Aurora Wayne. An eighteen year old girl who just moved in with her uncle to attend college. An official adult who had no idea how to live life after the loss of her loved ones.
Her father taught her to never live in a life of what-ifs, yet that's w...
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Monday morning. School day. Rory couldn't help but groan softly as she sat up, wide awake since she of course hadn't been able to sleep. Or in better words, didn't want to sleep.
Either way, she didn't feel that bad. Saturday's dinner with the Parker's had been quite good. It was nice as a matter of fact. She had even found herself telling Peter to call her Rory if he wanted. Which only meant that Peter had done an amazing job at making her feel comfortable. Not safe, but neither terrified of him. He was happy with himself.
She had seen the boy flake on her a couple of times before. Of course not just her. Mitch had warned her that Peter was just like that. He really skipped at random. And Saturday's dinner explained it.
She stood up, picked some clothes, and headed over to the bathroom like always. She took a shower. Changed. Brushed her teeth. Brushed her hair. Put everything from school in her bag for today and put her black vans on and made her way downstairs.
This time her uncle was ready. Breakfast was served and he seemed to just be waiting for her. When he felt her presence he looked up from the newspaper and with a smile he greeted her. "Good morning bud. How'd you sleep?"
"Good." She lied, her dark circles giving her away as she kept glancing at the food. "You seem to be getting a better hang of this." She chuckled.
"I guess." He shrugged nonchalantly, though he couldn't help but do his happy dance in his head. He was getting the hang of this. "You should eat. Your friend will probably get here in a bit."
She did. She sat down and slowly started eating. James watched her from afar, studying her behavior. If maybe she was better. Or not. She looked alright. Of course, if he took away the darkness from under her eyes. More energetic. She looked like she was finally eating again. Maybe this Harold guy was a good therapist after all.
Rory turned to look at her uncle, unsure of why he was having some staring problem. She wasn't creeped out. When Barbara did it, of course maybe a little. But this was her uncle. The man her father grew up with. The man she saw around since she could remember.
"What?" She laughed, setting her fork down and her cheeks flushing red quickly.
"Oh, nothing." The man shook his head. "You just look like a zombie." He was quick to think on his feet. Of course, this worked and Rory went back to eating, "Very funny."
"I know." He chuckled, "I try."
"Go on knock."
"Aunt May, I really think I'll be-"
"Peter Benjamin Parker, you better knock that door if you don't want me to take you all the way to school." The grown lady threatened with a finger pointed at him. Peter knew she wasn't playing games, and while he still wanted to live he knocked on Rory's door.
It seemed ridiculous to have his aunt walk him up to her house like a seven-year-old child asking to have a play date at their friend's house or something. "That should be him."
