crazy little thing called love - quicksilver f.f. [ON HOLD]

ch. 10 - 60's van

- ELLE'S POV -

After waiting for a few minutes, a beige van pulled up and the doors swung open.

The van looked as if it was from the 60's. Which I didn't mind of course. It had slightly lighter beige leather seating and a brown steering wheel.

"Put your bags in the trunk you guys!" Logan ordered us. I walked over to the trunk that Peter was putting his suitcase into.

"Hey there Speedy." I nodded to him.

"Hey Elle." He grinned. I stuffed my bag next to his and climbed into the backseat. I pulled out my phone and put on a Queen song

♪ This thing called love I just can't handle it this thing called love I must get round to it I ain't ready crazy little thing called love ♪

I looked to my right as Peter scooted next to me.

"Hello there." I chuckled as he swiped my phone out of my hand.

"You know this was the song that was playing when we first met." He half smiled at me.

"You make it sound like it was years ago Speedy." I rolled my eyes.

"It's what it felt like! Like oh my god! All those training sessions with you? It was like hell! No worse! Purgatory!" He joked.

"Aw shut up." I took my phone back and put my headphones back in my ears. I glanced over to him quickly to see what he was doing. He was on Facebook, replying to a message from some girl named Jennie Clark.

This boy is so curious. And so was the girl he was talking to. I turned my back on him, and closed my eyes, willing myself to see through his eyes.

When I did get through to him, I looked down at his phone.

"3 Unread Messages"

He was still reading the one from this "Jennie Clark" girl. His conversation with her was getting more heated by the minute.

Jennie Clark: What's it like in your silvery head Pietro? Is it full of ideas on how to get me back? Or do I need to ask myself for you?

Peter Maximoff: Jennie! I. DON'T. WANT. YOU. BACK.

Jennie Clark: Why?? Is there some stupid bitch I need to get out of the way?!

Peter Maximoff: Jennie you broke up with me! I don't need your stupid ship right now.

Jennie Clark: You're pathetic, you know that? You could've had me but no. You want to continue whatever it is you're doing without me? FINE! But get this Pietro Maximoff: You are worthless. Not only to me but to anyone you know. Even if they've told you different, they're lying. Your stupid, and ugly. You are pathetic, I'm blocking you and unfriending you.

As he finished reading the message he looked at me and sighed.

I didn't feel the need to continue what I was doing so I jumped back into my own body.

"You're singing aloud Elle!" I heard a soft whisper coming from Quicksilver.

"Oh." I shrugged. "What was I singing?"

"Something about Flash?" He snickered as I looked at my phone that was playing Flash by Queen.

"Ah." I laughed a little to myself. "Was I good?"

"Oh yeah! Of course! X-Factor worthy by far!" He said sarcastically.

"Thanks!" I replied, fluffing my blonde pixie cut jokingly.

We sat in silence for about three hours after that. The engine started sputtering at three and a half hours and Logan pulled over.

"Alright kids, we may or may not have just broken down," He glanced around at the empty desert road. "In the middle of nowhere."

I groaned and rested my head against the warm window.

"Why can't I just teleport to a mechanic
to get it fixed?" I called to Logan.

"Because, Elle, mutants are fucking outsiders!" He turned. "And who would want to help and outsider?"

I sighed dramatically and looked at Peter.

"So I guess it's just me and you, huh Speedy?"

"I'm excited." He smiled a dorky smile and got out of the car. "Oh shit it's hot!"

I left the car too and immediately got smacked in the face with hot, sticky air.

"God, it's like we're in Texas!" I exclaimed.

"Well actually," Peter pulled out his phone and opened the weather app. "We are in Death Valley, California."

"Sounds pleasant." I retorted as I sat down on a rock.

"Eh well we have some company so it's cool." He smiled at me. "And plus, May can grow fruits and vegetables like from straight out of the ground."

"But what if I have to pee?!" I asked him frantically. He scanned the landscape and pointed at a huge rock that stood a few yards away.

"Potty." He smiled and stood up. He extended his hand out to me, which of course slapped out of my way.

"Get out Pietro." I said as I stood up. His brows furrowed in confusion.

"Who told you that name?" He looked at me with mistrust.

"Don't you remember?" I cautiously said.

"What should I remember?" He frowned even more.

"Uh, last night? You were a bit drunk and you told me a bunch of stuff about you." I lied.

"Oh. I--uh." He ran his hand through his soft hair. "What did I tell you?"

"Not much, you had a girlfriend before this, and your name was Pietro." I lied again.

"Oh well I'm sorry." He looked down. "I didn't mean to burden you."

"Oh no! It's fine!" I shook my head in an attempt to comfort him somewhat.

We stood in silence for a long time after that. Peter left to sit in the car after about 10 minutes.

I shouldn't have lied. I thought to myself.

But really, what else was I supposed to do?

I sighed. I needed Rose. She would know what to do.

I turned around and sat on the rock and pulled out my phone, playing the next song in my Queen playlist.

♪ I've fallen in love! I've fallen in love for the first time, this time I know it's for real, I've fallen in love. ♪

A/N

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