"Good, good!" He exclaims. He walks right in front of me. "Put your knife away, my dear. You won't be needing that." He puts a hand on my still crossed arms.
"How did you-" He cuts me off.
"Your hand is clenched, but not closed. There's something in your hand, but not a gun, it would show through your sleeves, and not a key for it is too thick. I assumed you'd want something to protect yourself, considering I wasn't exactly invited into your home." I look at him in awe. I wouldn't expect him to be so observant, mostly because he was hardly looking at me the entire time he was here.
"Well then, I better get going." He stated, walking towards the door.
"Wait!" I call, he turns to look at me, his grey eyes piercing my emerald ones, "How will we contact each other, where do I go if I need to speak to you?"
He doesn't speak for a moment, then a large smirk graces his lips as he laughs and says, "I'll know if you need me." And then he was gone, his final words as he walked out the door being,
"Trust me."
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Peter Parker: Hard To Love
Teen FictionMe and Peter have been friends forever, but when he starts putting me off for Liz, there's only so much I can handle... Quinn White has been trying to build back the crumbling friendship she has with Peter, but when she meets Michael, she just stop...
