Then it bursts into flames
Chapter 10
Peter’s Point of View
“Happy Birthday.” I whisper in her ear, she simply goes
“Mm.” and rolls into me. I can’t help it, she’s just too cute when she asleep.
“Anna.”
“Hm?”
“I love you.”
“That’s nice.”
“It’s your birthday.”
“I like waffles too.” She mumbles, sleepily as she places her head on my chest. I laugh
“Get up.” I say as I shake her lightly.
“Make me.” She says, as she curls into a ball.
“My pleasure.” I say, as I place kisses down her neck, making her squirm slightly.
“Peter.” She yelps,
“Yes?”
“I’m awake.” She says, her eyes wide.
“Good. Happy Birthday Pix.” I say as I kiss her nose.
“It’s not my birthday.” She says
“Yes it is.”
“No it’s not.”
“Yes it is, Clint told me.” I say, she shakes her head
“No. It can’t be.” She says, as she gets up. She looks at me “I’m eighteen!” she squeals. I raise an eyebrow
“Wow, very mature.” She laughs, throwing her head back.
“I should go buy a pack of cigarettes! I could buy lottery tickets!”
“What are you going to do with a pack of cigarettes?” I ask, she pushes me on my back
“Nothing, it’s the idea of the thing that counts.” She says.
“Well, I have a stuff planned for you.” I say, suddenly feeling shy about the whole thing. I can feel my cheeks heating up. She however seems to like the idea
“Really? That is so sweet.” She says as she leans down to kiss me.
“As much fun as I’m having right now, we should probably get going.” I say, as I roll of the bed, nearly face-planting into the floor. She laughs and shakes her head.
“Can you uncover my eyes yet?’ she asks, as her fingers tug at my hands.
“No, not yet.”
“Peter.” She whines, as she stomps her feet, looking like a five-year-old little girl instead of an eighteen-year-old girl. I guide us forward a few steps, and move my hands.
“Now you an open.” I say. Her reaction is priceless.
First her eyes go all wide, like a little kid on Christmas. Then she looks at me, and rolls her eyes doing her Adorable-I’m-trying-so-hard-not-to-smile-but-you’re-So-Stupid-That-I-have-to.
“How did you do this?” she asks, as she gestures to the small portion of Central Park that has experienced a small Disney takeover.
“What? It wasn’t that hard really. I just, you said you had never seen a Disney movie besides Frozen before. SO I thought,” I say as I gesture to the cardboard cutouts of every Disney character ever.
“You are just too good sometimes.”
“Sometimes?”
“Most of the time.” I raise an eyebrow.
“Fine, a large majority of the time.”
“Great answer.”
“I love you,”
“I love you too.”
“Happy Birthday.” I whisper in her ear, she simply goes
“Mm.” and rolls into me. I can’t help it, she’s just too cute when she asleep.
“Anna.”
“Hm?”
“I love you.”
“That’s nice.”
“It’s your birthday.”
“I like waffles too.” She mumbles, sleepily as she places her head on my chest. I laugh
“Get up.” I say as I shake her lightly.
“Make me.” She says, as she curls into a ball.
“My pleasure.” I say, as I place kisses down her neck, making her squirm slightly.
“Peter.” She yelps,
“Yes?”
“I’m awake.” She says, her eyes wide.
“Good. Happy Birthday Pix.” I say as I kiss her nose.
“It’s not my birthday.” She says
“Yes it is.”
“No it’s not.”
“Yes it is, Clint told me.” I say, she shakes her head
“No. It can’t be.” She says, as she gets up. She looks at me “I’m eighteen!” she squeals. I raise an eyebrow
“Wow, very mature.” She laughs, throwing her head back.
“I should go buy a pack of cigarettes! I could buy lottery tickets!”
“What are you going to do with a pack of cigarettes?” I ask, she pushes me on my back
“Nothing, it’s the idea of the thing that counts.” She says.
“Well, I have a stuff planned for you.” I say, suddenly feeling shy about the whole thing. I can feel my cheeks heating up. She however seems to like the idea
“Really? That is so sweet.” She says as she leans down to kiss me.
“As much fun as I’m having right now, we should probably get going.” I say, as I roll of the bed, nearly face-planting into the floor. She laughs and shakes her head.
“Can you uncover my eyes yet?’ she asks, as her fingers tug at my hands.
“No, not yet.”
“Peter.” She whines, as she stomps her feet, looking like a five-year-old little girl instead of an eighteen-year-old girl. I guide us forward a few steps, and move my hands.
“Now you an open.” I say. Her reaction is priceless.
First her eyes go all wide, like a little kid on Christmas. Then she looks at me, and rolls her eyes doing her Adorable-I’m-trying-so-hard-not-to-smile-but-you’re-So-Stupid-That-I-have-to.
“How did you do this?” she asks, as she gestures to the small portion of Central Park that has experienced a small Disney takeover.
“What? It wasn’t that hard really. I just, you said you had never seen a Disney movie besides Frozen before. SO I thought,” I say as I gesture to the cardboard cutouts of every Disney character ever.
“You are just too good sometimes.”
“Sometimes?”
“Most of the time.” I raise an eyebrow.
“Fine, a large majority of the time.”
“Great answer.”
“I love you,”
“I love you too.”
