LOVER. 005. HYDRO - MAN. ❛Is that supposed to be a fucking man?❜
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Gwen was as excited about everything as a five year old on a picnic. She couldn't help but be fascinated with every little thing about Europe. She clicked a few pictures of MJ with crows, the sea and the buildings. MJ clicked hers, and they kept laughing on the weird expressions that MJ chose to form in the shots. Gwen's were the opposite, she was quite photogenic and wasn't nearly as awkward. MJ admired her photos.
The blonde looked at Peter who was laughing at something Ned was blabbering about with Betty, his girlfriend, so she took a minute to just look at the brunette. She wondered how someone could look that flawlessly perfect while merely standing. She could hear the sound of his cute chuckle. She didn't realise she was smiling along when MJ noticed, her heart sinking a little. She loved Gwen, obviously. She was the only person who cared enough to spend her time listening to Michelle's bizarre talks. But she also wished that Peter would give her at least a fraction of his attention, very secretly. She wasn't good at displaying her emotions, so she never talked about it aloud. She really wanted to develop a disliking for Gwen, but it was impossible to stay mad at her. She cleared her throat only for her to snap out of it. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah, uh, sorry." She looked back at the brunette boy for a split moment again, but he was gone.
• • •
"Boh!"
Peter looked up, startled, to spot MJ and Gwen by her side. Her eyes were trained on the blonde, certainly, after he looked away from Michelle. His grip around the small box he was carrying in his hands, tightened. "What?"
"Boh," MJ repeated, "Its the most perfect word in the world. Italians created it, and I just discovered it." Gwen corrected her, "We discovered it." She nodded, smiling.
"What does it mean?"
"That's the thing. It can mean a million things. It can mean, I don't know, get out of my face..." Gwen continued Michelle's sentence, "I don't know and get out of my face?" The brunette raised a brow and finger - gunned in agreement. "It's the best thing Italy has ever created except maybe espresso."
"Oh, so you guys have been drinking espresso?" Peter chuckled, trying to hold the conversation. "Hell yeah, I'm seriously jet lagged." The blonde justified.
Before anyone could say anything else, a man with a bunch of flowers interrupted their dying conversation, pulled out a couple of roses and stuck them out in Gwen's direction, as he bowed, smiling. "Ah, German? American?" He looked at the blonde, "A rose for the pretty girl." However, before she could take it and thank him for the compliment, MJ simply said, 'Boh,' which caused his smile to falter. He grumpily walked off with his roses. Gwen widened her mouth in shock of MJ's rudeness, "MJ!" She left her two friends to follow the man to apologise, and they chuckled at her dire need to please people. Meanwhile, Michelle looked at Peter's hand and asked, "So, what's in the bag?"
Peter struggled to find an appropriate answer and the best reply he could come up with at the moment, "Boh."
"Nice."
Gwen returned with a chirpy smile and three roses in her hand. Her little ponytail bounced as she jogged toward them. Peter and MJ exchanges amused looks. "Here!" She handed one rose to MJ and one to Peter, looking at him a little longer. "I apologised to him, he called me a 'nice lady' to be exact." The brunettes laughed. "What did he call us?" Peter gestured towards him and MJ. She opened her mouth and let out a soft chuckle. "I'd rather not say."
While Gwen and MJ got busy in admiring a bunch of small crabs hurdling in the puddle of water in front of them, Peter noticed something strange happening in the sewage tunnel opening. He knitted his eyebrows together in confusion, his expression transitioning from unbothered and happy to worried and confused. Before he could do anything about it, a huge splash — like the water exploded all over the place — startled everyone in the area. MJ pulled Gwen back quickly, as her eyes were trained on the water taking the shape of a giant, all of a sudden.
At that very moment, Gwen, who probably would never have cursed in any given situation for no valid reason — of course, she'd significantly changed after the blip — yelled, "Is that supposed to be a fucking man?"
