The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 25: Christmas Party...

Basically a time skip..
They took Loki back to Asgard back in November. It was now December 23, I think.
I wasn't really sure.
Peter and I had become more close, helping each other when we can.
I did go back to school, surprisingly, but I was fine.
Fine.
Christmas break had started today, so I was really glad to get out of going back.
There was a party tonight, I was told, here at Stark Tower. Tony didn't tell me, he was still bothered by me. I didn't give a fuck anymore. I'll let him believe what he wanted.
They still hadn't helped me.
I cried a lot, because of it.
If they ever found me, I'd still be vulnerable.
Instead, Peter told me about the party, asking me if he wanted to go with me.
I told him it was irrelevant to ask that since we both basically lived here. So, he couldn't really ask me if I wanted to go.
Pepper was kind enough to get me a dress. I didn't want to wear it. I didn't.
But I had to.
If people saw me in it, they'd see everything. My scars and my arm.
There was a knock on my door after I slipped into the dress.
"It's Peter!" He calls out.
"Come in."
"I, o-oh, wow." He stutters.
"What?" I say, turning back to the mirror. It was my arm, wasn't it?
"No- no. It's nothing. I just- y-you look... really pretty." He mumbles.
I smile.
"Thanks."
I didn't know I felt about someone calling me pretty. It was kind of weird.
We walked out to the party together and when I tell you there was a lot of people...
There was a lot of people.
I immediately turned back around.
Peter grabs hold of my arm.
"Hey, it's okay."
He looks down and remembered I don't like people touching me. He immediately lets go.
"Sorry.." he says, "But, please stay for the party."
I didn't want to be around this many people.
"Fine. Not too long."
He smiles.
"Yeah, yeah. Sure. Of course. Okay."
I laugh. He always did that. Repeating different words that meant 'yes' or 'no'.
The party mainly included the adults drinking and Stark playing AC/DC. Or whatever.
I thought this was a Christmas party, so why is there no Christmas music playing? Peter even wore a Santa hat which looked ridiculous.
Like on cue, the music changes to loud Christmas music.
We walk over to the bar area, to get some food.
"Why is there no food?" I laugh.
Peter shrugs and laughs.
"I guess they're only planning on drinking." He says.
"Apparently." I laugh.
Tony already looked drunk.
I watched as some glares came my way.
I must've looked uncomfortable because Peter starts talking to me.
"This party is kind of lame.. isn't it?" He says, trying to get me to feel better.
"Yeah." I laugh a bit.
"Want to... go to the roof?It's snowing.." he smiles.
"Let me grab my jacket, first."
I head back to my room, grabbing my jacket and putting it on. It wasn't the best jacket for snow weather, but it'd do.
I head back to where Peter was.
"Alright, I'm ready." I smile.
We walk up the stairs, not drawing any attention to ourselves.
It was a bit cold out, but nothing I couldn't handle.
As soon as we open the door to the roof, the snowy breeze hits us in the face.
We slowly walk over to the edge, not wanting to slip, and sit down. We didn't sit too close to the edge, though. The breeze was too heavy.
"I had a weird dream last night." Peter begins, looking up at the stars.
"Oh yeah? What was it?"
"Well- I.. there was... how do I say this- I dreamt about Frosty the Snowman.." he laughs.
"Okay, what happened?"
"So, get this, Frosty the Snowman got angry at me for calling him Frosty the Snowman! And then he was all like," He laughs, " 'Listen here you rusty screw, how would you like it if I called you Fleshy the Skinman...' and then I was like 'woah, okay dude chill.' And then he was like 'chill? Is that because I'm a snowman?' And I'm like 'no, no I'm sorry.' But then he said 'no you aren't.' And then I'm like 'yes I am' and he comes over to me and starts throwing snowballs at me! And with that, I was now Frosty the Snowman."
I was laughing so hard, I couldn't breathe.
What the fuck?!
"Oh my god, I think I had the exact same dream last night!" I lie.
"Really?" He asks, excited.
"Are you crazy? Of course I didn't. What the fuck do you think about at night?" I laugh.
