It All Started That One Day~ A Peter Maximoff Fanfiction

Solving Problems

Kaitlyn's POV

"How do you feel?"

He spins around as if to deny all of my accusations, but one fleeting glance and he crumbles onto the bed with me. I'm pressed up against the headboard sitting criss cross applesauce, and now with Peter's head cradled in my lap.

"Honestly l feel like a major weight has been lifted from my shoulders, but at the same time I feel more hesitant and bashful around him." As his words go on his head gets heavier as if more stuff is being shoved inside it. I lackadaisical find myself running my slender fingers through his thick locks knowing the action will calm him.

"Pete, you saw how excited he was when you told him, and of course it's awkward it's only been two days" I try my best to reassure him, but I can still feel his heart pounding out of his chest. He releases an overly dramatic groan as if my words are annoying him.

"You know what peter, I will not sit here and listen to you whine about this while you do nothing to fix it." He cluelessly lifts his head eyebrows knotting together. I lift his head from my lap and pull him off the bed in one quick movement.

His face continues to twist in confusion as push him out the door with all my force. "Now don't come back without a happy story of you and your father." His face finally snaps back at my statement, but before he can protest I've shoved the door in his face.

For a few seconds I can hear his shoes squeaking outside my door blending with the wind, however before I can shout at him to leave he zooms off. If he's going to see his dad or not I'm not sure.

Only problem is now I'm bored

"Kaitlyn open this door before I knock it off its hinges." Ororos accent echoed through my room along with her obnoxious knocking ultimately resulting in me falling off my bed. All the way to the door I let out a slew of swear words while tripping over my own feet.

"What do you want? We have homework that is due on Monday" I scoff propping myself up against the door frame. Jean rolls her eyes playfully, and they both squeeze past me before plopping on my bed.

"One we have the weekend, and two you were laying on your bed so your excuse is invalid." Jean smirks while counting off on her fingers dramatically holding them up in victory. "Fine then what do you want to do?" I sigh flopping down beside them on the once made bed.

We all stare at each other waiting for someone to suggest something, but silence continues to fall. I stare out the the foggy window towards the dewy grass, and the small twig like tree Scott recently planted to replace the tree he obliterated.

"Kait can I ask a personal question?" Ororo pipes up while propping up on her elbows so she's staring me in the face. I quite an eyebrow, but shrug my shoulders nonetheless and await her question.

"When it comes down to it does Peter take it slow because that's what matters." I search her face for any sign of what she means, but she's completely serious. "be more specific Ororo" I state bluntly ushering her hand with my hand. "She means in the bed" Jean pipes nonchalantly nearly making me gag.

"It is not my place to share pervy intel on my boyfriend" I scoff kicking both of them. I'm more embarrassed for me though than Peter since he'll never know this happened. "It kinda is."

I glower at the two cackling girls clutching my bed sheets for dear life. "Well what details can you give me on you and Scott Jean." I'm staring her dead on, and instantly she pales grip loosening on the sheets. She swallows straightening as she does so as if to compose herself.