Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution.  I wish I did, but I doubt that I will, even if I threaten to bomb the main Marvel building with fluffy pink bunnies.

Do you believe in love at first sight?  Some people do, and some don't.  Where I stand is a little between the two extremes.  I believe in love at first sight when you see the one person that you're destined to be with. 

That happened to me the day that I laid eyes on Kitty Pryde.  Sure, she was a year younger than me, but that didn't matter.  She was upbeat, positive, and really fun to be around.  And then I got to know her. 

By then I was almost driven crazy by her.  She seemed perfect in almost every way.  Except for cooking.  It would take a miracle for Kitty to excel in cooking.  I was unfortunate enough to be the first one to try a bite of her muffins that she made in cooking once, and vowed never to try them again.  Of course, that plan failed, merely by the fact that I couldn't bear to turn her down without a good reason. 

I sighed and rolled over on to my stomach on my bed.  I had probably spent a good half hour thinking about Kitty.  Everyone would probably be wondering where I was.  With another sigh, I teleported from my room and into the kitchen, hoping to find the dinner table not full. 

I was lucky.  The place across from Kitty had not been filled, and I quickly took it. 

Kitty smiled upon seeing me arrive.  "So, like, where've you been, Kurt?" she asked. 

I shrugged.  "Upstairs, thinking," I replied, waiting for the food to arrive. 

Kitty seemed interested by my response.  "Really?  What about?" she asked, leaning forward a little in her chair. 

I shrugged again, kind of starting to panic.  I couldn't tell her that I had been thinking of her.  She probably thought of me as an annoying blue demon and would freak out.  I didn't want that to happen to Kitty.  I wanted to stay friends with her until I was positive that we would be able to take our relationship further.  "Just random things," I replied, feeling a little uncomfortable under the gaze of her blue eyes. 

Kitty smiled even more.  "Just things that pop into your head?" she asked for clarification. 

I nodded. 

Kitty giggled.  "That happens to me sometimes," she replied.  "I'll get, like, so stressed out that I just stop thinking about what I'm supposed to be focused on and I'll just let my mind wander."

My jaw could have hit the floor then.  Kitty, spacing out like me?  It didn't seem possible.  She was so smart and always so focused and concentrating on something important, like her schoolwork.  Was it possible that the near most brilliant mind of the X-Men could actually get tired of thinking?

Kitty giggled.  "You're looking at me like that's impossible, Kurt," she said with a small smile.

"Vell, ja!" I cried.  "I mean, you're always so…deep in thought most of the time, zat it just seems…impossible!"

Kitty rolled her eyes.  "I do, like, need a break from everything, you know?" she said.  "I'm not Superman, or something like that."

I nodded vigorously.  "I know," I said.  "But you seem so close to it…" I trailed off, unsure of how to finish. 

Kitty sighed.  "Everyone thinks that.  I'm just like every other person.  I just try harder at school than others, that's all.  I wish everyone would just understand that!" she said, frustrated. 

Most people at the Institute look at Jean the exact same way.  Only Jean could put up with it.  Kitty couldn't.  She just wanted to fit in and be like everyone else.  Well, everyone else who was a mutant, that was.  I was surprised to hear this, but in almost an instant, I understood.  I understood how she felt, and I wanted to help her to fit in the best she could. 

"Vell, Kitty, I guess that just means that you'll be seeing a lot more of me from now on," I said with a grin. 

Kitty's eyes widened in horror.  "What are you planning?" she demanded, just as a plate of food was being passed down the table. 

I tried to look innocent, which is impossible, considering I look like a demon.  But the thought is amusing, I must admit.  "Nothing.  Vhy vould you ask somezing like zat?" I asked. 

Kitty placed her hands on her hips.  "Because you're Mister Funny-Guy, and if I know you, you'll try to get me to loosen up some way!" she cried.  I could tell just by looking at her that she was terrified of the idea of being told in a non-direct way to "loosen up". 