"All I did was watch Frosty the Snowman before bed last night!" He laughs.
"Wrong move. You probably shouldn't watch Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer tonight either. Unless, of course, you want to have a nightmare with him stomping on your face or that kind of shit."
"Last time I'm watching Frosty the Snowman." He laughs.
"But, anyway, how was your day, though?" He asks.
"Well, nobody died." I answer.
"Those are your standards?"
"Well I'm not going to say I had a bad day just because I stubbed my toe on a desk!"
"Did you actually, though?" He laughs.
"Yes. It is not a laughing matter. It hurt." I joke, trying to stay serious.
"Well, then, I am very sorry that you stubbed your toe on a desk." He says, trying his very best not to laugh.
"So is the desk, apparently."
"What does that mean?"
"Well, I wasn't in a good mood this morning.. then I stubbed my toe as soon as I got out of bed... so I stated breaking it."
"You what?" He laughs.
"To be fair, I wasn't in a good mood!"
"I don't think that's very fair."
"Of course it isn't, but the desk doesn't need to know that." I laugh.
I was in a good mood, now.
I was because he was there to put me in one.
The roof was covered in snow, so we got up before it could get worse.
But then suddenly a ball of cold, frozen water, hits my face.
"Damn, did I just witness the biggest snowflake or did you throw a snowball at me."
He shrugs and smiles.
I pick up some snow, forming in into a ball, and throwing it back at him.
"H-hey, no it was a joke!" He laughs.
"No, that was the start of a war."
"For real?"
"Yes, now you better start making a fort of some sort so I don't massacre you with snowballs."
"Oh-." He laughs, starting to build a barrier with the snow that was on the roof.
We both build small barriers to cover ourselves from the snowballs we throw at each other.
"PETER?" I laugh.
"What?" He laughs, too.
"What the hell is that!?" I say, pointing toward his barrier.
It was so small, he couldn't even fit behind it.
"It's my barrier!"
"That's not even going to cover your body!"
"Are you doubting my defense mechanism?" He laughs.
"YES!"
He starts throwing snowballs at me, so I throw some back at him.
He ducks behind his barrier, but it hits him.
"I told you! It wouldn't cover you!"
"No! I just didn't crouch down all the way! It covers me!"
"No it doesn't, Peter!" I laugh.
"YES IT DOES!" He claims.
I end up throwing all my snowballs at him. Hitting him with them each time.
"Thats no fair, you've gotten higher ground."
"This roof is literally as flat as it gets."
"Well, I- I don't know.. maybe you had better snow on your side."
"That literally has nothing to do with aim."
"Maybe it does!" He laughs.
"Yeah, okay."
..
We head back inside, extremely cold.
My fingers had turned red and so had my nose.
I checked the time, and it was nearing 11:30.
Surprisingly, people were still crowded at the party.
"How long is Stark holding this party?" I ask.
"Who knows.. really." He chuckles.
"He looks really drunk."
"That's probably because he is really drunk."
He goes back to his room to get changed, as I go to mine.
I put on cozy pajamas I found in the closet.
Again, I had no idea who's clothes I was wearing everyday. It surely wasn't mine.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"It's Peter." He says.
"I know, come in."
He comes in and flops down next to me on my bed.
"You wanna watch a movie?"
"Depends. It surely won't be Frosty The Snowman." I laugh.
"Well- yeah, clearly. What about Rudolph?" He suggest.
"You'll have a nightmare about that tonight, no."
"I will not!" He laughs.
"Yes, you will."
"It was one time. One time, I watched a movie and I have a dream about it!"
"If we watch this, it'll be two."
"No it won't! Pleaseeee." He begs.
"Fine." I smile.
"Yay."
He turns on the TV and he rents Rudolph.
I haven't actually watched this movie before.
...
"No! He can't run away. How could this get any worse for him?" I say.
"Give it a few minutes. It will."
...
"No! Now he's being chased by the Abominable Snowman!"
"Yup."
"Why?"
"I don't know, ask him." He laughs.
"How would you like me to do that?"
...
"So... now they're singing...?"
"Yeah."
"B-but. How is the Abominable Snowman nice?!"
