Movie Stubs

❝Our fate lives within us. You only have to be brave enough to see it.❞

A/N Dedicated to Chloe who I love x By the way guys I've had a question about banners/covers for this story, so if you do want to make one PM me! 

Edited by: earninghes Thank you! x

Where was she?

Peter frowned, checking the clock for what felt like the umpteenth time. It was the following week and Peter couldn't even remember a time when he had been this nervous. The reason for this was very simple; Wendy wasn't here. It was several minutes before the final showing at SB and she hadn't appeared. For half a year, she had been coming weekly for half a year now but now, she was late.

Peter was worried; he didn't know a lot about Wendy but what he did know was that even in her timidness, she was punctual and efficient. So it was quite reasonable for him to be concerned.

Concerned for a stranger.

Peter laughed unexpectedly, causing Chip to look at him in surprise, warily staring at him with his brows furrowed before going back to his textbook (he was studying to become a park ranger — something about trees just appealed to him). Peter shook his head, feeling silly for being so concerned about a stranger.

But was Wendy really a stranger?

They had known each other for six months now and they did know a thing or two thing about each other, if not from conversation then through observation. He had picked up on her shyness, her quirkiness, and her compassion. Each thing made her an even better person — not that she wasn't already amazing to him.

So with the reassurance that Wendy was more than a stranger to him, Peter let the anxiety build inside of him. He shifted his weight from foot to foot and nervously bit his lip, thinking of endless possibilities.

A customer came in and Peter struggled to put on his charm, since he finds his mind wandering to Wendy as he poured the drinks. Somehow he managed a smile for the women, but it immediately dropped as he turned back around and checked the clock. To his utter disappointment, the movie had started.

"Will you calm down? She's probably just at home doing school work," Chip muttered, flicking the page of his book over.

Peter snorted. "She hasn't missed a Friday for six months and you know that."

"So? She has no requirement to come —maybe something came up."

Peter huffed but didn't reply, not even when he heard Chip's quiet chuckle beside him. He briskly paced, glancing up at the clock every few minutes, then to the door straight after. He hoped she was just late and would turn up eventually.

Peter didn't know what to feel about his need to see her, if you could even call it that. Maybe it was just the need to make sure someone he cared about was okay. Because he did; he cared for her and would possibly go as far as saying that he liked her. Who was he kidding — he was already infatuated with her.

Minutes passed and eventually they were letting out the last round of customers and closing the theatre. There was a heavy feeling in the pit of Peter's stomach as he finished cleaning the counter, which became heavier as he switched off the machines and put everything away.

Wendy still hadn't turned up.

Peter glanced longingly at the space where her bike would be as she watched her film, the mint green colour glowing lucidly under the streetlight and the tassels blowing in the wind. But no, nothing was there. She wasn't even there.

He hoped she was okay.