Imagines and Preferences

Peter Pevensie Imagine

Your Point of View

You were sleeping soundly, your dreams being disrupted by a loud ringing. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, panic filled your system once you smelt smoke. You quickly got out of bed to check what was happening. Your eyes widened when you saw a large fire in your kitchen. The noise caused by your fire alarm was almost unbearable as you tried to find a way to help your poor ignited house.
You groaned when you heard someone pounding on your door.
You ran to answer it, opening the door. Pink dusted your cheeks as you looked to the man in front of you. It was your neighbor, Peter Pevensie, only clad in boxer shorts with a concerned annoyed look on his face.
"I'm sorry Mr. Pevensie, I must have left my stove on." You laughed lightly rubbing the back of your neck. He silently walked through the doorway, with a fire extinguisher spraying the blight scene. After the fire was extinguished, he used a broom to silence the alarm. "Thank you, sorry about that." You stuttered your face still crimson.
"It's alright. You really ought to be more careful though." He said.
"I will." You smiled.
"Here." He said as he scribbled on a piece of paper. "So we can talk when your house isn't on fire and we're not both dressed in our night clothes." He added handing you the paper. He then left without another word. You unfolded the paper to see a phone number.
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