"Did you see what happened?"
"Yes!"
"Then you'd know how!" He laughs.
...
We lay, now staring at the ceiling. It was past midnight and the party music still blared loudly.
We talked about all the avengers.
"Are you sure I can't punch him in the face?" I say, referring to Stark.
"Yes." He replies.
"What if I.. you know.. just break his nose a little?"
"How do you break someone's nose a little?"
"I don't know. Just don't punch it as hard?"
"That's not the type of question you're supposed to answer with a question."
"Well, how would I know if that's how noses work?"
"I don't know, look it up."
"No, that's boring. Why would I read about noses for fun?"
"I dunno."
"Well, I dunno either."
"You know, honestly, you don't strike me as the type of person who was basically a professional criminal one bit."
"Really?That's what made me so good at it, then.I'm so pretty they'd never expect anything." I laugh.
I didn't care that I was making a joke about my past.
"But seriously why can't I just break Stark's nose a little bit?"
"No! You'll break his heart if you make his nose look weird and broken."
"He has a heart? Well, well, they do say you learn something new each day!" I laugh.
"I think if he didn't have a heart, he'd be dead, Sarah."
"Probably."
"Probably?"
"Probably."
"What do you mean, probably?"
"I dunno."
He laughs.
We just began to talk about random things. We didn't really have a subject to talk about.
"Why aren't you afraid of me?" I ask.
"Seriously? I have worse nightmares about failing AP Chemistry." He jokes.
"Ah, true. Chemistry is horrifying. I wish there was a way to get out of it."
"Oh, yeah? How would we do that."
"Well we could set the school on fire. They'd never suspect a thing. Give everybody a passing grade for trauma."
"Or... we could actually just study."
"My way is much more efficient."
"Your way is going to get us killed."
"See that's where you're wrong."
"How?"
"We'd be standing on the outside of the building."
"Okay.. but everybody else inside?"
"Well that's their fault, just don't get burned."
"That's not exactly how it works."
"Sure it is."
"How?"
"The fire can't touch you without consent."
"Oh my god."
"Are you doubting my knowledge?"
"I'm doubting a lot of things right now,"He jokes, "I can't tell whether you're sarcastic or serious."
"Why would I joke about such topics?"
"I don't know, why would you?" He laughs.
I shrug.
"I want sleep." I blurt out.
"Then sleep."
"But I don't want to."
"You just said you did?"
"Yeah, my mood changes really fast."
"I'll stay with you, if you're worried about nightmares."
"I don't need someone with me." I joke.
"Alright, then, I guess I'll leave.."
"Don't you dare."
"I'll only stay since you're so desperate for me to."
"I'm not desperate I just don't like being alone."
"Yeah, okay."
I grab a blanket and throw it over myself.
"What, do I not get a blanket? I don't want to be cold!"
"Hiss. Get your own." I laugh, cuddling myself in the blankets.
"Do you have any more in here?"
"No, what for?"
"Alright, I'll be right back." He says, jumping up in the vents to get to his room.
..
He comes back with a blanket and flops down next to me on the bed.
The bed was like, a king size, so it didn't matter if he slept in the same bed as me.
"You're not going to kick me off the bed in the middle of the night, are you?" He says.
"I don't know, it depends."
"Of course it does." He chuckles.
"Goodnight Peter." I say, turning off the lights with the flick of my hand.
"Goodnight, Sarah."
"Don't let Rudolph into your dreams." I whisper.
"I hate you." He jokes, throwing a pillow on my face.
"Why? I'm lovely."
"Goodnight!" He exclaims.
"Ehehe. Rudolph really wants you to dream a little dream about him."
"I shouldn't have even suggested Rudolph."
"You're damn right."
He sighs.
"Maybe Rudolph will be in your dream, too? Ever think of that?"
"No, why would I? Do you? Maybe that's why you had a nightmare of Frosty. You thought about him. Aw, you got a character crush?"
"No!" He laughs, "He was just the last thing I saw before bed."
"You sleeping with Frosty, too!?"
"GOODNIGHT!" He laughs.
"Ehehe, night."