Crystal smiled softly and nodded. “That sounds good.” She bit her lower lip and looked over at Pietro. “What is your favorite place on campus?”
"Truthfully?" He looked back at Crystal, a bit of a smile creeping over his face. "My favorite place on campus is my room. It would have to be, seeing as how ‘everywhere’ probably doesn’t count as a place. It wouldn’t exactly be fun to take you there, so… Anywhere in particular you’d like to visit?"
Crystal moved away from Pietro. “I am sorry.” She whispered, what Pietro was saying made her feel so bad. She couldn’t believe he was like this.
"Don’t be." Pietro began to pace back and forth on the pavement. "Look, do you just want to keep moving? Find something to get our minds off this?"
Crystal sighed, closing her eyes briefly. “Not everything is your fault, that isn’t possible.” She ran a hand through her hair before facing Pietro again. “I don’t think you hate yourself, I think you blame yourself irrationally. Everyone makes mistakes, everyone says the wrong thing, or does the wrong action. It doesn’t mean you are not good enough. Being the best isn’t always a good thing, it’s how you get there that defines your success.”
Pietro sighed, brushing some hair out of his eyes. “I know. I just…can’t help it, really. This is how I view myself. Sometimes. Depends on the day.” He laughed softly. “When I start going on like this, I just kind of need to run my course. And no matter how much you try to make me feel better, which is really sweet of you, that’s not going to change.”
Crystal let her mouth gape open a little. She’d never met someone so special and all he did was hate himself. It was terrible. “Why do you talk like this? You are a good person, you need to believe that.” She reached up a hand to his cheek as she had done before. “When I look in your eyes, I see a boy whose had a rough past, and takes it out on himself. How can you not see how truly amazing you are? I have only known you for a few days and yet I know you are not a bad person. ” She smiled slightly. “You can pretend you don’t care, but I know that every time you make fun of yourself it is from deep down. Those are the things you think are wrong with you? Being a ‘fuck-up’ or an idiot. You are neither and I believe it, but if you don’t then none of this counts.
"Well, I don’t want to get full of myself." Pietro said, moving away from Crystal. "After all, everything bad in my life was my fault, one way or another. I’m not saying I hate myself for it. Just that I’m nowhere near the best I could be."
Crystal jumped slightly when Pietro clapped his hands together. “You are not an idiot.” She moved closer to him again. “It saddens me to see you be so narcissistic. Please, try to see the good person I do.” She said looking into his eyes.
"I don’t know about ‘good’," He said, sighing. "But I do know I’m not a complete fuck-up. I’m just an idiot when it comes to certain things. I suppose there’s always something like that for people." He realized the implications in what he had just said. "…From Earth! People from Earth."
Crystal silently watched as Pietro talked about his life in a few seconds. She held her hands close to her chest, is story was so tragic. It seemed everything went wrong in this boys life. She reached a hand over and placed it on his shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. “People as yourself shouldn’t have lives like that. Hopefully good will happen in the future that will make up for the past.”
Pietro smiled at her, more to combat the sadness in his words than anything else. “It always does. But knowing me? Something like that has already happened, and I just can’t see it.” He sighed, clapping his hands together as if he needed something to do with them. “I’m kind of an idiot like that.”
"um.." Crystal bit down on her lower lip in thought. "Tell me about about yourself, Pietro. I fell as if I have been talking a lot of myself, I want to know about you." She looked over at Pietro with a small innocent smile.
"Not much to know, really." Pietro began, perplexed by Crystal’s interest in his life. He’d already told her all that mattered. "I was born into a village on Mount Wundagore, in Europe. My mother died during childbirth, and my father left before me and my sister were born. We were left in the care of the Maximoff family, who were Romani." He paused. "Uh…travelers, I guess you could call them. We weren’t well-liked by the village, and that dislike turned to hate when they found out about my sister’s powers."
"but..kissing is not for recreation.." She was so overwhelmed with these ideas and "games" they played. Crystal needed a break, something to get her mind off of the possibility some stranger could kiss her. "I do not like these ideas, can we talk about something else"
Pietro gave a comically exaggerated sigh. “Fine. We won’t talk about kissing anymore, since it makes you so nervous. What do you want to talk about instead?”
Crystals eyes widened. “I don’t want to be kissed by strangers..it’s..it’s not right.” She started to grow anxious. “People just kiss eachother here? I don’t like it.. There’s not love, no emotion in it. How can they do that?”
"It’s all for fun," Pietro explained. "They take it as a challenge. Someone dares them to kiss people. Or multiple people. Or sometimes every single person. It’s the not the only dare people get, but it’s certainly the most common type. And sometimes there may even be emotions, possibly love, resulting from that one kiss. No one knows for sure."
Crystal hugged herself and looked down at the ground. “No..I have not. You are the closest I’ve been with a boy before.” It was embarrassing to be the cliché, never been kissed girl but it was who Crystal was. Also, she had no idea what the reference ‘never been kissed’ was from. “We were not permitted to do such things..you say that you have kissed many..even boys.” She looked up into his eyes. “I have kissed none.”
Pietro smirked as she mad eye contact with him once more. “Trust me, that’ll change now that you’re here. The moment some idiot decides to start another game of truth or dare, half the guys will end up having to kiss you.” He paused. “Probably a few of the girls, too. Trust me, the best thing you can do here is make your first kiss count.”