"S'up?" Binks nodded coming over to hug me briefly, "Long time now see kid"
"Tell us about it" I agreed.
"How's Hut?" Binks asked.
"He's fine" I answered.
"Still dissed about the whole Kate thing?"
"Damn! I'd forgot about that, I didn't ask" I cursed myself, how could I forget something like that?
"And the award for most considerate and thoughtful person is Wendy Darling" Binks laughed, holding out a hand as if to escort me up on stage.
"Why thank you kind sir" I grinned taking his hand allowing him to pull me towards him.
"So, being stalked then kidda?" Binks laughed.
"Yeah, how'd u guess?" I asked. Binks nodded his head over my shoulder and I turned around to see Peter standing there scowling. I sighed rolling my eyes.
"Ya gonna hook me up with a name?" Binks questioned.
"Binks, Peter, Peter, Binks" I said gesturing to both of them, Peter held out his hand which Binks shook awkwardly.
"So" Binks said raising his eyebrows slightly, "how's it goin' lad?"
"Good, and you?" Peter asked discomfited.
"Yeah lad, well Wend, short but sweet again but I better go check Hut, see ya round yeah?" Binks said holding out the hand I'd released once Peter had appeared. I took it pulling him towards me to hug him. "Don't leave me with him" I whispered in his ear.
"You'll be fine" Binks grinned against mine. He pulled away slightly to kiss my cheek. "Bye Lad!" he said before walking off in the direction of the shop leaving me alone in the park with Peter.
I was sitting on the swing swaying lightly with the breeze. Peter sitting next to me on the swing beside mine. "How long you known him for?" Peter asked.
"Forever" I grinned. Peter waited for me to expand but I was reluctant to give him more information. "I'm not going to get rid of you am I?" I enquired. Peter shook his head. I groaned.
"Especially not now I know where you live" he grinned. I moaned silently. Hang on though, if this dude wasn't stalking me I'd think of him as pretty hot. Might as well grab my chance.
"So, you know about me, what about you, your life?" I asked.
"What do you want to know?" he shrugged.
"Family, friends, house, school, stuff like that" I said.
"I don't have a family, died when I was born" he said solemnly, I was about to console him but he carried on. "I've got great friends from where I used to live, but they're too far away for me to hang out with now, I'm living where ever I find and as for school, don't kid with me, what's the point in it?" he carried on.
"Wait, so you're living on the street?" I asked outraged and surprised.
"No, that sounds really bad, I like to think of it as kipping on a park bench, under the stars" he grinned.
"But isn't it cold?" I questioned. He nodded shrugging.
"You get used to it, you know?" he smiled. I shook my head.
"No, it's dangerous though" I protested
"Not as dangerous as where I used to live." He shrugged.
"There is no way you can sleep outside tonight, the temperatures are below freezing!" I proclaimed.
"Well where you suggest I sleep?" Peter shouted, getting angry, this shocked me, in the short time I'd known him I never actually thought of him irritated. I considered this question and knew there was only one answer.
"My house" I suggested. Peter's eyes widened, obviously shocked by my proposal.
"Will that be ok?" He asked. I nodded.
"Sure, my mum and dad's away tonight anyway, you can just sleep on the couch in my room, as long as they don't see you it'll be fine" I said stressing the last few words. Peter indicated his agreement. "Come on then" I grinned getting up and holding out a hand for him to take. He beamed back at me taking my offered hand and jumping up as well.
"Nice place" Peter said looking round my room sprawling out on the couch. I telling you now, I was glad my mum had told me to tidy up yesterday or there'd be bra's and knickers all over the floor. "So what do we do?" Peter asked sitting up again. I shrugged.
"You hungry?" I asked. Peter's rumbling stomach answered that question and after we'd subsided laughing we ventured to the kitchen grabbing some sandwiches ready made and heading back to my room. I sat cross legged on my bed patting a spot next to me indicating Peter to come and sit down next to me. He grinned and followed my instruction. "And to think yesterday you hated me" he smiled. I shrugged.
We'd finished lunch in a comfortable silence. I quickly took the plates downstairs quickly washing them leaving Peter alone in my room. Bad idea. When I got back upstairs I say him reading a book whilst laughing. I looked carefully at the book recognising it instantly. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING READING MY DIARY?" I yelled. Peter looked up startled to say the least.
"Sorry, didn't think you'd mind" he smirked. I scowled at him.
"Hand. It. Over!" I ordered sternly. Peter obliged quickly realising I was not a girl to be messed with.
"So, in love with your best friend then?" he chuckled. I frowned at him.
"Don't say a word to him!" I yelled.
"Oh I won't, on one condition…" Peter started
Sorry it's a short chapter guys, and the cliffy, and the fact it's mainly speaking, if you have an idea what that condition could be don't be afraid to click the review button and suggest it : ) I'll try and update soon next time. Please Review, criticism and what you like : ) it'll help me for the next chapter!