Hey guys! So, I've got new, bad news, and indifferent news! Bad news: No new McCracken High character tonight. Good news: Longer chapter than usual with some character development! Indifferent news: I'll be uploading on Fridays from now. It'll be a lot easier to finish chapters in nights where I don't need to go to sleep early so I'll wake up at 5:30 a.m. So it won't be updating on Wednesdays anymore. Onto the story!

*Later that evening*

Peepers walked along the dirt road leading up to Mary Ann's home with his hands in his pockets (smiling at the fact that the jeans and white button-up he was given were xxs in women-so they were actually tight around his waist for a change). He had just finished delivering Wander's coffee and didn't want to have any other...incidents occur while he was there. A gentle breeze sent a comforting coolness into the summer air as he sighed deeply.

"What I supposed to do?" He thought out loud. "I'm pretty sure I'm already on Wander's black list, but he's my only chance off this planet; how do I go about this?"

The dirt road reached an end and was replaced by a grassy hill. Too enthralled in his own thoughts Peepers didn't notice the sharp change in elevation until-

"WOAH!" Peepers cried out in alarm as he nearly walked off the edge of a cliff. "How'd I get up here?"

Peepers took a moment and surveyed his surroundings. It wasn't a bad place-on the contrary, it looked rather peaceful. A plain grassy cliff with only a tree and a few flowers dotting the area around it. The warm sun on this planet was beginning to mesh with the ocean below and calm summer air was cast over the place. Not wanting to tread back, Peepers sat down under the tree and began to let his mind wander as he watched the sunset go by.

"This place may be filled with magic-wielding maniacs; but dang if they didn't pick a nice planet to settle on..." Peepers looked down and sighed. "Back to the matter at hand..."

Suddenly, a tiny puff of black smoke that smelled slightly of brimstone appeared on Peers left shoulder, leaving a tinny peepers with devil horn in its place.

"Here's an idea: Get close to Wander and his friends! You already got Delilah in with that 'I didn't choose to be this' spiel! Wander would never hurt you; plus, when Hater comes BAM! You've got Wander packaged up in a neat little bow!" The devil-Peepers exclaimed.

Another puff of smoke-this time white and smelling if honey-appeared on his right should. A little Peepers in a white uniform with a halo around the lightning bolt on his helmet.

"Or you could befriend them because they're-oh I don't-good people that could get out of being the bad guy." Angel-Peepers smiled smugly.

"Oh you shut up you white-wearing wimp!" D.P. retorted. "Just listen to me buddy! I know what I'm saying-unlike the halo harpy over there."

"Well..." Peepers trailed off, not knowing who's words to trust.

"Come on Peepers; this is opportunity to stop being the bad guy! Why would you pass that up!?" A.P. demanded.

"I-"

D.P. scoffed, "And just WHAT would he have to look forward to?! Traveling with a psycho with a secret and his punch-happy buddy who hates his guts?"

"Well-"

"He doesn't have to live this life!"

"He doesn't HAVE to; but he knows just as well as I do that on some level he enjoys what he does." D.P. purred out. "The power, the feeling of strength and pride. Besides, it's not like he's good at anything else.

"He could work for the goo-"

"ENOUGH!" Peepers shouted at both of them. "You aren't making this any easier!"

"You know you shouldn't talk to yourself like that. People might start thinking you're off your rocker or something." A voice came from behind.

Both mini-Peepers disappeared in a puff of smoke as he turned around see Wander with a playful smirk on his face.

"Uhhhh...hi?" Peepers waved nervously.

"Relax. I just came to say thanks for the coffee." Wander's smirk turned into more of a genuine smile. "I see you found my personal lover's peak."

"Personal lover's peak?" Peepers cocked his head.

"Me and Troy would come here all the time. This was actually where he took me on our first outing." Wander smile grew wistful as he closed his eyes. "Then our first date, then-" He stopped as his smile dropped and his opened. "Um, so what are you doing here?" He nervously changed the subject.

"Just taking a little walk. Wanted to clear my mind, ya know? Uh, please don't kill me..."

Wander gave a little laugh. "Okay, I won't kill you." Wander spit into his palm and stuck it out to Peepers. "Inner-ringsman's honor."

Peepers stared at the hand disgustingly, but then remembered what Devil-Peepers had said. "Maybe this is a good idea..." He thought to himself. He spit into his own palm and shook Wander's hand.

