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(Eliza's POV)
"Is he done having his temper tantrum or what?" I genuinely asked Peter, as we both stood there looking at Miguel. Miguel was just standing there with his hands on his face, he looked terrible.
My Mayday girl wasn't with us today, she was with someone else for the day, unfortunately.
But at least I can say that me and Hobes were good babysitters.
"I don't think so.." He says as Miguel started yelling at Lyla. Lyla only blocking out his voice, as she disappeared and reappeared.
"Let's go kid, he's having his little moment."
"He always has his moments."
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We were sitting on the edge of tall building. When you go to so many different versions of 'your earth', you kind of lose track. Peter was next to me, eating a hamburger that we had gotten. I was eating some French fries, or chips as we call them, but I was deeply disturbed by the loudest eater ever.
"Were you seriously starving or do you just eat like that?" I genuinely asked him as I fed myself a fry.
"..um..both-" He mumbled as he chewed.
Fair enough mate.
Besides that, Peter was such a good best friend. He would be there for anything. If I had to rant to him, he would listen. We talked about practically anything and we were never afraid to show how cringy we could be.
But..Hobie wasn't around, well in fact I haven't seen him in a day. But I'm acting like I haven't seen him in years. Miguel had told me he had to go do something for him, but he wasn't every specific with his response.
And that was odd because Miguel is specific with everything. You would literally ask him a simple question and he would respond with a whole script of some sort.
"So Brooklyn.." He started again as he cleaned his hands with a napkin. "..how's Hobie?"
"Pardon?"
"Just accept it." He raised his hands as if that was going to help say what he was going to say. "My buddy looks at you like the first time I looked at Mj."
Catching me in the moment, I coughed as I felt my drink go down the wrong path into my throat.
"Peter no he does not."
"Yes he does."
"No he doesn't."
"But he does, as a proud father and a good friend, I can see it." He protested against me.
