"He's coming where?!"
Lynda Rumancek's voice was loud as it echoed off the walls of her and Peter's shared trailer. Peter sighed, removing himself from his couch as he watched his mother's face curl with anger.
"I don't know. He asked me if he could," Peter informed, bending his fingers to peel down the layers of the blinds. Blue eyes looking at the darkness that was beginning to set around the trailer.
"No, no. Look, simple questions have two possible answers-"
"I meant to say no," Peter replied, falling back into his seat with a sigh. "But I opened up my mouth and something else came out."
"Peter! We've discussed these people! What the hell-"
"Lynda he's the only one in town that thinks I didn't do it!"
Lynda frowned, wrinkles forming on her face as her son's outburst. "Oh, because he did? And what about Eden? She thinks you did it?"
Peter paused, not really sure how to answer about the female in question. Which was strange for him, given that he normally had no doubts whenever it came to Eden and how she felt about things.
The ginger had always been more than willing to spout her opinion to anyone who would listen - not that Peter minded - but he hadn't really asked Eden what she thought about the werewolf rumors surrounding him before.
"I just...." Peter paused, voice slightly shaky. "I have this feeling that something very important is about to happen. Not just to me, but to all....three of us."
Lynda watched her son carefully, regarding all past experiences of Peter being a lone wolf. It wasn't until they'd moved to this town, that people his age had actually taken a liking towards her son.
Eden's budding friendship with Peter wasn't a surprise, given that Lynda heard rumors about the young girls family all over town; but the gypsy woman knew better than to trust the rumors that spewed from the mouths of those who believed they were better.
Eden was a nice girl, far above Lynda's expectations. Well dimensioned and smart about the world and the choices she made for someone so young. Lynda supposed that's why Eden and Peter got along so well - both of them were far beyond their years.
The Godfrey kid, however, was interesting. Eden and Peter didn't come from privileged backgrounds like the small heir did. But if the coin were to be flipped, Roman Godfrey had never came from a loving household like Eden and Peter had.
The three of them were a strange anomaly that somehow fit.
"I get it, baby, I get it," Lynda said finally, moving her hands to cradle Peter's face. The same baby blue eyes from all those years ago with Peter's father, staring up at her. "Cause you've never had any real friends before."
Sighing, Lynda pointed to Peter's lap. "I hope those balls, know what they're doing."
Peter remained silent, letting out a shaky breath as the pull of the moon became a tad bit stronger.
Lynda remained in the kitchen, working on dinner when the familiar sound of a car pulling up was heard.
Distinctly, Peter could smell Roman and Eden. Two extremely different scents that intermingled strangely together.
Eden smelt of wilting roses, fleece blankets, and the worn smell that hits your nostrils whenever you enter a thrift store.
Roman smelt of cigar smoke, Italian leather, and suffocating designer cologne.
A knock sounded on the door, followed by something mumbled by Roman, of which, Peter didn't hear Eden reply to. Stretching himself off the couch, Peter spared a glance at his mother, before opening the door.
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Death of the Party ↠ Hemlock Grove ✓
Fanfiction❝You're in love with him and he's in love with you and it's a goddamn tragedy, because you look at him and see the stars and he looks at you and sees the sun; and you think the other is just looking at the ground.❞ ~ After the murder of a teenag...
