Author's Note: Wow. I liked all the reviews I got, and it's good to know that people are interested in this story. I tried to make who the visitors were somewhat of a mystery, but nothing gets by you guys! Yeah, I know it was obvious. I noticed that there are some intense hardcore Pia fans out there but, to be honest, I don't know how this will end. Could be Pia. Could be Parcy. Or maybe I'll make it into a Pav story just to piss you guys off. I'm just kidding, but wouldn't that be hilarious? Peter FTW! :D Anyway, here is parte dos!
Homecomings (Part Two)
"Mia!" I exclaimed in surprise, "What are you doing here?"
"Well, I have a week off from work and school at the same time, so I thought I'd pay a visit to my hometown." She explained, with that dazzling model smile still there on her face.
"Cool! It's great to see you!" I nodded. Then I just stood there awkwardly. Reunions could be so…uncomfortable.
"Well, you can sit down. We really need to catch up."
"I know…but I have to work."
"Oh, come on. Your customers can wait a few minutes. This is important." She urged almost pleadingly, taking my hand and guiding me into the seat across from her. She brushed her smooth, dark brown hair out of her eyes, which were still just as warm and lovely as I remembered. If anything, she probably got even more beautiful, which is incredible considering that she was already beautiful enough to be a model in the first place. But it wasn't just her physical features. It was the way she moved. She just seemed so comfortable with herself. Like she was perfectly at ease wherever she went now that she had been to another country. She was just so poised. So confident. Exotic. Breathtaking. And so totally out of my league. She fascinated me. In fact, she was so fascinating that I began to stare. So fascinating that I didn't notice that I was doing it until she began to speak.
"Umm…Peter?" she asked, "Are you okay?" She looked confused, but I could see a gleam in her eye that told me that she was amused by the fact that I was gazing at her.
"Oh…yeah," I replied, trying to brush it off like it was nothing, "I was just…staring at your limo."
"Right…" she agreed hesitantly.
"So how did you manage to pull that off?"
"My agent was proud of the great job I've been doing, so she rented it for me to use while I'm in Toronto."
"That's awesome! Do you have a driver?"
"Yeah. His name is Henry."
"Really? I figured that limo drivers always had weird names like…Jacques or Bernard or Fromage."
"Why would a limo driver be named cheese?" she questioned confusedly.
"Huh?"
"You never took French in high school, did you?"
"No…"
"Then never mind."
"So…how is Paris?"
"Oh! It's so beautiful!" she gushed, " You'd never understand why it's called the 'City of Lights' unless you've actually experienced it for yourself. The food is so good, especially the croissants. But I was never able to bring myself to try escargot. And the people are so friendly!"
"Really? I thought the French hated Canadians."
"All the things about the French hating different people are stereotypes. They were all really nice."
"That's good. So where are your mom and Izzy?"
"Paris. I came alone."
"Cool. So where are you staying?"
"That's…kinda what I wanted to talk to you about. I booked a hotel, but it was kind of last minute. None of their rooms will open up until tomorrow morning. And I know that you have a condo, so I was wondering if you'd be willing to let me stay there with you tonight." She looked up at me hopefully.
"Actually, I sold my condo to Spinner. I live in a dorm at TU."
"Oh…" she looked down, a bit disappointed. God, it was impossible to say no to her.
"But my roommate is visiting his parents, so you could sleep in his bed."
"Really? Will he mind?"
"What he doesn't know won't hurt him."
"Yes! I was afraid I might have had to sleep in the streets."
"I would never let that happen to you."
"Thanks."
"Waiter! Is my Coke ready yet?" I heard that girl shout from behind me.
"Sorry. I gotta take this customer. I'll be right back." I apologized and then stood up. She waved as I walked away. I got the Coke quickly and then came to the girl's table, "Here is your soda." I said, setting the drink on the table.
"Took you long enough," she grumbled, sticking a straw in the Coke angrily, "You know, I have to feed two people here." She commented, gesturing toward her huge stomach. I thought she was just overweight.
"Sorry," I said quickly, then turned around and looked at Mia, who was trying to hide her laughter. I sat down and she spoke.
"I feel so sorry for you."
"It's fine. But speaking of babies, how 's Izzy?"
"Well she's not a baby anymore. She just turned six a few weeks ago. But she's doing great. She's learning French very quickly and she's even made some new friends." She always seemed so proud when she talked about her daughter.
"Cool. Is she charming all of those little French boys?" I asked jokingly.
"Yup. She learned from her mother."
"Oh, so you're having fun with the French guys, too? Partying all night? That's setting a bad example." I warned her.
"No. Not really. Actually, I haven't really dated anyone. I've made some friends and went on some dates, but I haven't been really attached to anyone. I guess French guys just aren't for me." She shrugged, "But how about you? Do you like any girls at TU?"
"Nah. They're all too smart for me." She laughed.
"So does that mean you're barely scraping by with your marks?"
"Actually, I have been doing well. But they still make me feel stupid. And my job isn't really helping me with my grades or with the ladies."
"Oh. Well do you like it there?"
"Yeah. University is a lot of work, but it's also fun."
"I guess I'm missing out."
"You're a model in Paris. You're not missing anything." I assured her.
"I guess not."
"So who else do you plan on visiting here?"
"I don't know. I always expected that if I ever came back here, I would just randomly meet all my friends on the streets. I guess that sort of happened here, but I haven't seen Holly J. or Anya or Chantay or anyone."
"Well, they're still at Degrassi. Maybe if you stopped by there you'd see them."
"Yeah. Maybe I'll do that tomorrow."
"Tomorrow is Saturday. I don't know if they'd be there."
"Right. Time has been all screwed up in my head ever since I got off the plane."
"Oh."
"But listen…I need to talk to you. About us."
"Us?"
"Mhm."
"Okay. Go on."
"I'm sorry that you got into that mess last year. You know…with the meth."
"Just so you know," I interrupted, "I'm clean now."
"I'm so glad to hear you say that. You're strong. I knew that you'd get on the right track. But I feel like I should have been more supportive instead of leaving you like that. I'm sorry."
"It's fine. My band left me, too."
"Oh…that sucks."
"Yeah. Drugs do a lot of sucky things. I try not to dwell on that part of my life too much."
"Well, have things gotten better?"
"Yeah. I was let back in the band, but then the band broke up after Spinner found out about Jane's affair with Declan and married Emma while Jane and Danny went to university."
"Wow. You're gone for a year and you miss so much."
"Well, that was a crazy time."
"And what about Sav?" Crap. I forgot about him. I looked over to the counter, but it seemed like he was gone. I hoped he wasn't mad at me for ignoring him.
"I'll be right back." I got up and went to the counter to grab my phone and call him, but I saw a yellow sticky note instead. It had Sav's handwriting on it.
Well…I see that you're kind of busy right now. I'll just go.
-Sav
P.S. Mia totally wants you! I can tell. You can do it, man!
I rolled my eyes. Mia would never think about dating me again. She lived thousands of miles away from me. I looked back at her, and she smiled and motioned for me to come back.
Or would she…?
Author's Note: Just so you know, the annoying blonde girl was supposed to be Jenna. I know she's not pregnant anymore, but I forgot when I wrote that and I don't feel like changing it. Anyway, I hope I didn't make Peter too…poetic…at that one part in the beginning. But who knows what goes on in Peter's head? Mia's staying in Peter's room! :O Wonder what will happen there…Hehehe. So, review if you feel like it. :D
