Peter ✶ [Lost Boy Series #1]

✶Leedle✶

 The alarm constantly rang until I decided to go and drag my butt out of bed. Going through my repetitive morning routine, I groggily took a shower and got dressed for school. Making my way downstairs with my backpack slung over my shoulder, my mother's heels frantically clicked against the floor.

"Morning ma," I unenthusiastically grumbled.

"Hey. Morning babe. Your dad is doing overtime today so he won't be home til about six or seven. My boss also persisted that I stay in until six today," she said while rolling her eyes. As she waited for her toaster waffles to pop out, she shuffled to the refrigerator to get some orange juice. On the other hand, here I was grabbing the colorful box of cereal that was placed in our old cabinets.

As soon as her waffles popped up, she grabbed them and instantaneously dropped them on the counter.

"You dork, of course they're going to be hot! They literally just came out of the toaster!" I giggled.

This made her serious expression crack into a smile. " I know, I just don't want to be late."

"Hey, well take it easy."

She turned around and studied me through the lens of her professional glasses. Dressed in a short-sleeved grey dress and black pumps, I didn't know how she managed. No wonder she always looked so tired. The poor woman was a workaholic.

"Well I will see you later. I'm thinking of picking up pizza on the way home. I'll text you on my lunch break," she said while grabbing her purse and keys. "Have a good day at school Lane!"

Nodding toward her, she shut the door and left me alone, surrounded by nothing but utter silence.

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Waiting in front of the school, the sun shone bright and its warmth kissed my skin. Teens were chatting amongst each other in groups, just waiting for the starting bell to ring. I on the other hand pretended to be busy on my phone while wallowing in my own self-pity. Perhaps it was my fault that I didn't have any friends. I was so antisocial that I didn't even know how to correctly approach a person.

All of a sudden a deep, masculine voice spoke into my ear and sent tickles down my spine.

"It's way too early to be sad Laney," Peter playfully whispered into my ear.

"I'm starting to think you're a creeper," I responded, stepping away from him.

Scanning his expression, he looked offended. "Just trying to make small talk is all," He said while sassily crossing his arms over his chest.

Looking at his expression, I couldn't help but burst into laughter. I barely knew this guy, but I couldn't help but feel like I've known him forever. He just seemed to have this radiant glow about him and it seemed to radiate outward.

"So Mister Finny," I said, poking fun of his last name, "what's your first class?"

Fetching a paper out of his bookbag, he looked over his schedule.

"English with Mr. Leedle?" As soon as he said the name out loud, he laughed so hard that I thought he was going to roll over.

"Leedle! That's so funny! It's like leedle leedle leedle leeeeee!"

"Peter, what drugs did you put in your cereal?" I said as I laughed with him.

As he caught his breath, he said seriously, " I ate poptarts Laney, not cereal."

And as the bell rang he got swept up in the crowd. So I decided that I would just catch up with him at my first class: English with Mr. Leedle.

© Lightning_Stryker 2016