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Post by petesta on Feb 25, 2011 22:17:44 GMT -5
Peter turned when someone said his name, turning and nodding with a polite smile at some girls passing by. They motioned for him to come over, but he didn't see as he'd already turned to face Faye again. He noticed some grass in her hair and laughed, breaking one of his hands free and brushing his fingers through Faye's hair to free it of the debris. "God! Your hair is so long. And you're so tan! How is it that you always manage to tan beautifully while I remain a pasty mess?" he asked with a grin. As he studied her he frowned very slightly. She looked different than he remembered. "You've been growing up while I was away. I told you, that's not allowed."
When Faye didn't deny her crying right away, Peter arched an eyebrow. The thought that she had cried over him made his stomach drop. The last thing he wanted to do was cause her tears, one of the reasons he'd vowed not to date her. But here it seemed he'd caused those beautiful eyes to cry just by going away for the summer. Why was being a boy so hard? He offered her a half smile. "Nonsense. My Tink doesn't cry," he said with a playful wink. "She's much too pretty for that."
As Peter noticed Faye's teeth sinking into her lip, he looked thoughtful. So many times he found himself wondering what she was thinking. Though she would generally tell him all that was on her mind, Peter knew that she kept things from him. Perhaps there was a boy she was thinking about. Perhaps he'd hurt her. Of course, if that was the case Peter would have to see to it that whoever had broken his friends hard would have many other things broken to compensate.
As she buried her face in his chest he chuckled, smoothing her hair down and wrapping his arms around her once more. "Oh trust me. That's not your birthday present. I've got something much better planned for that."
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Post by tink on Feb 25, 2011 22:30:46 GMT -5
 
Faye glared at the girls while Peter wasn't looking. When he looked over at her, she smiled, hoping those girls got the message, loud and clear. She felt something in her hair, only to realize it was Peter's hand. She blushed. "You're sweet. And I'm just good at tanning." She laughed, and ran a finger over Peter's arm, pasty and muscly. She looked up and shook her head. "I...grew up? Peter, I'm sorry. Forgive me, please?" She batted her eyes.
It seemed like Peter was the subject of her tears more than anything or one. He would hate to know this, which was why she never told him. It wasn't his concern. His smile made her smile. His Tink? "That's right. She doesn't." She felt her cheeks redden. She's much too pretty for that. He called her pretty! Her stomach did a flip, and the butterflies flew at rapid speeds.
Her mind track consisted of Peter, her other friends, school, and then there was other, which was anything not acossiated with the other three categories. She thought about maybe visiting Woody later, taking out her pent up hormones on him. Or going to see Meg, maybe see what she thought about this situation. She thought about just spending the rest of the day with Peter. The last option sounded the best.
Her ears perked up. Another present? "What could be better than putting snakes in someone's bed?" She looked up, arching a brow. Now she was curious. Now she wanted this better present.
hey it’s, finished!
cause you’re awesome, peter
they’re all, a number
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ hope it's okay, kend!”
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Post by petesta on Feb 25, 2011 22:46:25 GMT -5
Peter scoffed half-heartedly. "Sweet? Preposterous! Petter Panning Newman is not sweet. Just honest," he said with a nod. Of course he was just stating the obvious. Faye, however, seemed touched as her cheeks flooded with color. It only enhanced her beauty, but Peter was surprised she'd blushed over him. Didn't she know he thought she was gorgeous? Her finger along his arm caused a small shudder to course through him. While that was strange, he dismissed it, smirking slightly. "I guess I'll forgive your growth-spurt this once. Just don't let it happen again unless I'm around," he sighed, kissing her forehead.
Faye seemed cheered slightly by his comment and this pleased him, causing his smile to grow wider until he was sure he was verging on goofy. Around most girls Peter controlled his horrible habit of smiling too much, trying to seem calm, cool, and collected. But around Faye he was all smiles, all the time. As was she, though, so he figured they were evenly matched. "Atta girl," he said encouragingly.
Peter truly could not wait to give Faye her present. He'd been planning it for months and, while it would've been better on her actually birthday, he was sure that she would still love it. Even if she didn't, she would act as though she did and that pleased him even more. She would make sacrifices for him just as he would for her. He would do anything for her, practically. No. Not practically. Peter was certain he would do anything for his friend. When she inquired about her present, however, he just grinned mischievously and pantomimed zipping his lips. "My lips are sealed."
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Post by tink on Feb 25, 2011 23:01:50 GMT -5
She laughed. He was sweet. "Alright, Peter. Whatever you say." Faye felt herself blush still. Honest. He thought she was pretty. Damnit. It felt like everything was perfect, but at the same time, it wasn't. Not really. She rested her hand on his muscle, and felt it in her hand. He had a fan-fucking-tastic summer. "Thank youuu, Peter." She smiled, and closed her eyes when he kissed her forehead.
