Days of My Past

Mini Heart Attack

We take Peter back to the house to get everything ready. We are leaving for the pentagon tomorrow morning so he is staying here. I watch him zip around the room looking at everything.

"So this is your house?" He asks me.

"Actually it's Charles'. I just live here with him and Hank." He nods.

"You adopted?"

"No no. This use to be like a sort of boarding school. It got shut down and everyone left. I didn't have anywhere to go so he let me stay."

"That's cool of him. He seems like kind of an ass to me." He shrugs.

"He's just lost a lot. So the rooms are kind of a mess right now. All dusty. The big couch is over in the other room. I'll bring you some blankets."

"Already done." Hank calls out.

"Oh well I'm gonna go take a shower and get ready to sleep. Try not to steal anything." I laugh. He smiles and speeds to the couch. I go upstairs to my bathroom. My bags still halfway packed. I try not to look at them and turn on my shower. I wash and condition my hair and shave. This guy is kind of cute. I don't like him but I'm attracted to him. He's just a flirt. I like talking to him. Maybe we'll hang out after all of this over. I mean I will need a place to stay when this is done. I dry off and wring out my hair combing it through. I get dressed in some pajamas and lay on my bed. I honestly have no idea what I'm going to do after this. I have no family, no friends, maybe I should get out of the country. Change my name. I like the name Jax. Yeah Jax Dranaham. That sounds cool. I could get an apartment. Money won't be an issue. I could use my powers to get it. I mean that's what Peter does. I don't want to be a klepto though. There's no good reason for that.

I continue to figure it all out in my head when I look at the time. 2:34. Ugh I need to sleep. I toss and turn. I can't sleep. I need to but I can't. Stupid internal dilemma. I groan and get up. I quietly open my door and make my way to the kitchen. I just need water or milk or juice or alcohol or something. There's a pitcher of water inside and a bottle of scotch on the counter. Decisions decisions. I sigh and grab the bottle and a glass. I pour myself a drink. Just enough to make me tired. I raise the crystal glass to my lips an-

"Pretty sure that's illegal." I jump spilling alcohol on the counter and the floor.

"Jesus Christ Peter! Are you trying to kill me? Why aren't you asleep?" I whisper shout.

"I could ask you the same question." He smirks. I shake my head and grab a rag. I wet it and start cleaning up the spill.

"I couldn't sleep."

"I can make you tired." His smirk widens.

You're hilarious. Really." I say sarcastically. I clean up the mess and throw the rag in the sink.

"What no drink?"

"No that mini heart attack you gave me made me quite exhausted." I head for the door and he beats me to it. "Move Peter." He smiles.

"Make me." I smirk and we speed around the kitchen until I get to the living room. I get on one side of the couch and he's on the other.

"You think you're funny don't you?"

He shrugs. I speed up the stairs and to my room blocking the doorway. He's up there in seconds.

"I win." I smile.

"No You didn't." I roll my eyes and shut the door. I go back to my bed when I hear whistling in the hallway. I roll my eyes and it gets louder. I don't want to wake anyone. I quickly open my door and pull him inside shutting it behind him.