You Got The Wrong Number Kid

The Stabbing

A/N: I just want to say, if not specified, the chapter, or part, is in Petey's POV.

"Uuummm... I didn't stab myself, where'd you hear that? You stabbed yourself! I was only twirling the knife around carefully! Yeah, I stabbed myself." I said.

"Why were you twirling a knife?" Nattie asked.

"I wanted to learn how to throw knives, and was CAREFULLY twirling it, and dropped it and stabbed myself." I replied.

"Why do you want to learn how to throw knives?" Nattie asked.

"Because..."

"Because why?" 

"THIS ISN'T AN INTERROGATION! DO NOT INTERROGATE ME!" He yelled hysterically.

"Jeez, Ok, you don't have to yell at me," Nattie said.

"Oh, am I talking to loud. Sometimes I get overexcited, shoot off at the mouth." Peter exclaimed.

"I never had a group of friend before, I promise that I'll make y'all proud,"

"Let's get this guy in front of a crowd!"

"I am not throwing awa- hey wait a minute! Don't distract me from what's important! Why were you learning to twirl knives?" Nattie fumed.

"I don't know what's funnier, The fact that you know the lyrics, or the fact the you sang along." Peter said amused.

"Peter," Nattie said in her mom voice.

Wow, she has such a mom voice.

"I'm sorry, a WHAT VOICE?"

"Oh shit, I said that out loud, didn't I..."

"Uh, YEAH! Anyway, ANSWER THE GODDAMN QUESTION PETER!"

"Fine, fine, I was trying to learn how to throw knives because it looks cool," Peter finally reluctantly said.

"I know your half lying, but this is the best I'll most likely get out of you. I'll be in touch. See you soon Peter," Nattie said.

  Peter turned around to say goodbye to Nattie, but it was like she had melted into the shadows, she was gone.

A/N: So, this is not how I intended to write this chapter. I'm being completely honest right now, I hadn't intended to have that Hamilton scene. So, yeah.

Stay safe, stay healthy, stay in school, and black lives matter!