"Okay, so maybe I vill," I admitted, taking a roll from a basket.  "But zat isn't a bad zing."

Kitty groaned.  "I'm not going to live through this," she muttered. 

I grinned.  "No, you wouldn't live if it were Bobby doing zis to you," I corrected.  "You'll at least survive with me."

Kitty rolled her eyes.  "Great.  I trade death for utter humiliation.  That's much better," she grumbled. 

I grinned.  "It won't be that bad," I insisted. 

"To you!" Kitty cried.  "You'll be the one causing everything to happen to me!"

"That's also true," I admitted.  How could she be so correct?  She wasn't super-human or anything!  No, she was just a mutant, like me, which only made it worse.  I sighed and spoke again.  "Kitty, I promise zat whatever I choose to do vill not be bad.  You may actually enjoy it."

Kitty sighed in defeat.  "Fine, but nothing too embarrassing, got it?" she demanded. 

I nodded.  It was a start.  I just hoped that Kitty would stay my friend after I tried to get her to loosen up.  Yeah, she was already pretty laid-back.  But there are some times when you just need to forget about everything else, and Kitty had one of those right now that seemed to last for about a month. 

After I finished dinner, I teleported back to my room to finish my algebra homework.  What's the point of algebra, anyway?  I'm never going to use it.  No one in the world uses algebra for any jobs (at least I don't think so) so what's the point?  Why should I waste my time pouring over homework that I'm never going to use?  Nevertheless, I finished and hurried downstairs to the rec room, hoping that I wasn't too late for our video game tournament. 

Lucky me, I arrived in time to see Bobby defeated by Sam in a racing game.  I chuckled, watching Bobby pout and ice Sam's drink into a solid ice cube.  Bobby was amusing when he was a sore loser.  But hey, this was the Institute, and everyone was different.  I smiled to myself, thinking that I fit in perfectly.  And it was true.  Yeah, I was different, but for a good reason, and here at the Institute, I was perfectly fine with being a blue furry demon. 

I competed in the tournament, losing in the first round, but still having fun.  Kitty was there, and I dropped a piece of ice down the back of her shirt as my first attempt.  She squealed and jumped in the air, trying desperately to get rid of the ice as her hands clawed at her back.  I doubled over, laughing uncontrollably.  Kitty saw me and turned bright pink. 

"Kurt!" she shrieked.  "What was that for?"

In between laughs, I managed to say, "Zat vas ze first move to try and get you to loosen up."

Kitty turned, if possible, an even brighter shade of pink.  She looked like a balloon that was about to burst.  "Kurt!" she screamed and chased me around the rec room.  I was laughing the entire time, but I knew that if Kitty caught me, I wouldn't be a very happy boy anymore.  Or, mutant, or whatever. 

Finally, after Kitty's batteries ran out (could she even use batteries, since she cuts off electricity?) she just plopped on to the couch and pouted, glaring at me.  I grinned in response.  "Sorry zat you couldn't catch me, Kitty," I said. 

Kitty blew it then.  "Kurt!" she screamed, her face turning as red as a tomato.  It occurred to me that I could tease her about looking like a fruit for a minute, but then again, Kitty was already mad at me.  If I pushed her further, she might end up hating me, and that wasn't exactly something that I wanted at the moment.  I took that moment to port up to my room.  Kitty would probably know that I was there, but it didn't much matter to me at the moment.  It was a game of cat and mouse, and I was determined to win.

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hey!  Well, wut do you think of this story?  It's my first shot at a total romance kinda thing, so be nice with the reviews!  If it totally sucks, then I think that I might just end up killing of the characters or putting up a notice telling people that it's done, due to lack of popularity.  If I start getting death threats telling me to stop writing this, then I'll just leave it be.  If I don't update for a month, then look in the reviews to see if there are threats.  Just so you know…

R&R!

~Jojo~