Although they were constantly affectionate like this, it still gave Faye chills. He'd kiss her, on the cheek and forehead, they'd hug and cuddle, and be really close. Of course, Faye wanted to do that with more of a...feeling, behind it, but couldn't grow a backbone enough to tell him. But she was trying to. Especially this year. She looked down, then up, and thought. It was simple. Just say it. Peter, I love you. No...Peter, I've loved you since we first met? No...it didn't work.
She wanted that present. And speaking of birthdays, Peter's was only a few days away. She needed to finish planning her present for him. He was going to love it. Maybe she'd tell him on his birthday? No. She sighed, and looked at him, willing him to tell her. But he zipped his lips, and she huffed, breaking their remaining hand hold, turning around. Peeking over her shoulder, like before, she stuck out her tongue. "Fine. No more hugs or hand-holding or anything until you tell me something." The blonde said, a little smile playing on the corners of her lips.
hey it’s, finished!
cause you’re awesome, peter
they’re all, a number
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ hope it's okay, kend!”
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Post by petesta on Feb 25, 2011 23:22:28 GMT -5
"Whatever I say...hmm...I like the sounds of that," Peter said with a wicked grin. "I say that...hmm...first of all, you and I never take math again. Second, we have a sleepover tonight -- whichever room you choose, though my room's yet to be put together. And...uhh...I have nothing else to say for now,"Peter said with an authoritative nod. Though he wished his first order of business could come true, he took comfort in knowing that the second would. Though he'd never told anyone, not even Faye, he often felt lonely. Being with Faye cured that. Though they weren't together, he would sometimes pretend they were. Not when he actually had a girlfriend, but when he was single. Which was most of the time.
Peter raised his eyebrows when he noticed Faye thinking again. "You're awfully thoughtful tonight, darling. What could you possibly be thinking of? All the lovers you've gained over the summer that I need to run a background-check on?"he asked. He was joking. Mostly. He really did want to know who she was interested in, though. And what she was thinking of. Perhaps the two were related. Perhaps his best friend was in love and he didn't know. The thought tore at his heart, though whether it was the fact that his friend might be in love with someone or the fact that he didn't know about it, he wasn't sure.
Peter knew that as soon as he mentioned the present he would have Faye's attention. She was a sucker for gifts, and seeing as Peter knew her so well it was guaranteed that his present would be great. Little did he know his plans would last all day. As she turned around to pout Peter rolled his eyes. "Faye Isabella Tinker, don't be like that. You know you can't go five minutes without my pasty arms around you. Besides, I'm more than strong enough to make you hug me," he said menacingly, smirking
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Post by tink on Feb 25, 2011 23:42:18 GMT -5
"I did---" She sighed, realizing it was hopeless. Faye smiled. "I don't think we can avoid math, but the sleepover sounds good. You can come to my room. " She smiled. The blonde loved the attention. She needed it. It calmed her insecurity and paranoia. Peter didn't know about them. The constant naggings of being replaced, left behind, unloved, unwanted. It was easy because Peter made those naggings stop, and not come back until she was vulnerable again.
The blonde blinked. "You caught me red handed, Peter!" She laughed. "They're all French and treat me like a princess." Faye giggled, imagining a group of Frenchmen. Peter loved to background check all her boyfriends. He was kind of like the older brother she never had. Of course, the guys never did seem to mind. She did the same to his girlfriends. Though, it was more torture than anything else. She disected them, mentally. Why did Peter like them? What did he find sexy or attractive? It was all mentally cataloged.
She wanted that present. Obviously, it was perfect because Peter tortured her incessantly. And then he went and pulled out her full name. "Why do you always add an 'abella' to the end of my middle name? It's Isabel, silly boy. And I---" She paused. This was true. Well, both were. He was strong, and she needed his hugs. "Fine, Peter Panning Newman. Silent treatment. Startning now." Faye faced him and raised a brow.
hey it’s, finished!
cause you’re awesome, peter
they’re all, a number
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ hope it's okay, kend!”
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Post by petesta on Feb 25, 2011 23:57:56 GMT -5
Peter grinned as she abandoned her first thought, realizing that her attempt to stop him would be in vain. "Perfect. Well, not the math thing. I swear, I'm going to figure out how to get out of that shitty class somehow. But the sleepover. Actually...scratch your dorm. Let's camp out tonight!" Peter exclaimed in a fit of excitement. His eyes widened as he spoke, the idea suddenly catching fire in his head and blazing through every previous thought. "Good God, that's exactly what we need! A pre-school year camping trip, Faye! Tell me you're as crazy about this idea as I am."
Peter furrowed his eyebrows. "French, huh? Is that what you're into these days? Hm. I'll have to make a mental note of that," Peter sighed. He made a face at the thought. The French were so...mean. Well, that wasn't true. But sleezy in his opinion. Then again, he hadn't had much experience with French men. Women, sure. But they were very, very nice. He grinned at the memory. While French women may bring a smile to his face, though, he wasn't so sure about their counterparts. Nor was he sure he wanted Faye anywhere near them.
