Okay, this is a short little piece that is dedicated to my friends WeirdTab
and Sam. It's all their fault!! They made me write this at the lunch table
this morning!!
Disclaimer: All are Marvel's. The idea that Pete might be the third Summers'
boy belongs to Zanne. No money.

Oreo Cookies!
Lee Tybird
Trumpetlee@aol.com

        "That is so gross!"
        Pete Wisdom was pouring chocolate syrup on top of a peanut-butter
covered Oreo that had already been dunked into a large glass of chocolate
milk. "It tastes good!"
        "Yer gonna make me sick, Wiz," Doug Ramsey moaned.
        Moira began to dunk her own Oreo into her coffee.
        "No!" cried Amanda Sefton. "Don't do that! What a waste of a
perfectly good Oreo!"
        "Pryde," said Pete with his mouth full. "You wanna try this?" He held
out one of his specially-made Oreos.
        "No thank you," Kitty replied. Staring at the...cookie. If you could
call it that.
        Pete shrugged and shoved it into his mouth. Kitty flinched, and made
a little "eww" noise.
        Illyana broke her own Oreo in two, and stared at each half. She held
up the one with the most cream on it, and stuck it onto Bobby Drake's
forehead. She began to laugh.
        "Thank you," said Bobby, his voice dry and sarcastic. "Really."
        "Say cheese!" cried Rahne. She snapped the button on her camera in
front of Bobby.
        Bobby sighed. "Sometimes I wonder about you people."
        "Don't," Kurt replied. "It's one of the leading causes of instant
migraines." He thought for a moment. "Besides the Summers family, of course."
        "Hey Pete," said Amanda. "Rumor is going around the teams that you
might be third Summers boy. Pretty scary, huh?"
        Pete's cookie came shooting out of his mouth. He began to cough and
choke furiously. When he finally caught his breath, he looked up at Amanda
in distress. "Bloody hell, Sefton, you tryin ta kill me?! I've got enough
problems with the family I know about!"
        "Ah dunno," said Rogue. "Scott's a brunette, Alex is a blond-"
        "And a cute one at that," Betsy added.
        "Amen!" cried the rest of the females in the room.
        Doug rolled his eyes. "God, how come Alex has a fan-following?! Why
don't I have one?!"
        "If Pete were the other brother," Rogue went on, "then they'd have
the black-haired one, but they'd be missin a redhead."
        Everyone in the room turned to stare at Remy, who wasn't listening.
He was looking in a mirror at his milk mustache. He looked up with a smile.
"Gambit's new mustache look good, non?" He asked jokingly. He took an Oreo
out and dipped it into his glass of beer, which was sitting next to his
glass of milk.
        "I've gotta try that," Pete muttered.
        "Eww!" cried Doug. "That's even worse than Pete!"
        Pete blinked in thought. He then plopped down into a chair and put
his head in his hands. "I might be a Summers?" he muttered. "Kitty, luv, I
need a psychiatrist."
        "My poor baby," Kitty said. She wrapped her arms around Pete.
        "Kitty, are you gonna dump me if I'm a Summers?"
        "Just keep your personality, and you'll have nothing to worry about."