Wendy P.O.V.
I reached the diner to see Peter standing by the door and talking with Jim and another guy. When the guy next to Jim (I'm pretty sure his name was Hiccup) spotted me, he quickly patted Peter's shoulder nodding at me. The two guys left, obviously not without Jim and his wink. I met Jim when I first came in America, so we were both about nine. He was the first one to ever talk to me here in America, and that's how we became best friends, almost brother and sister. He helped me getting used to American... things, even though I never actually let go of my British accent, and I helped him get through his parents divorce. We kind of saved each other. But now the only thing that mattered was the red headed boy standing nervously at the diners door. "Hey Wendy, you look amazing!" He exclaimed. "Thank you, Peter. You don't look bad yourself." I smiled. In response, he just chuckled. "What is it?" I said while giggling, replaying his laugh in my mind. "I just love how you call me Petaah." (Every time I'll be writing in cursive, it's because Peter Pan is imitating a British accent. Oh, and I don't mean to offend anyone, really.) He laughed, as we sat down in a booth. "No I don't!" I said, failing at the attempt to hide a smile. "You do Dahling, you do." He said laughing. The conversation went on like this until a waitress came. "Hey guys! I'm Tiana, wanna order somethin'?" She asked. "Yeah, actually." Said Peter still laughing. "I'll go with some fish an chips and a coke, while the lady over here is ordering a double cheeseburgoh and a lemonade, thank you." He said smirking at me. I was laughing in the meantime. "I'll be... right back." Said Tiana, weird out, but smiling. She left out a giggle as she wrote the orders on the block note and left. "I'm actually impressed, you know. But I would've asked some ketchup too." I said smiling. "Why thank you, Dahling." He said chuckling. "Cats or dogs?" He asked out of nowhere. I was a bit dumbfounded. And confused. I mean, the way he asked it surprised me more than the actual question. "Huh?" I asked, trying to hold a laugh as he did too. "Cats or dogs? It's a game called twenty one questions. Basically you just ask your partner twenty one questions. To get to know each other better." He said shrugging, but I could really see the nervousness in his eyes. "Peter, we've known each other for six years. I think I know you enough. " This time I had to laugh. "I know, I know... but I still don't know if you prefer cats or dogs, so...?" Peter asked. We both burst out laughing at the joke (which, wasn't even a joke) and after a while I gave him an answer. "Ok, ok... uh... I'll have to go with... dogs. I actually have one, Nana. She lives with my aunt Millicent." I said smiling. "Me too! His name's Tootles." He exclaimed. "Ok, your turn." He said, resting his elbows on the table and his head in his hands. "Ok, what kind of books do you most enjoy reading?" I asked. Now it was his turn to be dumbfounded. I bet he didn't expect that tipe of question. He quickly recovered, his arms now crossed, resting on the table, and a smirk on his face. "I love books about Indians, pirates and cowboys and such. Ok, my turn! Chocolate or vanilla?" He asked. The whole time I was just smiling at him. He's such a child, I doubt he'll ever grow up. But that's why I like him. He enjoys the present, while I worry about the future way to much. When we were kids, I always used to stare at him through the window playing tag with the other kids while I was reading thousands of books. "Here's your meals, sweethearts. Enjoy!" Exclaimed Tiana leaving. "Oh, vanilla." I answered at the previous question. "Vanilla?" Asked Peter, scrunching his nose. "Who chooses vanilla over chocolate?!" Asked Peter, as he dipped a chip in the ketchup. "I guess I do" I said. "You're special, Wendy. And not only for the vanilla-over-chocolate thing." My face was matching the ketchup's color. Literally. "You're the only person whom I really care about but don't know anything about. So here's this crucial question: do you believe in fairies?" He asked it with so much seriousness, I almost starting laughing. But I leaned close to him and whispered: "If fairies don't exist, where does the first smile come from?" He had a mix of a smirk and grin on his face, while his eyes were glowing. "I knew it".
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Merida P.O.V.
I woke up hearing my roommate Alice's voice. "Drizella, are you sure you don't want to start living in the bathroom? Because it's twenty minutes you're in there, and there are other three girls who need it too!" She screamed. I looked over at Tiana, who looked at me too. She sighed and fell on the bed again. On the contrary, I stood up. "Look honey, beauty takes time, ok? Maybe that's why you're... who you are." "If ye den't get outta tha bathroom right now, I swea' I'm gonna kick yo un existent beauty outta ye!" I yelled. That's when she got out of the bathroom, her face full of makeup. Let me get this straight: I have anything against makeup, or short dresses or whatsoever. I just hate exaggerating. I think Driz would be way prettier if she put less, and didn't transform her face into a cake.
