Chapter 2

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Chapter 2: Peter

"Peter! Peter!", I flinch as Danielle, my sister, screams in my ear,"mommy says you have to drive me to Jane's seventh birthday party". I roll over, burying my face in my pillow. "It's a big deal", she screams.

"Okay, okay", I say. I yawn and stretch for a second before shooing Danny out so that I could get ready. I turn around, heading straight for my closet. I instantly pull out jeans and a t-shirt and get dressed. I wasn't going to dress up for some girl's seventh birthday party. I leave my room, heading straight for the kitchen. Once my breakfast was ready I devoured it, then I got seconds and did the same. "I'm in the car", I yell to Danny and right before I step out of the house I hear the pitter patter of her footsteps coming down the hall. I go in my truck and wait. After a few minutes Danny hops in with a present and a bag that is filled up so much it couldn't even be zipped up all the way. "What's the bag for", I ask, eyeing it.

She takes a bite of her poptart before she replies and says," Its a sleep over party". I pump my fist in the air and start to do a victory dance, I did not have to stay at the party now. I continue with my dance until I feel a ball hit the back of my head, hard.

"OW! What was that for", I shout turning around. Instead of answering the question she tells me to go and once again eats her poptart. I turn around and start the car and soon we're on our way to the party.

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I park the truck in the driveway and get out to walk my sister to the door. We knock three times and Mrs.Parson opens the door ushering us inside. Danny runs off to go find her friends leaving me with Mrs.Parson. "How are you Peter", she asks.

"I'm wonderful, and you"

"Polite as ever Peter, and I'm doing fine. Jen really wants to see you again, when do you think that can happen?",she asks.

I mentally face palm at the mention of Jen. I had gone on a few dates with her, but soon found out she wasn't my type. She was nice and polite and it was a comfortable relationship, I didn't like comfortable though. "Well if I'm being honest here, I really don't know, I've been pretty busy this summer"

"Oh it's all good. I was just wondering"

I nod and open my mouth to say my goodbyes when I hear all the little six and seven year olds screaming my name. My eyes widen in fear and I look over at Mrs.Parson when I'm attacked by twenty something little girls. All of Danny's friends seemed to have a crush on me and I was surrounded. I mouth help to Mrs.Parson but she only chuckles and walks away. I manage to get the girls off of me, but it only takes a second for them to come back. I get them off again and run for my truck, locking the doors when I get in. I look over and a few of them are crying. I honk the horn to get their attention and blow a kiss and give a wink before I'm off. I catch my sister's glare right before they are out of sight. I ride down the road for a bit when I see a car on the side of the road. I pull over and roll down the passenger window and yell out,"Do you need help?" A women around forty looks up and walks over to my truck.

"Um, yes. Can you tell me where we are",she asks, turning around to glare at a girl who must be her daughter. I notice that she has a bit of a southern accent when she speaks.

"Yes, you're in Greenville, Iowa"

"IOWA, HOW'D YOU MANAGE TO GET US IN IOWA CLARA", the woman yells at the girl. She shrinks back, afraid out of her mind.

"If you want", I start to say, getting her attention back on me," I could drive you all to my house as you wait for a tow truck"

"Oh that would be lovely, can you give me your address so my husband can find us, he will want to stay and wait for the truck". I nod and write my address down and give it to the woman. She goes over to her husband and daughter and starts explaining, occasionally pointing a my truck. I take out my phone and call my mom.

"Hello, Peter?"

"Hey mom, I'm helping out a family that got stuck or something, I offered to take them to our house so just be prepared for company"

"Oh thank you Peter for telling me. I'm going to make some snacks for them. Love you bye." I close my phone then I hear a knock and some girl gets in. The first thing I notice about her is that she is stunning. She had long brown hair, sparkling blue eyes, and she was curvy. She looked nothing like the other girl I saw, thoug she was pretty in her own way.

"Hey Peter, I'm Alice", she says smirking. I'm taken aback at first but then I get wary. How'd this girl know my name. Cautiously I ask her that out loud making her bust out laughing. I start feeling insecure when she doesn't stop. She regains her composure and holds up a book, Peter Pan, and says," You reminded me of Peter Pan" I start laughing at that, and then reply," Yeah that's actually what everyone calls me back at home",I stop then I remember, her name is Alice,"So if I'm Peter Pan than you have to be Alice in Wonderland"

"Thanks", she says sarcastically while hitting me, making my confused.

"What was that for?"

"Making me feel stupid",she replies. How'd I make her feel stupid?

I raise my eyebrow and ask," How'd I make Miss Wonderland feel stupid exactly?"

"I never thought of anyone calling me Alice in Wonderland, I didn't even think there was a character named Alice and I read the book yesterday!", she replies going from a whisper to a shout.

I chuckle earning me another slap. What was up with everyone abusing me today, first my sister now Alice? She goes on," Don't make me feel stupid and for futue references I'm always right."

"Okay Wonder Woman, you're right", I state earning yet another slap and a hostile glare. "Abusive much?", I mumble. She lifts her hand up and I quickly put my hands up in surrender. At that moment Alice's mom gets inside the truck and yells," Don't hit the poor fellow, all he's done is be nice to us, now put that hand down"

"Yeah, put the hand down" I mumble at Alice. I turn around to her mom and say,"Mrs...uh what do you want me to call you?",I ask relizing I never got her name.

"Mrs.Ford would be fine"

"Yes, well Mrs.Ford, it is a bit late for that. You see, you have a very abusive daughter", I say turning to Alice before continueing," I think something needs to be done about it", I finish giving Alice a wink.

Taking it seriuosly Mrs.Ford replies,"Certainly, Alice, you and I will have a, um, chat when we get to Peter's house".

Groaning Alice turns to me and glares mouthing the words you will rue this day and turns to face the front. Her sister hops in the car and then we are off, them waving goodbye to their father.

The car ride is silent and a little awkward though Mrs.Ford tries to make small talk. I glance over at Alice and laugh when I see her face palm. She looks over at me and I shrug and go on driving. Finally we get to my house. Before we can even get out of the car my mom comes out dragging my dad behind. "Hello, I'm Laurel and this is my husband Jim", she says motioning to my dad.

"Hello, I'm Nicole and these are my two daughters, Clara and Alice. Thank you for letting us stay at your lovely home for a bit", Mrs.Ford says walking inside.

"You can stay as long as you need to, our home is your home" Dad groans at mom's offer, not really being a people person he goes to the car, probably to meet up with his friends at the local bar.

I go to the kitchen and get some water when she speaks,"Do you think you could show me around town or something?"

"Poor Alice, are you already bored", I ask eyeing from the corner of my eye.

"Stop smirking and fix it", she demands, pouting like a child.

"Okay", I say, wiggling my eyebrow and taking a step forward.

She scoffs and rolls her eyes saying, "You have to do better than that" I back up and chuckle at her. "But seriously is there anything to do in this town", she stops and thinks for a moment. "Wait what if we go exploring or something"

"How old do you think we are, five?"

"If that's the best this town's got", she sasses back.

"Don't smack talk my town, I'll take you out, come on", I defend.

She laughs and gets in the truck while I grab my keys. I get in yelling to my mom that I was going for a drive and then we were off.

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