Since he dreaded the next Friday it arrived quickly. Pietro hadn't bothered to contact either one of his sisters. He hasn't talked to them since college started for them, he figured it be suspicious to start trying to text or call them now. When he slowly approached Jane's dorm door, he felt like he were marching to his death.
"I'm not sure if I should show you what I've found
Has it gone for good?
Or is it coming back around?
Isn't it hard to make up your mind?
When you're losing and your fuse is fireside."
On the border of getting sick, he was only reassured when he heard the sound of the Arctic Monkeys on the other side of the door. Darcy can't have sex with someone at a sleepover, can she? They must not be doing it tonight. The sleepover that is. Besides, he had their regular order. The only way to know for sure would be to knock.
For a long time there was no answer. Pietro began to worry again. Well this wouldn't be the first time he'd have to knock again and knock louder. So he did.
When the door jerked open it wasn't Darcy. It wasn't even Jane. It was a man. He looked dapper if somewhat sleep-deprived and disheveled. His facial hair was a goatee, his hair dark and spiked up with gel; and he wore sweat pants and a black tank top – the kind guys worked out in to show off their muscles. It wasn't really doing anything for him since he was small. The only thing built on him were his biceps – just enough to impress a girl without having a rigorous workout program. "You must be Tony." Pietro stated. Is this really Darcy's type? Maybe it's only because he's rich.
"Yes. Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. You must be the pizza boy, judging by your hat and jacket and pizza boxes. May I?" Without waiting for an answer, Tony took both boxes from him and set them down on the coffee table. "Thanks. Well, I better skedaddle so if you could just get out of the way that would be super duper–"
"Tony?" Darcy came out of her bedroom wrapped in white sheets that stank and trailed on the floor behind her. She looked like she as on a quest, not like she was naked and sexed-up underneath.
"Darcy!" Tony did not approach her, though; his guilty start gave him away.
"What are you doing?" She squinted at him, and Pietro realized that this is the first time he has seen her without her golden glasses. Still, she looked like she knew exactly what he was doing, but she didn't want to believe it.
Tony's brown eyes darted over to where Pietro stood awkward and uncomfortable in the middle of this. "Let's talk about this in your room." He guided her by the elbow back in her room, and the track changed from an Arctic Monkey song to one Pietro recognized from the radio.
Suddenly Jane appeared at his side with the money. She was staring fixatedly at her roommate's door, concern painted boldly across her face. "How long were you there?" Pietro asked as he accepted the money.
"Long enough to see this." Jane still wasn't looking at him. "She's playing Sam Smith."
"Stay with Me." Pietro filled in the name. "Is that a bad thing? Better than Arctic Monkeys, right? They aren't having sex now."
Jane looked at him sidelong, "Well, Darcy picks her songs for a reason. That song means something. This isn't going to end well. I knew this would happen."
Pietro didn't know what to say or what to do. He figured changing the subject here and trying to distract her wouldn't be helpful. "Um…"
"You should just go." The words themselves were harsh to Pietro's smitten heart, but the apologetic look on Jane's face soothed the pain. All he could do was nod and close the door behind him as quietly as he could.
