I don't know. But maybe I'll be able to bitch in there, instead of in my notes, so they won't be so freaking long! Squeeee! >.> All right, this *must* be my last rant for the chapter, before it gets really ridiculous: um... has anyone noticed how some of the authors on the site seem to kinda, you know, *know* each other, somehow? ::quirks brow:: It's creepy, like with the way they all talk about each other annnnd stuff (in various forms) and about how they had this and that conversation, and whatnot... how do you get into the special little club of cool people?! (Like, all my slash and non-slash idols that have never reviewed, except one, and that was only once...! But I digress...) I wanna join! I can be entertaining! Really I can! ::crickets chirping:: Eh, screw y'all, then. -_- (Unless! You DO want to invite me into your special little group! I will be the most obedient lapdoggie you've ever known! I don't even require cookies!) That was sooooo much freaking longer than I was planning on, but it can just, uh, make up for the nearly non-existent notes on the last chappy! (God, I love my reasoning!) REVIEWS ARE YOUR FRIENDS! :D