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Peter was in the living room, reading.
"I came to apologize," Marie said, "So, sorry." She began to walk away, heading towards Warren who was waiting just around the corner, when Peter stopped her.
"Fine," he said, "Tell Warren sorry for me, kay?"
"Will do," Marie muttered. She turned the corner and looked intently at Warren. "Happy?" Warren nodded. Marie shoved past him and headed for her room, but Warren caught her arm.
His eyes apologized for making her do it.
"It's alright," Marie said, "I just need some peace from all of these people." He raised his eyebrows.
"Fine, a fly sounds good actually."
He smiled, proud of himself, and pulled her to the nearest window, jumping out. Marie's stomach dropped, as usual. Warren took her higher then usual, but she really didn't mind. She was thinking absently to herself, when Warren nudged her.
"Hm?" she asked. "Oh. A few more minutes would be nice, unless you have to be someplace?"
He shook his head. Marie trailed into thought again, and then Warren began to drop, until he finally landed.
"So, I'll see you at dinner," she shrugged, "I'm going to shower." Marie hurried away and quickly got the clothes she needed and went into the girl's bathroom on her floor to take a long, cold shower. She met Warren at dinner, and they ate silently (which was odd, at least on her part), she usually had many things to say, since he was the only person she talked to.
"Oh, Peter says sorry." Warren perked up. Marie groaned, "Nothing else, just sorry." He sighed.
"So, what did you do after I left?" Marie asked. He tilted his head from side to side.
"Nothing, eh?" Marie said, "Fun times." They continued eating.
Later that night, Warren was sitting in the yard alone, as Marie watched the scene from her window. A group of guys bounded around the corner, and Warren looked curiously upon them.
"Hey look, dude, it's that fag!" One of them shouted, Bobby Drake.
"And he's starring at us! Quick men, hide!" John laughed, pretending to run away.
Peter simply glanced at Warren. Warren blushed, and half-smiled.
"Ooooooh! He's smiling at you, Pete! Why don't you go make love to him?" Bobby chuckled.
"C'mon guys, leave him alone," Peter sighed.
"What, you don't like the bird, do ya?" John asked.
"Of course not!" Peter scoffed, not very convincing.
"Prove it, Tin Man, go tell him off," Bobby dared.
"Tell him to wipe that fuckin' smile off his face," John urged.
"Guys…" Peter sighed.
"Go!" Both males said in unison. Peter groaned, and reluctantly walked over to Warren.
"Hi," he breathed. Warren smiled brightly at him. Peter groaned. "So, uh…"
"C'mon fag! Just tell him off!" Bobby shouted.
Peter took a deep breath, "Wipe the smile off your face."
Warren stared blankly at him. John sighed and rushed over, "Hey homo, why don't you fuckin' stop smiling and go screw your girlfriend, unless you'd prefer our pal Peter here?"
"Well hello asshole, why don't you go screw your girlfriend? He's waiting for you," Marie retorted, suddenly appearing, it was obvious she was talking to John and referring to Bobby.
"Well hello, Roguie, fancy you comin' to your boy's rescue," Bobby smiled.
"Guys, let's just go," Peter said.
"No, three against two, we can take um. Peter, take Rogue with Bobby, I'll get fag-face," John instructed.
As Bobby took a step towards Marie, Warren stood up threateningly. "Oh, guess we know what ticks you off," Bobby grinned.
"Guys-" Peter tried again.
John hissed, "C'mon Pete, either help us beat um, or we're done wid you." Peter looked hesitant, but turned slowly to Marie and Warren. "Ladies first," John gestured for Peter to go. He took a step forward. Warren slung his hand around Marie, and kicked off into the sky, leaving the three students alone in the dark.
Reviews please.