There was an old Galaga game at the small laundry mat that Magda Maximoff took her two kids to every weekend to help her with the laundry. Well, it was really mostly her older son, Peter, who did the helping while his little sister, Lorna, munched on some chips her brother got her from the vending machine. Despite his rambuctious & trouble-making demeanor, Peter loved his mom dearly & would do anything & everything for her & Lorna, including the laundry, but he had to have some fun while doing it, which is exactly where the Galaga machine came into play.
Galaga wasn't Peter's favorite arcade game (he was more of a Pac-Man & Pong guy), but he loved to play any game because he knew he could beat it. For several months, his name was the only name up on the scoreboard of that small game at the laundry mat. Of course, that could have just been because no one was bothering to play it, but Peter knew it was because he was really good at it. In fact, he was very prideful of this, bragging about it to all his fellow online gamers.
Unfortunately, his winning streak was eventually broken.
It was just like any other weekend: Peter had come with his mother & sister to the laundry mat, got Lorna a snack, helped his mother with the laundry, & sat down to try & beat his own high score at the Galaga game. He finished the game with a solid 100,000 points more than his last score, so he sat there with a smug look on his face.
Until the scoreboard popped up.
The smug grin immediately fell off his face when instead of seeing "Peter the Great" in the number one slot, there was another name at the top: Guine the Greater.
Peter's eyes narrowed slightly in anger. How dare this "Guine" gal beat his high score? Her score was over 700,000 points more than his high score & that was something Peter simply couldn't allow.
It took him the majority of the laundry day, but he finally beat her high score with a solid 200,000 point lead. Satisfied with himself, he left the laundry mat that day, eager to brag about his achievement to his online gamer friends.
To his disappointment, by next week, his high score was again beat by "Guine the Greater". Also to his surprise, ten of the other slots that had previously been filled with his name were now occupied by Guine's. Burning with jealousy, he sat down & attempted to beat her again. By the time he had to leave, he had only secured seven of her ten slots, none of which were number one.
This anonymous rivalry continued for several weeks. The two teens would come to the laundry mat every week, notice their scores were beat by the other, & proceeded to try & beat them back.
Eventually, contact was initiated, first by Guine. She had left a note on the screen of the game, her neat hand-writing scrawled on a bright blue sticky note:
Face it, Peter: Galaga is not your cup of tea, but it is mine. You'll never beat me.
~Guine the Greater
Peter smirked. Oh, she was soooo asking for it. He grabbed a pen & quickly scribbled a response on the note:
You're right, Galaga isn't my normal thing, but I know for a fact that I could beat you at Pong, Pac-Man, & just about any other game you can think of.
-Peter the Greatest
Pleased with himself, he left the laundry mat, eager for the next week to pass by.
After that first note, Guine & Peter began leaving each other much more, all of which involved shit-talking the other. Of course, Peter was a bit nicer since he was cautious of people's feelings & so was she, just not as much as he was. His favorite insult of hers was "I'm going to kick your Galagass" & her favorite of his was "My Galagass is out of this world & your league".
It just so happened that one day, Guine had showed up the laundry mat to do her laundry & Peter was already there. She didn't notice him at first, since she was too occupied with her laundry, but when her eyes wandered over to the Galaga game, she saw a mop of silver hair, making her raise her eyebrows in confusion.
Was the "boy" she had been competing & flirting with actually an old man?
She quickly stood up & cautiously made her way over to the game, watching the boy or man or whoever he was play. She surveyed him carefully & once she realized that he was indeed, a young man, she sighed with major relief. She continued to look him over, admiring his silver jacket & matching silver shoes. She smirked at his leather pants, holding back a laugh, but her favorite accessory was the goggles propped in his hair.
She walked a little closer until she was directly behind him, "You were right; your Galagass is so out of my league, but I'm still going to kick it," Peter yelped & turned around in surprise, shocked to see someone appear & speak to him out of nowhere.
"Jesus, woman, where you trying to give me a heart attack?"
She laughed, "I suppose I would have kept my high score if you did have a heart attack."
He raised his eyebrows at her, "You're Guine?"
She grinned, "Guine the Greater, in the flesh. You're Peter?"
"Peter the Great," he corrected.
She rolled her eyes, "Peter the Loser suits you better."
He shot a glare at her, "You're a mean one, Guine the Grinch."
She laughed, "Ouch."
He smiled goofily, not able to stay made at the gorgeous gamer girl who had been kicking his ass at Galaga these past few weeks, "What kind of name is Guine anyway? How do you even pronounce it? "Gwen"? "Guinea"?"
She rolled her eyes but laughed nonetheless, "It's short for Guinevere."
He grinned, "Now that's a name, much better than 'Guine'."
She rolled her eyes, "At least it's not generic like Peter."
He smirked, "Actually, it's short for Pietro."
"Now that's a name; much better than 'Peter'," she mocked. He just laughed. She smiled, "You know, I didn't expect you to be so..."
"Handsome? Gorgeous? Sexy?"
She rolled her eyes, "I was going to say cute but your ego makes me think otherwise," he pouted softly & she couldn't help but admire how cute he was, even when he was feigning confidence.
He looked at her for a moment, admiring how pretty she was & how she was actually talking to him. Not to mention, she called him cute, "You know, I've got some more games at my house...maybe you could come over some time & play?" he asked hopefully.
She smiled, "Only if there'll be Twinkies & Pink Floyd records."
Pink Floyd & Twinkies this is my wife, he thought, "Marry me."
She laughed, "You have to beat me first."
He grinned, "Deal."
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Evan Peters Drabbles
FanfictionJust a collection of short stories about one of my favorite actors, Evan Peters, & the characters he plays. Some will be one shots written in 2nd person & others will be with original characters (OC's). Requests are welcome!