"You know that we're swapping spit at the point where me and my former lover had our first kiss? I mean, I know that I'm so amazing that it's hard to keep yourself under control; but at least buy me dinner first!" Wander winked at him.

Peepers stared for a minute before letting a small, genuine laugh.

"Wow! You're already getting used to my sense of humor! Maybe this trip won't be so bad after all." Wander smiled.

Peepers laughed a little more nervously, before his expression gave way to curiosity once more. "Wait. So, you really think this will be okay?"

"Sure. Why do you ask?"

"Well-I mean-don't you kind of...hate me?" Peepers awkwardly scratched the back of his head.

Wander cocked one eyebrow. "When did I indicate I hated you? I may have expressed anger or distaste in you before; but I don't HATE you! Hatred is something that builds over time; and besides, I don't really have anything to hate about you."

"Wait, seriously? After all those times I've tried to kill you?"

"Yeah-well-you may have done that; but you were just following orders. You had no control over whether or not you ended me." Wander's smile also dropped as he quietly mumbled to himself: "I know that better than anyone.."

"What?"

"Oh, Nothing!" Wander innocently whistled. "So, now I want to ask: Do you hate me?"

"Well, I don't think so. I mean, I don't hate the REAL you anyway. I mean, your alternate persona can get-"

"Annoying? Irritating? Pull-your-hair-out-frustrating?" Wander finished.

Peepers smirked. "Heh, yeah, that. And this you-while incredibly terrifying and unstable still makes me respect you...you probably think tha-"

"I respect you too." Wander interrupted.

"Really?"

"Anyone that puts up with Hater's bull-crap for that long and HASN'T gone insane has got my respect."

"Oh, well, thanks."

Both men stood around awkwardly.

Peepers coughed. "So, what now?" He asked.

Wander sat down next to Peepers under the tree and put on a thoughtful expression. His face lit up and his eyes sparkled with excitement.

"20 questions."

Peepers stared at him. "Well, why not? You first though."

Wander nodded: "Fair enough. Ask away!"

Peepers thought for a moment. "Can't start with anything to big. He'll know something's up." He thought. "Hmmmm...favorite movie?" Peepers asked.

Wander thought for a moment, "Killing me softly." He replied.

"Horror fan, eh? Why am I not surprised?"

"Oh, so you've seen it?"

"I may or may not...have seen it...27 times..."

"HA! Okay okay; my turn. Favorite singer?" Wander questioned.

"...promise not to laugh?"

"Promise."

"Okay. It's...Dilary Huff!" He blurted out.

Instead of laughter, Wander just smiled broadly. "Really? I thought I was the only one that still loves her music!"

"You're a fan?"

Wander closed his eyes:

"To the beat of my

To the beat of my

To the beat of my heart..." He sang out.

Peepers smiled but stopped when he realized that Wander was staring at him expectantly.

"No."

"Please?"

"Believe you don't want to hear me sing."

"I'm sure it's great! Unless of course, you're scared..."

Peepers huffed. "Fine.." He closed his eyes and began to softly sing:

"I'm thinking about,

letting it out.

I wanna give in,

I wanna go out..."

Wander smiled. "You have a nice voice."

Peepers looked away "Stop lying to me."

"No one's lying to you but yourself." Wander replied.

"Yu don't know how true that is..." Peepers thought to himself.

Wander took no notice to this and opened his mouth as Peepers shut his:

"Been looking around

I've finally found,

the rhythm of love,

the feeling of sound..."

Peepers loosened up a little bit and sang his part:

"It's making a change,

the feeling is strange.

It's coming right back;

right back in my range..."

The two boys began to sing together; harmonizing and smiling:

"Not worried about anything else.

I'm waking up

to the beat of my

to the beat of my

to the beat of my heart..."

The two trailed off and smiled at eachother.

"Wander pushed himself off the ground and offered his hand to Peepers: "It's getting late; we should probably go back."

Peepers smiled up at him and took his hand. "I suppose you're right."

"By the way, nice outfit. It actually suits you quite well." Wander complimented.

"Thanks. I feel comfortable in it. Like it isn't going to fall off my body at any given moment."

They both paused and shared a brief laugh.

"Maybe he's right. Maybe this won't be so bad. Just gotta remember to stick to the pan..."

Yet at that moment, Peepers didn't realize that he had forgotten all of his plan as he smiled and walked back with Wander; singing all the way.

'Beat of My Heart' was Written Hilary Duff, not me! Don't sue! Bye friends! Please Review! They make me so happy!