Sweat trickles down the teenager's frame as she darts off the mat; feet hovering above it. Her bony fingers latched onto the High bar, her body swinging around the rod as she performs different twist and turns; deep in concentration. She finally let's go, performing her true objective, an aerial release.
She flips through the air, 1…2…3. Finally taking the dive with her last twirl and landing on the soft mat with a "THUMP." Her body is straight and her position is accurate. All is silent and then….a vast applauds sputters out of no where from her fellow Gymnastic members. Finally, after all the countless tries, she does it perfectly.
"Alice! You did it!" yells the female coach, a cap planted on her head and jersey around her plump body.
"Thanks…." Alice mumbles, her hair clinging to her sweat beaded forehead as she leaves the ring, strolling over to her possessions and taking it with her.
She heads straight towards the exit, the gust of wind blasting her hair out of her face as she leaves the entrance; departing.
"See you tomorrow!"
Alice exits the gym and notices the intense pouring rain, luckily she was already change in her heavy and dense apparel. She, instead of waiting for the bus decides to walk home- a puff escaping her lips. The coat is put on, providing warmth against the shower of water. Her umbrella placed over her head as shelter; droplets pelting down it.
Lavender orbs roams around the neighborhood with peach lips agape. The owner of those eyes is marveling at the sight of nature- absorbing her surroundings. Everything is slow and magnificent; sounds, sirens, and bickering blocked off. But it happens so suddenly, just like before. Her world is torn and she is zapped back to reality.
Peter was on his skateboard like usual, his damp coat covering his body from the heavy pour of rain. His eyes are glued to his camera, he, staring at the different assortments of photos; most of them which are Gwen.
He doesn't notice the girl before him-too busy with his infatuation, the board gaining speed. It takes a sharp turn, slamming the girl off her feet and into the puddles of murky liquid.
Alice is sprawled onto the muddy sidewalk, her cheeks slightly bruised and umbrella settled beside her-beyond clueless to what the heck just happened.
"I am SO sorry!" Peter frantically apologizes, his hazel eyes looming over the quiet teen who struggles to haul her self up. Offering a hand, the light words escapes his lips,
"Hey…you're that girl from earlier." He pronounces with recognition. Alice's chest raises slowly, her insides twisting along with her glowing cheeks
"Yes…." She manages to murmur, hair over her eyes like always.
"Um sorry about that…uh, what's your name?" She feels timorous, her throat parched like a suburban dessert; voice rigid.
"It's Alice…"
"Oh then um sorry, Alice." Peter addressed. Her name rolls off his tongue like honey, sweet to her ears. Alice's lips twitches ever so delicately as her heart bubbles up like hot brewed coffee. Happiness courses through her veins, traveling through out her body.
Peter was just about to leave but a voice ushers Alice to accompany him.
"Don't let this chance escape!" it hisses. She listens to the voice for once and bats at her muddy coat, grabbing her floral umbrella.
"Peter…."
Peter stops in his tracks, halted like a soldier in mid-march. How had she known his name? It sets an uneasy sensation within, but he shrugs it away, an act of blithe ignorance.
"Yes?"
"D-do you want to uh….er-I." The sentence is struggled, resistant to its true form of the words she truly wants to declare. It takes an valor motive to finally blubber out her dear plead.
"Do-you-want-to-share-the-umbrella-with-me?" Peter freezes, unsure of what to do at the moment. I mean-he barely knew her and it was awkward enough that she had already known his name without him addressing it.
He takes a moment to recuperate his thoughts and analyze what she had just blurted. The rain above them was not going to settle down any time soon. Instead, it pressed harder against his soaked body, his coat cleaving to his skin like glue-great. He didn't have too many options at the moment, it was now or never.
"Ssssure." He articulates. His final decision being vague,though it is enough to make Alice want to topple over with glee; mind swirling with uncertain feelings she is bloated with.
