A/N: Here's chapter two. Please R&R.
DISCLAIMER IN FIRST CHAPTER
Chapter Two
PETER POV
We were sitting at Matt's Dad's repair shop, in the back room. Earlier, Wendy had informed me that they called it Home Base. She sat down next to me on the couch. As soon as her leg brushed mine I tensed. Damnit, Peter. Pull yourself together, I told myself. I didn't understand why she was having this effect on me, I barely know her.
"So, we have a minor problem. Well, actually, we have two," Nate said.
"Nate, just tell us," John, Wendy's older brother who seemed to like me, said.
"Fine, one: we've got to start bringing in more money, so my dad is asking if some of us can start taking up extra shifts," Matt said.
"I'll help," Wendy said quickly.
"Me too," John said.
"Cool. Me and Matt are going to too. Now, problem number two: The Pirates aren't too happy with us," Nate said.
"Before you ask, The Pirates are one of our rival gangs," Wendy said informed me, "Also, when are they happy with us?" She said to Nate.
"Never, but they are extra mad because this dumbass over here, decided that hooking up with Hook's girl was a bright idea," Matt said looking at Nate accusingly.
"Hey, I said I was sorry, but-"
"Did you say Hook, as in James Hook," I interrupted.
"Yeah, why? Do you know him?" John said.
"Shit. Why is he here, god damnit? I thought I lost him," I whispered.
"Dude, do you know him?" Michael said.
"What? Oh, yeah. We used to be best friends until I realized that he was a raging asshole, now we hate each other," I replied.
"What happened?" Wendy asked curiously.
"Long story short, he betrayed me and tried to kill me, literally," I said as all the rage started coming back to me. It had been four years since I left. I thought I lost the bastard. When will he give up?
"Wow, okay," Matt said.
"Hey guys, I knew him pretty well. I think that I could be of service. That is, of course, if you let me join The Lost Boys," I offered.
"You have to know cars, cause you have to work in the shop. So, do you know cars?" Nate asked.
"Yep."
"Okay, go to the front and wait while we talk this out." Wendy instructed.
I walk to the front and waited for about ten minutes. Then Wendy came out with the verdict.
"You're almost in. All you have to do is pass a test. Not like a school test, but a car test."
"Okay, what's the test?"
"You have to take apart an engine and put it back together in five minutes."
"Okay, let's go."
We walked to the main room, and parked there was the most beautiful car I had ever seen. It was a 1964, red Mustang convertible, in perfect condition.
I whistled, "Holy shit. That's a beauty."
"Don't screw her up or you're dead. That's our ride and my baby," Wendy warned.
"Damn, you've got a sick ass ride."
"Yep, are you ready?" She asked as the guys came in.
"Yep, start the timer."
"Ready, set, go!"
I started instantly. It was a very simple engine, and I finished with thirty seconds to spare.
"You're in!" Everyone exclaimed.
We left shortly after that. Wendy and I took the Mustang and her brothers took their mom's Honda. So, it was just the two of us alone in the car, with her driving me home. We were pretty silent, but it wasn't awkward. We both reached for the radio at the same time and our hands touched and we both tensed. Stay calm, I told myself. It didn't work. I didn't know what was wrong with me. We pulled our hands away at the same time. We stopped at a red light and she looked at me. Her amazing green eyes, that looked a lot like mine, searched my face. I tried to read expression and my eyes landed on her lips. They looked so soft, and I wanted to kiss her more than I've ever wanted anything in my whole life. The light turned green and she zoomed off.
When we pulled into my house I asked if she wanted to come in, and she said yes.
"Where are your parents?" She asked when she walked in.
"I don't have any."
"Really? You live here alone? How do you afford a place like this?"
"Um, my parents died when I was fifteen. They were rich, so I have enough money in my bank account to last me over a lifetime."
"Cool."
"Want something to drink?"
"Sure, do you have a Ginger Ale?
"Yeah," I said as I grabbed a glass and filled it up. I handed it to her and out our fingers touched again. She dropped the glass.
"Shit." We both went to clean it up. She looked up at me and our gazes locked. I leaned in and lightly kissed her. Her lips are so fucking soft, I thought. We melted together and the kissed deepened. I finally pulled away, out of breath. Her phone buzzed and she checked it.
"Shit, sorry. I have to go," She said as we got up and walked towards the door. I opened it and she started walking away.
"Wendy!" I called out after her.
"Yeah?"
"Would you like to go out with me this Saturday?"
"Yes, I would." Then she left.
Shit, what have I done.