Peter rolled his eyes. He knew she would mention his addition to her middle name. " I add the 'abella' because no one else calls you that. It's my own name for you. Then again...no one calls you 'my Tink' either. But they could. No one else would think to call you Isabella, see," he explained, though his logic was obviously lacking. It often was, but he didn't mind. Peter wasn't one for logic anyway. As she threatened the silent treatment his eyes widened. That was his one weakness. He hated when Faye pulled out the silent treatment, for she was terrible good at it. "Faye no....please, God, no."
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Post by tink on Feb 26, 2011 0:11:24 GMT -5
She laughed. Peter would find a way to try to get out of math. And take her with him, of course. As for the sleepover...er, now camp out, it sounded fun. "Alright. Buuut, we have to share a sleeping bag. Just like if we were sleeping in my dorm." She nodded. Faye didn't take up much room. Peter did, simply because of his height. "I'm completely crazy, Peter." She smiled. Besides, Faye liked snuggling up to Peter in the night.
She sighed. "I was joking, Peter. French boys are stupid. I perfer guys with muscle. And a sense of adventure." She smiled up at her best friend, hoping he caught the hint. There were, truthfully, no guys over the summer. She didn't feel up to flirting. All she wanted was Peter. But she didn't have him. She'd talked to Woody, flirted over phone and text some, but that really was it. And besides, Peter kinda knew what they did. Nothing too risque, though.
Of course. 'Abella' was different. That was it. The blonde ran a hand through her hair, eventually twisting a single piece around her index finger absent-mindedly. "Ingenius, Peter." She said with a smile and a nod. His logic may've made no sense, but it made all sense to Faye. Just like his expression following this. The silent treatment was torture. He begged for her to not do it. She walked over, poking a finger in his muscled chest. "Then give me a hint. Anything about my present, and I won't pull the silent treatment. Okay? She tilted her head slightly, batted her eyes, and smiled.
hey it’s, finished!
cause you’re awesome, peter
they’re all, a number
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ hope it's okay, kend!”
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Post by petesta on Feb 26, 2011 0:28:25 GMT -5
Peter's heart swelled at the sound of Faye's laugh. It truly was the greatest sound he'd ever known. There wasn't much laughter in the orphanage since Peter had decided to sulk his last few years. The first person he'd made laugh since his ticket out of that place was Faye. And from the first time he heard it, he knew that was what he wanted to hear from then on. While any laughter would do, Faye's was the best. Peter smiled at her insistence that they share a sleeping bag. "Ohh Faye. You just want to feel my new muscles," he teased, touching the tip of his index finger to the tip of her nose. He laughed as she agreed that she was crazy. "And that's what I love most about you, Tink."
Peter swallowed slightly, raising his eyebrows at her confession. He had a definite sense of adventure. And new muscles. Could it be possible that his best friend liked him? He let the thought turn in his mind, but it seemed ridiculous to him. It Faye liked him, she would've told him already. That's just the way she was. "So you have someone specific in mind?" he asked, not giving away his thoughts. He dared not tell her of his speculations for fear that she'd laugh at him. That would just be mortifying.
Peter watched her twirl a strand of her hair around her finger and he couldn't help but notice how cute it was. He pushed the thought from his mind blushing slightly at her compliment. "I don't know if I would say ingenious. Pretty close, though," he admitted. He loved that she understood his logic, or lack thereof, without any further explanation. The fact that Peter needed to be different from everyone else made sense to Faye. Just as Faye was different from everyone else Peter knew, Peter longed to be different from all those lucky enough to socialize with Faye. He narrowed his eyes at her as she named her terms. "Fine, you evil girl. Your present will take all day. That's all I'm telling you."
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Post by tink on Feb 26, 2011 0:40:59 GMT -5
Since freshmen year, Faye had pulled to get Peter to stay over, one summer. Her dad was somewhat okay with it, but the people from Peter's orphanage weren't. It irrated her. She needed her Peter all the time. Which made college, which loomed slightly, in two years, seem scary. Would they go to college together? Maybe if they dated. If. That magical two letter word that determined futures. "You caught me." She wiggled her nose when he touched it. "I love everything about you, Peter." She blushed when she said it, but smiled anyway.
Specific? Yes, of course. Peter Panning Newman, with his muscles and adventurousness. "Yeah, I do. You miight know him." Faye teased, leaving Peter to draw his own conclusions. Which she anxiously, internally, wanted to hear. He had to know it was him, right? He had to know. Who else could it be? Woody, maybe, but no one else. Really.
He was blushing. And it was adorable. "Definitely ingenius." She said with a nod. These two knew each other so well, it was odd. They could just say something and the other would totally understand. That was how Peter and Faye worked. They were like a team, a well-oiled nonsensical machine. She scoffed. "I am not evil! Just clever. And you know you love it, Peter. Don't deny." She turned and leaned slightly against him, giggling. "All day. Ooh. That sounds fun. I'm excited." Faye looked up, her blue eyes locking onto Peter's.
hey it’s, finished!
cause you’re awesome, peter
they’re all, a number
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ hope it's okay, kend!”
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