He lingers, waiting for her as he offers his hand to hold the round tarp on a stick. Just for a brief moment their fingers touch, hers tingle like electricity; bolts swarming around the tips of it. Though the question was, did Peter feel it too?
"So…" Peter rings out, already beside the shorter female. She looks at him in curiously, hair flipping along with the trees that brushed against the wind, the rain before them slowly giving up.
Peter notices her expression and it gives him a cue to speak out the question that he is dying to know.
"How did you know my name?" She freezes, breathing unsteady-unsure of what to say. What if she made the wrong move?
Alice continues to stroll down the street, civilians passing the quiet couple. "Well…" she starts, "You are vastly known as a photographer in our school, plus being in a few clubs allowed me to notice you." She is hesitant, but thankfully her answer is steady, a quite decent reason too.
Just imagine if she declared that she had liked him ever since intermediate, her eyes batting like an exited fan girl whose hands were clasped together-staring at her idol. It would be certain that he would flee….
"You're in clubs? What clubs do you participate in?" Although the question is true, she still feels bummed that he never noticed her; sulking a bit before she answers.
"I'm in Gymnastic, Kendo and Aikido."
"Whoa-that's a lot!" Peter blurts, astonished that he never seen her. He chuckles fore missing the obvious. Was he really that clueless? I guess now would be a proper time to get to know her.
An endearing giggle escapes Alice's lips and Peter smiles, the ambiance brighter. With that he is finally at his porch, partially disappointed that he had wasted a great opportunity to find out more about her, but none the less, grateful to be home.
"Thanks Alice and see you at school." With that he opens the screen door, looking back one last time before turning to embrace his Aunty.
Alice's face grows warm as she strolls home, a few blocks away.
"Thank you Peter…."
Aunt may wrap's her arms around her nephew, "Peter!" she says in glee, planting a tender kiss on his cheeks. Glad to see her beloved nephew. It was as if he was a toddler just yesterday, now a grown man that towered over her aging poise. His uncle enters the kitchen, the stench of cooked dinner forcing its way to his nostrils. He pats the young lads back, the boy yelping in pain though covering it up quickly like a culprit at a crime scene.
"Peter my boy. How was school?" The silver haired man asked, trying not to gag at the thoughts of dinner, he certainly knew what he would have to endure.
"Great! Though, I got to go upstairs to do my…essay. Be back." Peter races up the stairs. Wood creaking under his soaked sneakers and somehow he avoids from slipping.
Uncle Ben and Aunt May look at each other strangely, shrugging it off. Aunt May watches her cooked meal intently, placing a glove over her hand and taking out the tray of meatloaf. Uncle Ben wouldn't be able to escape this one.
Peter's sneakers are removed; socks snuggled inside the rubber footwear. He plops down onto his rolling chair, connecting his digital camera to his bright screened laptop. Scrolling through pictures he inserts the one he desires.
After going through several procedures, an affectionate smile is plastered on his handsome face. Gwen decorates his computers background as he daydreams about her, oblivious that another is thinking about him.
Alice fumbles with her keys as she finally finds the right piece of metal. Inserting it into the gap of the wooden door, she turns at the knob; now unlocked.
She enters inside the vacant house, her expression emotionless. No one is home as expected, parents schedule too hectic to be lingering around at home. It seems that tonight would be hollow and uncomforting. Alice was alone once again, nothing but herself and the empty shadows of the illuminated curtains to keep her company.
Pushing her thought's aside she opens the door to her room. The ceiling fan is elevated above her lavish and soft purple rug that is set in front of her velvety and cozy bed. In an instant Alice embraces the comforting blankets, staring at the bland ceiling; thoughts on him as she wished that some day, just maybe, they could be ardent lovers.
If only he knew….
(It would mean a lot if I could get some reviews. Advice and other comments would be pleasing to receive. I'm okay with flaming but please note this is my first story and I'm just a young teenager D: )
Next Chapter will explain how Peter got his powers. It will also involve more interacting. :3 Please stay tuned
