A/N: Thank you to everyone who's read, reviewed, favorited, and followed! I'd just like to say that I mention three songs in the chapter and that you should look them up when you come across them in the chapter because they make it so much better (at least it does for me- I find it funny when I read and listen together). If you do, let me know how it works and if it makes it funnier for you, I'd like to know :)


Peter couldn't believe what he was seeing. There was no realm of reality where this could be happening, yet here it was. He took another clandestine glance through her window, thankful for the cover the tree he was perched in provided.

He wanted to get to know better, and while he normally would get to know people by going through their belongings, Peter felt that Holly wouldn't appreciate the sentiment. So, here he was, doing the next best thing by spying on her to learn what her plans for today were. It kept him up half the night trying to figure out who she could possibly know well enough in the town to have plans with already. A dark part of his mind kept suggesting that he wasn't the only guy to have noticed how heavenly and fiery she was.

Holly's bedroom window was wide open, letting the warm late-morning summer air in. The house telephone was right outside her bedroom (he couldn't help himself from breaking into the house earlier, but he definitely left her room alone), so if he stayed quiet enough, he just might hear where she intended to go today, assuming she'd call or be called about her plans.

Considering she was a social seventies teen, he felt like awaiting a call was his best bet; girls loved the telephone.

Peter expected to hear the telephone call and see her get ready for her plans. He certainly did not expect to see his disco princess lip-syncing to Janis Joplin into her hair brush as she watched herself in the mirror perform like she was singing to an adoring crowd at Woodstock.

Holly whipped her head to the side as she passionately lip-synced to "Piece of My Heart," letting herself get lost in the raw emotion of the song. Her grandparents were currently at their store, leaving her with free reign over the house, and she used this time to frolic through her bedroom, pretending that she was some sixties hippie goddess.

It seemed silly, if she were to actually think about herself jumping onto her bed to sing the chorus, but she didn't care- it felt amazing to just let loose once in a while. Besides, there was nothing quite like the sounds of Woodstock to really make you dance.

Peter closed his mouth once he realized he was gaping. Who knew she had it in her? He got an idea, a way to impress her without pressing her up something and kissing her senseless. His mother told him girls appreciate large displays of affection, and that was what he intended to do.

He climbed down from the tree and took off running in a northern direction.

One hour later, Holly knocked on the door and pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head. Moments later, Wanda Maximoff let her into the house.

"Ignore my mother and her miserable taste in music," Wanda muttered darkly, leading Holly into the kitchen.

"Hi, Ms. Maximoff," Holly greeted brightly, "my name's Holly Hamilton. My grandparents own the Corner Store down the road."

Pausing from her mopping the floor in time to the beat of "Copacabana," Ms. Maximoff smiled at the new girl knowingly. "Hi dear, I've heard so much about you from the twins."

Wanda rolled her eyes. "Mom, where are the lawn chairs? We want to tan in the backyard."

"They're on the lawn already," M. Maximoff replied, begging to mop again. "Oh, before you go out, do you know where your brother's gotten off to now? I haven't been able to find him and I've looked everywhere."

Wanda shrugged. "Not a clue," she replied, leading Holly out of the door in the kitchen to the backyard. They walked over the lawn and stopped in front of the two lawn chairs.

"Your mom seems nice," Holly commented, looking over the new magazines Ms. Maximoff had laid out on the chairs for the girls.

"She doesn't want to scare you away," Wanda remarked, removing the clothes that were over her magenta bikini. "We don't get a lot of people over the house who aren't in law enforcement and after Peter for stealing something."

Holly laughed, trying to picture how Peter would deal with the police with his authority complex. "I imagine that has to be funny," she replied, removing her own clothing that she wore over her polka dot bikini. She sat down next to Wanda.

Wanda snorted in amusement as she peered at Holly over the rim of her sunglasses. "You do realize you're wearing a yellow bikini, right?"

Holly opened a magazine and blew a bubble with her gum. "So?"

Wanda snickered and grabbed a magazine too. "All I'm saying is that Peter will definitely have something to say about your little yellow polkadot bikini."

"Why wouldn't he have something to say about my bikini?" Holly retorted, scanning her eyes over an article about waxing. "I wore it specifically to get a rise out of him. It looks great on me."

"Ew, could you not?" Wanda interrupted sourly. "I mean, I'm thrilled you've found a love interest," she was cut off by Holly making a startled noise in the back of her throat.

"He's not a love interest," Holly interrupted hastily. "I just like seeing him struggle to impress me."

Wanda raised her eyebrows and laughed. "Struggle to impress you? Holly, he told us all about your sordid kiss in the car."

"He did what?" Holly exclaimed in utter mortification.

"Relax," she replied flippantly. "I was mocking him last night about his poor track record with girls and your attractive looks, and well… he just kind of blurted it out."

"Oh, my God, I am going to kill him," Holly muttered.

"Kill who? Can I help? I can bury the body for you," Peter said quickly, appearing in front of the girls.

"Mom was looking for you, moron," Wanda replied in a bored tone, not bothering to look up from whatever she was reading. Him randomly appearing in front of her hadn't startled her since she was a child.

"Whatever, I'm sure it can wait," Peter said, dismissing her. He turned towards Holly and ran his eyes over her body. "Interesting choice of bikini, Holls."

Holly closed her eyes in annoyance. "My name is Holly."

"Has anyone ever called you Holls before?" he asked, trying to push all of her buttons.

"Not twice."

Peter chuckled and passed a paper bag to her. "I got this for you."

Holly took the bag and looked inside. "A flower crown?" she asked, taking out the purple and white flower crown inside. She placed it on her head.

"A flower crown for the disco princess who secretly loves Woodstock," he replied lightly, as if he hadn't just revealed himself.

Holly's eyes widened in horror. "You didn't."

Peter only smirked smugly in response. "Anyways, gotta fly, but it was a nice chat," he said quickly. "But that really is a fantastic bikini, Holls."

In a blink of an eye, he was gone.

"I told you he'd have something to say about it," Wanda muttered. "What's the deal with the Woodstock crown?"

"I don't want to talk about it," Holly said, mortified even further.

All of a sudden, drifting through the windows of the house, came the sound of music.

One song in particular.

"I am going to murder your brother," Holly yelled indignantly, jumping out of her chair and walking towards the house with an angry look on her face.

"Maybe you should put something over your itsy-bitsy teenie-weenie yellow polkadot bikini before you murder him?" Wanda yelled to her new friend, laughing harder than she had in a while.

"Shut up!" Holly yelled back. She threw the kitchen door open, seeing Peter leaning back in a chair with his feet on the table, an orange popsicle in his mouth. "Turn it off right now."

"Why would I do that?" Peter replied casually. "It's a song all about your bikini. It's perfect."

"You're the worst."

Peter shrugged. "Maybe, but you're attracted to me, so what does that say about you?"

Holly pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at him. "I must have bad taste," she snapped in annoyance.

"Yet you keep coming back to me, darling," he chuckled.

Holly turned around and stalked angrily out to the lawn chairs, sitting down in a huff.

"How did that go?" Wanda asked in amusement.

"I don't want to talk about it," Holly replied tersely as a new song drifted out through the house.

Come and Get Your Love by Redbone.

Wanda had to give it to her brother, apparently he did actually know how to pick up attractive girls, after all.