She deffinitely wasnt expecting an encounter with that one boy that frustrated her living every time she saw him appear. The smile of never existing problems, his calmness, and that way of blending with nature. Her smile melted down like wax, her spirit collapsed weakly, and the anger returned to her with double fury. However, Peter Turner had placed the umbrella over her small figure, and was blocking the rain away.

"why are you here, soaking yourself, and all alone?" he inquired curiously, yet a note of concern floated in his voice.

"that's none of your business Turner, get lost!" Liz hissed through gritted teeth, clenched jaw trying to keep his teeth from crackling and revealing exactly how frozen she was.

Peter was not to give up that easily, he was not that kind of men who turned around and left a girl to her luck. He insisted when he knew he had, and this woman, although refusing him, needed help, and he was there to help her. He circled her body and kneeled before her, forcing her to look down into his blue eyes, into his calm features, his young, innocent self. And Liz saw, for the first time ever since she met him, that there was a noble heart under that subrealist body, and that his concern was far from a lie, for it was true and honest.

"it isn't, but perhaps it will be if we go inside, take a warm coffee, and introduce ourselves, want to?" Peter invited with a smile, extending his hand to her.

Liz hesitated, that smile, that concern, all seemed honest, and still she had convinced herself that this boy was no good to her reputation at school. And still that hand, so delicate and young, yet manly, that same hand was so tempting, and it expressed so much confidence, it basicly screamed at Liz to trust him. And gently, slowly, taking her time and Peter great patience, Elisabeth Adams placed her hand on top of his. And that was all they needed to seal a relation that was to beggin between them.

"my name is Peter Turner, but you can call me Peter!" said Peter aiding Liz to stand up with a bright smile on his lips.

"my name is Elisabeth Adams, but call me Liz!" Elisabeth said with a faint giggle, and standing up with an attempt of delicacy that barely scratched the fine manners of a lady under all that weight of humid clothes.

Peter smiled, pleased, seeing that sparkle of brief simpathy shinning in the fantastic eyes of the teenager. He was glad, not that he had found a friend, but that she had found someone in whom she could trust.

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Both sat at a coffee place, Liz shivering exageratedly, which made Peter place his jean jacket around the woman's shoulders. Liz smiled with a thankful grin, and snuggled closer to the jacket, trying to get rid of the cold feeling.

"well, do you trust me now?" he inquired calmly, taking his time in his question, drinking a sip of coffee while he spoke.

"my boyfriend, Jason, forgot for the fifth time that we were supposed to meet today, and I'm tired of his constant forgetfulness!" Liz basicly spat, angry, throwing all her fury out.

Peter took a very tranquil sip of the dark and sour fluid, slightly sweettened with a spoonfull of sugar. A friendly smile appeared in his lips, understanding and overall trustworthy. His eyes silently glittered, telling her to go on with her problems, to scream them to the world and get rid of that weight that, slowly, squished her spirit.

"and it's not only that, but also his selfishness, he only thinks about him all the time, he's such an egocentric! Can you believe it? Every holyday it's the same, he goes to a vacation not even remembering I exist, then he always says ·I have to study, but we'll meet one of this days· as if making me a favor!" Liz nearly screamed, her voice had started to crack due to an strangled sob that crouched treacherously inside her throat.

Peter's manly but soft hand gently grabbed the woman's sharp fingers, his thumb caressing the terse, teenager skin gently. Liz's eyes looked up, shinny, bright, yet her face was that of surprise, feeling a warmth that made her hair stand on ends, yet at the same time she felt a pleasure she comparised to that of a warm bath. Peter smiled at her, a sly smile, a gentle curve on his lips, a shy wave on the rosy and sensitive flesh, but a gesture that made her know Peter was there for her, no matter his scentric personality he was one in a million. And now she knew.

"and I love him, I truly do, but he doesn't seem to realize, he doesn't seem to know that it isn't enough just to tell me a million times that he loves me, he has to show it, through acts, but he doesn't. Sometimes I think that he doesn't love me anymore, that he doesn't care...that...that..." Liz yelled out, spilling all her doubts, all her frustrations and anger through a flow of her voice.

The woman collapsed, her voice finally cracked, breaking into a million pieces of fluid that streamed down her cheeks, like tiny pieces of salty diamonds which glittered under the dim light of the cafe. She shut her eyes tightly and let her body convulse in silent sobs, emiting a very faint sigh from time to time, yet keeping her whole despair as quiet as possible. Peter's hand clenched the smaller one tighter, yet with a comforting pressure far from painful, while the other rubbed away the humid tears that illuminated her rosy cheeks. A comforting smile appeared in his lips, yet while it went unseen by the woman she could feel the calm radiating from his soul.

"it's ok Liz, shhh, it's ok, why don't you tell him all this?" Peter inquired calmly, drying his humid hand discretely against the dark, dull green of his pants.

"Tell him?" snapped Liz, her eyes oppening abruptly, an angry expression in them, puffy and reddish, nearly bloody from the itchy sensation of tears, "I have! A million times! And what has he done? Place me as the bad one, and the one who doesn't know, the one who is wrong! And all because he's mr. I'm-So-Perfect who has the school's best grades!" growled Liz with a dangerous similarity to a wild wolf.

"why don't you leave him?" inquired Peter calmly, never retreating his hand from the woman's feathery touch, raising an eyebrow in an expression that reflected consequence.

"leave him...yes, I've thought about that, but, I love him!" explained Liz staring into an inexistent space, thoughtful, almost crystaline expression in her fascinating eyes.

Peter examined her carefully. It was not in his unexperienced understanding to know why this woman loved a man that ignored her greatly, and seemed not to even realize her existence unless it was for his own, and egoistical pleasure.

"but I need...I need to feel whole again, to vibrate under each kiss, to feel the heat of passion, the fire of lust, to melt under the flame of expert hands, to scream with the rush of adrenaline...to...to...to experience a love returned, that sensation of being cared for...it's all I ask!" Liz explained in such a complex way it was impossible not to realize what she desired, which was nothing more than the existence of a person who would give her the world if asked.

"hum...something like what you feel when you fly?" commented Peter innocently, a vibrating smile twitching at the corner of his lips.

"yeah...something like flying!" answered the woman with a smile, the first true smile Peter had seen in the whole afternoon. It was a pleasant smile, reflecting that sensation of peace that seemed to rest within Liz. Without knowing it, Liz had granted Peter with the key of her heart, revealing a great deal of the problems she refused to comment with anyone else. And this would allow Peter to show her more than her imagination could create.

"but we have spoken a lot about me, tell me a bit about yourself, what brought you to London? Because you are knew here, right?" inquired Liz pulling away her hand, suddenly feeling akward and uncomfortable.

"indeed, I'm not!" commented Peter flashing a charming smile, "I came with my parents, dad's job and all, and took my time to look for a person it's been a long time I don't see" explained the boy passing a hand nervously through his golden hair.

"I've got an idea Peter, I'll help you look for that person, ok? What's his or her name?" inquired Liz with a bright and cheerful smile, and an excitement that shook her whole body nervously.

"it's..."

To Be Continued...

AN: are you liking it? I know this might be a bit boring but I promise it's gonna get way better, and there will be a great adventure, and a great twist in the story that I hope you will enjoy.