arescere ✿ xavier thorpe

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22 - from me, to you

and he made a beeline towards theo's shop, wanting to tell him how he finally got a date to the dance when tyler stormed past him.

"tyler? tyler!" peter shouted, spinning on his feet to catch up with the brown haired freckled boy.

"what do you want?" he spat. he was acting like a cousin at a family gathering, the one that just got told off.

"what's wrong? did-" he started but tyler stopped in his tracks. peter flying into his back.

"i don't know, ask wednesday and her stupid boyfriend." he sneered and confusion spread onto peter's face. what? this  was because of wednesday? boyfriend?

"huh?" did he mean xavier?

"i thought you liked xavier. why's she going with him?" he did, but why was he so pressed? and the clock seemed to chime in his head as he finally got the point. looking up at tyler.

"you like wednesday." and tyler sneered before continuing his little hissy fit.

"oh my god, you like wednesday!" he shouted in excitement. why was everything so confusing?

peter liked xavier, xavier liked wednesday, tyler also liked wednesday, enid liked ajax but was going to the dance with lucas. taliah liked lily, lily liked taliah but was going to the dance with peter.

and so he continued with his walk to nott a bookstore, finding the shop as baran as usual. no customers. sometimes he wondered if he were the only customer. but he did find theo sat by the vinyl, hidden away in the bookshelves as he sat on the brown leather sofa. but he wasn't reading. not really.more flipping through pages of pictures. pictures that looked like they were moving.

"hi theo." he stated, dropping into the chair beside him. theo not even bothering to look at his younger friend as he stared at the picture of his old friends. the picture was four friends. it looked like a post dance picture. the three boys wore messy suits and the girl wore the most beautiful green dress and her lipstick was smudged. and thy watched the younger version of himself laugh at whatever the shorthaired girl had said before he wrapped his arm around her for the photo.

"who are they?" peter questioned

"my friends."

"where are they now?"

"i don't know." he mumbled, running his finger over the date. yule ball, 1994. and he finally raised his gaze from the book, peter decided not to act upon the spring of tears in the older man's eyes. something about the photo and made him emotional. had they died?

"this was before the war, before the fear of the war. back when we could be, us." theo told him in honestly, flipping through the next few pages. the next couple of years. watching as they grew taller and colder. watched as the blonde boy seemed to grow scared. the girl grew beautiful but anxious. and blaise, he had told him about blaise. he was the only one that theo knew had survived the war. he had escaped much like himself. running off to france unlike theo who had moved further away.

"did you take a date?" he asked, noticing how theo glanced at the girl back in the yule ball photo. regret deep in the brown eyes.

"i did, i took a girl. daphne greengrass."

"was she pretty?"

"certainly."

"but you wanted to ask her." peter mumbled his finger pointing to the short haired girl in the photo. the smile theo always found so beautiful appeared on her face. theo had always liked the girl but she had come into her looks and had eyes for the blonde.

"enough about me. i heard about the rave'n. i heard a bunch of girls giggling as they passed. did you get a date?" theo inquired,shutting the book as he leaned back in the chair slightly. theo didn't have a son, but if he did. he hoped he'd be like peter.

"i did." the boy grinned following theo's actions and repeating the same pose.

"xavier asked you to the dance!" theo exclaimed, lifting back up from his casual slouch. happiness written across his face.

"no. lily did."

"so you and xavier-"

"friends theo." peter groaned, running his hand down his face. he did like xavier, but he didn't like him. so he never acted upon it.

"right.'' theo nodded, lifting up from the chair. a look of disappointment now painted upon his face. even his brows were curved ever so slightly. he couldn't quite figure out those two, did everyone see it but themselves?

"well if you are going to a dance, you need a suit.” and theo disappeared into the bookshelves. hearing the boys footsteps before a low whisper of a word he had never heard before 'accio'. what the fuck was accio? was theo talking to himself? and the boy returned with a dark green box. it looked quite old. the dust gathering on top. he placed it before peter.

"this is so old." peter mumbled as he opened it, finding the most glamourous suit set inside. a white shirt made from the most softest linen he had even felt. the black suit was untouched by its age. the material gentle against hs skin. not what he expected from an old suit. and for a moment, his father figure became his dad. the moment ws raw, soft. something he could have never had with his own dad, and he ran to hug theo. the older man chuckled as his son-like friend hugged him.

"thank you dad." petermumbled, slipping the words out and theo felt his heart leap in his chest. ruffling the boys hair with a grin.

"so i have a date and a suit. what could go wrong?" peter grinned as he picked up the box once more. wanting to get it to his room. the only problem was the suit smelt a little. nothing a little wash and spray couldn't help.