Hi peeps. I know that I haven'nt like updated since October but I discovered that if I would just apply myself, I could actually have a life! Who know!*
"Hi Peter," Jesse smiles lightly as he runs out his apartment door and meets her at the curb. Jesse looks at him. "You know, we have like an hour before school even starts. You really don't have to sprint like a Kenyan with his butt on fire just to beat me to your door." She flips around and starts walking along the crosswalk.
"That was a good analogy," Peter says, laughing a little.
"Thank you," Jesse says, her eyes still focused on whatever is ahead and her face void of expression. Peter watches her out of the corner of his eye, trying to spot anything out of the ordinary. But she just keeps walking toward the subway station.
They board the subway car silently, and Peter begins to worry about Jesse a little. Why isn't she talking? Normally, she could hardly find an excuse to close her mouth. "Are you feeling alright, Jesse?" Peter asks her as she sits down cross-legged on a hard, plastic seat.
"Uh yeah, I just had to study for a stupid biology test last night," she says, leaning her head up against the window. "I guess percrastinating wasn't the right card to play this time." Peter feels his eyebrow quirk up.
"Right," he says, laughing. Jesse closes her eyes and sighs, her head bumping lightly against the thick, plastic window as the trains wheels speed along its track.
Peter jumps on top of his skateboard and glides down the hall and out the doors, careful to watch for any teachers who would be more than happy to confescate his wheels. He glides past half-asleep teenagers, he himself longing for his bed but knowing a long night waits for him. He slaps a worn sneaker onto the pavement, pushing himself across the sidewalk.
"Peter! Oh my gosh, wait!" A female voice yells, and he automatically stops. "Holy crap, Peter. How long's it going to take for you to remember your bus-buddy?" Jesse punches him in the shoulder.
"Ow," Peter laughs, looking down at Jesse as he rubs his arm. Obviously it doesn't hurt as much as it might've, because of the whole super-human factor, but Jesse still packed a punch, oddly enouhgh. But then again, nothing about Jesseca Hannaman was normal.
"Watch out," she says, pushing Peter off the skate-board.
"What the heck, what are you going to do?" He says. "You said you can't skate!" He laughs.
"I've never tried," she says, laughing. "Here, hold my arm," Jesse giggles as she jumps on the board. Peter grabs her by the elbow gently but sternly, so he can steady her without snapping her bone by accident. Yeah, that'd be a nice move, he thinks to himself. Jesse wobbles as he directs her down a wheelchair ramp, the skateboard wheels whirring on the cement. Jesse laughs nervously and bites her nail as Peter tries to manuever her and the board through a clump of cheerful students.
"Ah!" Jesse squeels as he pushes her onto the subway train. "This is fun!" She says, her smile wide. Peter laughs loudly at her expression of terror and excitment as she clings onto one of the car poles for balance.
They continue off the train and onto the street, Jesse's silver, sparkly high-tops firmly planted on Peter's skateboard and his hand holding her arm. "When did you wake up?" He asks, remembering her that morning, half-awake on the subway.
"It's called Fanta and Snickers for lunch," she says, sticking out her arm as she quivers on the board. Peter laughs at her reply and begins to push her up the little ramp on the sidewalk in front of his house. He pushes but one of the wheels catch on the edge of the curb, making the board flip. Jesse gasps and reaches for Peter, her arms wrapping around his neck and his hands grabbing her hips, instinctively. She slips and leans further into him, her breathing deep and hot on his chest and neck.
"Sorry," she whispers, biting the inside of her lip. She quickly unwraps her arms and grabs her bag from off the ground, her bright eyes only meeting his for a moment. And it seems that as soon as she looks away, her sparkly sneakers are skidding down the sidewalk, further and further away from him.
Okay. So glad I got that down on paper. Or kind of on paper. Please please please review, you have no idea how excited I get when I see that little review number go up! Thank you so much for reading and I will try my absolute BEST to get these up faster!
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