A/N: The amount of fluff, no, sap in this story is inexcusable. It was written for a friend, I hope you're happy Xkoon, and...well...I have no real excuse for it.

It was one of those rare times for Lance, when the Brotherhood just let him and Kitty be, and he'd wanted to enjoy it.

Lance had managed to pick Kitty up outside of the mansion, not two streets away like usual, and had sat in his jeep for a full fifteen minutes before she came out.

Her excuse? She couldn't find one of her shoes.

What really happened? Scott had tried to talk her out of coming. Again. Lance could hear him screaming from the road.

Unfortunatly, because niether of them would mention how the X-Men were behaving, that meant that the pleasant drive to the movies Lance had planned was replaced with an awkward silence.

Kitty broke the silence first, though later he'd wish that she hadn't. "Like, Lance? You know, like, tons of things about me right?"

Lance gave her a small nod and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. She was twisting her hands together, like she did when-ever she got nervous, but her eyes held a determined look. "Yeah...Why?"

"Well..." Kitty paused and gave Lance 'The Look'. He could never get away from her when that look crossed her face. "I, like, don't know anything about you."

Lance's stomache dropped but Kitty kept talking, oblivious to the fact that she had just ruined their day out. "Like, tell me something!"

A million thoughts ran through his mind at once, including ways to change the subject, but one look at her big blue eyes and Lance knew that he couldn't say anything. So instead he settled on focusing his eyes back on the road and sifting through his thoughts for a few seconds.

I wanted to be a hero.

I wanted to stay as an X-Men.

I don't believe in a word that Magneto says.

You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.

I don't deserve someone like you.

You deserve more than a Hood like me.

I didn't want to drop out of school.

I wanted to go to college.

I hated my parents.

I miss my parents.

They're dead.

I hate being a mutant.

I hate knowing that no matter what we do, someone will always be trying to tear us apart.

I worry about you everytime we fight.

Knowing that you're mad at me hurts worse than any injury I've ever gotten.

Your smile's all that keeps me going somedays.

Your tears are enough to make my heart stop.

Especially when you're crying because of me.

I can't breathe then.

I love you more than any one.

I hate you more than any one.

I never want you to leave me.

You can't stay with me.

I'm bad for you.

Lance didn't even realize how tightly he was clenching the steering wheel, tight enough that his knuckles had turned white, until Kitty spoke to him again.

"Like, well?" Her large blue eyes were pleading, somehow managing to be demanding at the same time, and Lance had to force himself to loosen his grip on the leather wheel.

"There's nothin' to tell you, Kit-Kat. Nothin' to say."

And there wasn't.