I was in my room practicing violin. "Be careful of your finger spacing," Father said from the chair.
Although he'd never admit it, I'm pretty awesome at the violin. I don't mean to brag or anything but I can play God Save The Queen.
The phone rang and Father picked up the phone on my desk. "Yes?"
As Father listened to the man talk I couldn't tell whether he was receiving good or bad news. His face remained cold and unimpressed.
"We'll be there shortly," Father hung up the phone. "Yes!" He suddenly was filled with excitement. "Stay here!" Father kissed my head and ran down stairs like a child at Christmas.
"What's going on?" Dad asked.
"There was a suicide," he started.
Why is he so excited for that?!
"The girl was depressed but she has bruises and no note!"
"Sherlock calm down, the neighbors will hear you getting excited about a girl killing herself."
The door opened and closed and I was left alone.
"Alright guys, see you later," I said to myself.
I continued playing the violin until the doorbell rang. I grabbed a pocketknife because I've realized that every time I'm alone some villain comes to attack me.
I walk down stairs continuing playing the song. I couldn't see who the person was since my door doesn't have a window. Slowly I lifted the bow away from the strings to unlock the door and opened it.
I placed the bow back and began to play again. My foot widened the door. Only, there wasn't anyone there.
"Hello?" I asked confused and a little frightened.
"Hey there!" Peter dropped down. He was hanging upside down from the door frame.
I don't think I could have jumped any harder. "Geeze Pete!" My violin screeched.
He flipped down and gave me the biggest hug. "Since when do you call me Pete?" He asked as he covered my face in kisses. Peter had the biggest smile on his face.
I couldn't help but giggle like a school girl. "Since when is my door used for Parkour?"
"I got these for you!" Peter showed me a bouquet he had behind his back.
They were beautiful. I couldn't hide my smile. "Lilies, right?" He said looking at me, "They were your Mom's favorite, lilies."
I forced out a small laugh of amazement, trying not to cry. "Yeah, actually."
I put my violin down on my couch. I ran to the kitchen looking for a vas. "Is there a reason for all this?" I grabbed a vas, "It's not our anniversary is it?"
"I can't just give you flowers?" He asked. I put the lilies in the vas and put them on the side table next to Mom's chair.
I looked at them and smiled. Peter grabbed me from behind and kissed my neck. I tried not to completely melt at his touch.
He kissed up to my ear and licked my lobe. Chills went down my back. I gripped on to my shirt and closed my eyes.
He ran his fingers over my skin softly feeling everything. I turned around and kissed him.
His hands placed themselves on my hips and I grabbed his shoulders. Our mouths attached and I never wanted them part.
His fingers slid under my shirt and tucked themselves on the rim of my pants. My fingers ran threw his hair.
"Calling all troops! We need back up!" A walk-e-talk-e yelled from his back pocket.
He pulled away and looked at me. "Hey," he started, "I got to go."
I looked up at him upset.
"But I would have the house to myself tomorrow," he kissed my cheek.
"Well, I'll see you than," I said.
"Can I leave my clothes here?" He asked as he unzipped his hoodie to show his Spider-Man costume.
"Sure, I'll give them back tomorrow."
He took off his jeans and slipped on his mask. And like that he was gone.
~Hamish Holmes