She just huffed and started dressing. "I promise it's gonna take me less than seven minutes." Alice promised. "Yeah, go on." I smiled. I'm a really a positive person, you know. But as soon as you get on my bad list, there's now way for you to get out of it. And Drizella just won the first place. While Alice was in the bathroom, I choose my outfit, which consisted in jean shorts and a green top with a knot under it. Ten minutes later, after I dressed and washed, I was out of my room, with my breakfast, a granola bar, in my hand. It usually doesn't take much to fix my hair. I headed towards my first class, which was chemistry. Apparently, I was late. Way to go, Merida. "You are no other than Merida, am I right?" Asked Mr. Basil, who was a mouse, by the way. Wow. "Yes, se'. Yes I am." I said, imitating the way he talked. "You're late." He said, writing something. "Oh really, didn't notice." I replied sarcastically, checking an imaginary watch on my wrist, receiving a little laugh from the class. "You can go sit next to Haddock, Miss DunBroch." Said Mr. Basil, clearly annoyed. I followed his gaze and sat next to Haddock, a brown haired guy with green eyes. The lesson started and I got quite bored, so I decided to have a little chat with Mr. grumpy over here. "So... what's ye name?" I asked. He slowly turned his head towards me and looked at me, annoyed. "The teacher just said it. " Well, thanks, Captain Obvious. "No, he said ye surname. Should I call ye Haddock?" I asked. I really thought he'd say no, but something really unexpected happened. He opened his notebook on the last page and scribbled something. "Ok. If ye want me to call ye nothin', I'll call ye Nothin'" he chuckled a bit and turned back to listen to the lesson. "Ok class, we'll do a lot of projects during the year, and your partner will be no other than your desk mate for the whole sophomore year. I'll leave the next 10 minutes to get to know your desk mate starting now." I faced Haddock while he did the same. We stood in that position for about 10 seconds, until he broke the silence. "Ok, uh, Merida right?" "Yup." "Ok, how old are you?" I looked at him with a smirk and my eyebrows raised. "How old do you think I am?" "I don't know, probably fifteen. Look I'm just trying to make some conversation over here alright?" He stated. What's the matter with him? "Jeez. Ok, ok, me bad. Let's ask some mo' serious questions. Which is ye favorite sport?" He narrowed his eyes and shut his mouth. "I gotta know me partners favorite sport. It tells me what tipe of person ye a'." I shrugged. He passed his hair through his hand and finally answered. "I was obsessed with football once. But, I had an incident after a game, serious enough to get a leg amputated." He said, bending down to lift his pants, showing a metal prosthesis that went from his knee down. I feel bad now. I just asked a guy with a prosthesis what his favorite sport was. Great. "What- how did it happen? I mean, it is kinda ra' te get ye leg amputated on a football field." I asked. He chuckled, falsely. I felt the need to hug him, to tell him how sorry I was. But he was a complete stranger after all. "Well, it wasn't exactly on the football yard. We had just won a very important game, and were getting out of it to go celebrate. I was caught in the moment and I was running across the street, not noticing a car coming. So, yeah, it took me seven months in hospital to finish." Wow. Some moments of silence passed, till I asked a question. "Do ye, miss, playin' football?" He looked at me numbly, with no expression on his face. "No. No, not really. It was only the thing I loved the most, my future, the reason why everyone loved me!" He exclaimed. He then inhaled deeply, looking over someone behind me. I turn around and noticed he was looking at a girl with blonde hair tied in a braid and blue eyes. She was talking with a guy. Or better, flirting. He soon recovered. "I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have- "No, no it's ok. Me dad's a policeman, and something similar happened to him while chasing a criminal." I said. After that we both laughed, until the bell rang, meaning the lesson was finished.
"Nice talking to you, Redhead" he said, shaking my hand. "Ye too, Nothin'" we laughed together and headed our own separate ways. Soon I heard a voice behind me. "Hey, Merida, wait!" Yelled Moana. We were in class together, but I guess the teacher had to tell her something before leaving. She soon caught up to me, flying papers everywhere. "Hey, what's up?" I asked, bending down do help her pick up the papers. "No, you tell me what's up!" She squealed. "Huh?" Moana was always like this. She always wanted to know everything about everyone, and she did. In a positive way, naturally. She wrote the school magazine. "You talked to Hiccup Haddock!" She squealed, again. Hiccup, that's his name. "Yeah, so what?" I laughed. "He had a relationship for like three years with this girl, Astrid, so they started dating when they were like thirteen, since he's sixteen now. Anyway, she broke up with him because of his... incident, and now he's sorta heartbroken, and no one ever so him talk or laugh with any girl since then, and until now. Congratulations!" She yelled. Wow. Should I be happy, weird out or what? Well, the lad needs to open up. Challenge accepted.
