The Pretenders (ON HOLD)

Chapter 34

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Something buzzed in Wendy's pocket. She barely noticed it, of course. Sometimes when she was with Peter she didn't notice anything. He consumed her; that look in his eyes, the adventure, the danger. At first he had been a distraction but Wendy had quickly grown addicted to the electrifying air that followed wherever he went. She sat in Peter's room waiting for him to come back. He'd gone to call his mother, to make sure she was ok. Peter had told Wendy everything and while it felt good to know he trusted her, it also reminded her of the secret she was keeping from him. She brushed the feeling of guilt away, not wanting to go there.

Wendy got up and wandered around the room slowly, inspecting all the little souvenirs, albums and collections Peter kept around. There were a lot of sketches around the place, scattered on desks and chests of drawers. Most of them were hard to understand, just blurry outlines of faces or scenes, as though these were images hauled out of some vague dream. She put down the drawings, not wanting to pry, and continued around the room. Catching her reflection in the mirror, she stopped. Her hair was wild but somehow didn't look that bad. Her sense of fashion didn't stretch beyond the jeans and loose sweater she was wearing. She looked a while at her reflection wondering how anyone could possible call her beautiful; how Peter could call her beautiful.

"Checking yourself out?" Peter interrupted. Wendy jumped, and then spun around to glare at him. He was smirking, eyes playful. His hair was a mess, sitting on his head in beautiful locks of brown and gold. "Don't mind me."

Wendy rolled her eyes at him, ignoring how cute he looked. He strode over to her and Wendy caught her breath when he stopped so close to her. He locked gazes with her, drowning her in those hypnotizing eyes of his. Slowly he brushed some hair out of her eyes, "You look fine."

She hated how he could read her like that sometimes. "Well at least I look better than you," she said making a face.

"Let's not get carried away now Wendy," he said, eyes sparkling, "Nothing beats this." He gestured to himself, lifting and eyebrow.

"Idiot." Peter seemed to consider this for a second before shrugging in agreement. Wendy suppressed a laugh. Peter smiled too but the smile didn't reach his eyes, which reminded her, "How's your mother?"

Peter lost the smile, looking slightly shocked at the question. He regained his composure, clearing his throat and saying quickly, "It, uh, went straight to voicemail. She's usually busy at this time anyway."

"I'm sure she's fine," Wendy told him, resting a hand on his shoulder. His gaze flicked to her hand momentarily before he nodded appreciatively. Wendy removed her hand and they stood for a second in silence. Her phone buzzed again, making her jump. It turned out that she about a billion texts from Lily, Rick and Simon. Peter craned his neck curiously.

"What's up?"

"Lily, Rick and Simon have been texting me for about half an hour," she scrolled down her texts from Rick and laughed, "Ah, Rick. His first texts were just asking me to reply when it's ok for them to come over. The last text says, 'Are you alive?! Blink three times if you're alive! Oh, good.' Is he always this funny?"

Peter chuckled and shook his head, "You'd be surprised. What time is it, by the way?"

"Noon. So we've been here for about two hours. I'm guessing school is cancelled." Peter agreed. Wendy hesitated before replying to the texts, "I thought we were going to have a look for information about the Formula."

"I figured it'd be best if I asked my mom about it first instead of running wild looking for something I know nothing about," Peter told her.

"Good idea," she agreed and the paused before saying, "And are you really going to tell them everything?"