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@peter-ing-out-blog
“Tha’s okay… It’s not a spider, is it. Please tell me it’s not a spider, I’m so scared of them!”
“It’s um-” It’s a spider. Peter swallowed. He wasn’t a very good liar, he tended to just ramble on and blush, making it obvious he wasn’t being truthful. Instead, he just reached up, pulling the small spider out of the girl’s hair and flicking it off to one side. “It’s gone now.”
“Oh. I do? The fuck is it?”
“It um, it looked like a bit of paper. Or a petal. Or chewing gum. But I doubt it’s the last because it doesn’t really look sticky enough and I think it’s moving out of your hair so-”
“I’m never usually the person in charge. I…I don’t mean it like that, I just mean like…the person leading the way. I like it though,” Cleo giggled, setting off. It didn’t all see very exciting, but the views from every angle were different and she loved seeing them. “I’m Cleo.”
Peter smiled. Cleo seemed a lot easier to be around than a lot of the people he’d met a the party. And she liked exploring instead of being in the middle of a crowd; Peter liked that a lot. “I think this is my favourite view so far.” They were at the highest point they could get to without going through doors marked ‘PRIVATE NO ENTRY’. You could see the people below having fun, to the right was the land with lights twinkling in the distance and to the left, darkness. But it wasn’t creepy, it just seemed....impossible. Peter found himself mesmerised by it. “It’s funny isn’t it, how some people can be afraid of the dark. But I don’t find it scary. I think its comforting. Nobody can really see you, so nobody is staring, nobody is judging. Or maybe its the silence that comes with the dark. Maybe that’s what’s scary. Maybe-” Peter looked beside him at Cleo before blushing again. He hadn’t meant to go rambling on. Looking away from her and back out to sea, he spoke in a small voice. “I’m sorry if I go on, sometimes I don’t know I’m doing it.”
“Oh, urm, that’s just a flower. I don’t really know why I put it there. I guess I wanted to make up for not being a festival goer.”
“Oh. OH! I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said anything. That was really rude of me. It’s a nice flower. Pretty. It’s a good colour.”
“Oh, do I? Please tell me it’s not an insect.”
“I think it looks more like a leaf actually.” Peter said, squinting at the girl’s hair. “It’s just sort of in the front, to the side a bit, just there.” He tried to point out where it was but without much luck. Without another word he carefully reached up and untangled the leaf gently, letting it fall to the floor. “There you go.” He said with a small smile.
“It’s alright,” Imogen replied, fiddling with her hair and pulling out what looked like a small piece of confetti. “Tha’ rhymed, by tha way.”
Peter let out a small nervous laugh. He didn’t think he’d ever really feel comfortable around Imogen. “I just thought you might like to know it’s there because it was in the back so you might not have seen it in a mirror or-” Peter stopped and took a breath. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your evening.”
“It’s not a spider, is it?!”
“No! No it’s, um, it’s-” Peter leaned closer, squinting at what was caught up in Roxy’s hair. “It looks like-” Reaching up, he pulled it out, placing it in the palm of his hand before smiling as he looked up at Roxy. “It’s a ladybird!”
He took one more sip of his drink and giggled before brushing his hand through his hair.
“Is it gone yet?”
Peter watched whatever it was fly out of the guy’s hair before floating to the ground, soon getting lost under somebody’s shoe. “Y-yeah you got it.” Peter smiled small, giving a slight nod. “I wouldn’t normally point stuff like- like that out, but I’d been staring at it for a while and thought you might like to know it was there. Because it was on the back of your head. So you wouldn’t have been able to see it otherwise. And I didn’t think it was meant to be there. So..” Peter let his sentence trail off, realising that he had been nervously rambling for too long.
Not exactly, why?
Oh um, no sorry, I didn’t mean anything by that. I- I was just wondering.
You're lovely
“Sorry. Sorry. I didn’t mean to stare. It’s just, you’ve- you’ve got something in your hair.”
“T-That was really funny, do it again!”
“S-Sorry are you talking to me?”
Well at least now this will get interesting.
What’s that? Is it alcohol?
Sophie felt a sharp dig in her shoulder and decided to slip out of the crowd. Finding a less busy section of the boat near the railings, she finally reached behind her, pulling out the now bent tag from the inside of her shirt, unfortunately when she tugged on it, the tag snapped, coming free from the fabric. “No, no, no, no.” Sophie panicked, she couldn’t afford to not return this outfit, her inheritance was dropping too fast and she hadn’t secured a job. “Crap.” She sighed, gripping the railings and taking a deep breath
The boat was getting busier and busier and Peter found himself needing to get away...only he couldn’t on account of them being away from land. He’d found a quieter spot by the railings and tucked himself onto a bench. He watched people come and go, one of his favourtie things to do, and his eyes were drawn to a particular girl who stayed outside a little longer than the rest. Frowning slightly, he called out to her. “Are- are you OK?” He’d noticed her pull the tag out of her clothing and wondered if maybe she had been embarrassed because she’d forgotten to take it out before she got to the party. He remembered when his mum did that before and she told him off for not telling her sooner that the tag was still attached. “You seem upset.”
Sofia had just missed the necklace when someone else had picked it up, feeling a little annoyed, she was ready to demand it back before she recognised who it was. “You.” She smiled, recognising him from the cafe. “Do not worry, Mi amor.” She shook her head as she stood back up. Pulling down the hem of her dress, she stopped to watch him, his fumbling incredibly endearing to her. “A hand would be perfect.” She picked up her hair and turned around, looking over her shoulder at him
Me? Peter stared down at the necklace in his hand before looking at the nape of the girl’s neck before he put his half-drunk beer down on the side. His gaze flicked between them before he took a deep breath and shakily brought the necklace around her, taking each end in either hand. Bringing the clasp together, Peter concentrated hard and after the third attempt, he managed to hook it up. Letting it fall into place, he smiled small. “There you go.” He kept his gaze low, almost at the girl’s knees before he continued talking. Eye contact had never been one of his strengths. “Are you, um, are you enjoying the party so far?”
Josh chuckled and swerved his eyes up to look at Peter. “Even you?”
Peter smiled as he looked out across the water. “Especially me.”
Sofia sipped her drink as she leaned against the boats raising looking out into the sea of people. Scratching her neck, she somehow caught her necklace, sending the flimsy chain to the floor of the boat. “Mierda!” She mumbled, crouching down
Peter had just gotten himself a drink at the bar. Sipping timidly at the beer he looked around the boat, at all the people having a seemingly good time as the boat slowly chugged along. Walking across to the railings, he glanced at the girl next to him, just as she dropped something on the floor. Without a second thought Peter crouched down as she did, only beating her to the necklace by a fraction of a second. “Here.” He held out the necklace to her. “Sorry I didn’t mean to snatch it front you or-” He took a breath before standing up. “Do you need a hand put-putting it back on?” What was he doing? Half a pint down and already he was acting more confident than he would usually. “S-sorry, not that I don’t think you can put it on, I just thought you might like a hand.” And the normal, nervous rambling Peter returned.
