It was a saturday morning and Peter was already up. He was not exactly a morning person so after his alarm sounded at least five times, he woke up with the emotion of why he had set up a cellphone alarm on a saturday: Dorothy Allison was coming to town. It was not the most normal thing to fancy when you were a 21-year-old nerd but hey, he liked reading and lesbian fiction was good, plus, the poems… wow, they were genius. He had to admit some of his fangirling action was because of his mother but since she had to work a shift she wouldn’t be able to meet the writer for the 5th time in her life, so Peter was going solo.
He took his wallet and walked towards the car. This was a big day and nothing could ruin it, absolutely nothing. He had even done his coursework so he wouldn’t be running with it the whole weekend so he could meet up with some friends. 10 minutes more or less, he was at the bookshop. There were some girls and women and men and yes, he was the only guy around his age but it was fine. He was ready to buy a copy from her new book so he stood there outside the store with a big smile on his face when he noticed a pub besides. He narrowed his eyes… a pint would be nice now that he was nervous but he didn’t want to miss his place on the line. Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t realize he was staring a lot and it seemed like he was staring at some girl inside the place.
Aislin had left the house with a bigger pure, it was damn near a satchel because there was a sale on comic books. Third Place Comics was having a special winter sale to get rid of some of their back issues to make room for the new wave of comics coming this summer. She tried to dress cute but because of the cold ended up in a jacket and winter beanie. She entered the store and the name was fitting it was her third place, home being one work was supposed to be second and the comic shop was third.
“Maybe I should get a job here…” she mused to herself.
Aislin looked through the comics; she had been paid by a few places for her one day of service before being fired. She avoided some of the guys there because they would always test her knowledge and the clerk would until he saw what she was picking out. She had some Hellblazer issues she needed, a few Punisher, some old Green Lantern before the black spandex old. A few indi comics and even a Star Wars one because the female Jedi remained Aislin of her sister Chloe.
She left the shop with her satchel full of comics, a smile was plastered to her face as she nearly skipped with excitement down passed a book store that was having a signing. She was laser focused on the pub, she would probably sit at the bar for a little before she got a booth and read her comics alone. The past few visits she had made friends and maybe she would make another. She sat near the window of the pub and ordered a pint of lager. She had no idea someone was staring at her as she pulled out an issue of Punisher Vs. The Marvel Universe.
Okay… this was Dorothy Allison, like, really… Dorothy Allison! Peter loved her books and was about to get one copy signed by her but there was this ginger girl with a comic and he thought this was something he would never witness. The most fantastic thing about that was that the girl was pretty and, well, girly and was not a thirteen-year-old girl, or maybe she was and looked older enough to get into a pub? Nope, that was ridiculous. Maybe he could go and talk to her about her amazing taste in ‘literature’ and then go back to the signing. He had an intern debate and with a sigh and a lot of stares from women on the file, he headed towards the girl. A pub this early was not appealing at all. In fact, Pete was not a pub fan because he didn’t drink a lot but there were always first times for everything.
The confused and ashamed boy didn’t want to interrupt but seriously, he had been searching for the comic she was reading for nearly three months and now here it was, in her hands and it was calling his name. With his copy of Bastard Out Of Carolina hidden on his back, he approached the girl silently, trying to catch a sight of the graphics and maybe even some words but before he could move away or even realize it, he was pretty sure he was unintentionally breathing near her neck.
Aislin sipped her beer as she gleefully read Punisher Vs. The Marvel Universe. It was just as bloody and gory as she wanted from a Punisher book. Super heroes and villains had become zombie like and only the Punisher could stop them. She giggled at some of the jokes and sipped her beer. She felt a presence behind her and ignored it until she felt the hot breath. This was it, this was how she was kidnapped and murdered.
“Kindly fuck off, or my Taser will meet your cock,” she tried to say as bravely as she could muster.
Thor was in her purse but she would have to bend to get it, she could go for it but if this person wanted to hurt her they could. So she quickly grabbed a knife and turned in the bar stool. She locked eyes with the guy and he was fit, but a creeper. This was going to be an interesting story to tell, she wondered if her grandkids would ask her about the time she stabbed a bloke in a bar.
“I’ve never stabbed a bloke but I’m always willing to try anything once,” she said, her hand quivered. She was sure she couldn’t stab someone.
Wow. Even with what he was doing, not on purpose, Peter hadn’t expected a reaction like that. He backed off and lifted his arms in self defense.Then he narrowed his eyes and blinked. Did he hear right?
“Kindly and fuck off shouldn’t be on the same sentence… and why on earth would you have a Taser with you?”
Where could you even get a gun like that anyways? He thought the use of peper spray was enough since that thing hurt like hell. He had to admit a girl or two had used it with him. The girl was now waving a knife and he swallowed hard. Maybe he shouldn’t approach girls like that, but he was only trying to read and see the illustrations. Peter shook his head frenetically and kept on walking backwards.
“No, no, no, no, no, no… no need of— stabbing anyone. Plus! You-you are going to leave a bunch of witnesses.”
When he got up this morning for the meet & greet, he never thought of a girl trying to murder him in some bar. How ironic since girls had always liked him as a mate, he was more peaceful than hippies and he didn’t go to pubs. Why was he being what?
“Oh… if you put it that way…”
He nodded and tucked his lips. He seriously needed to stop approaching like this. Girls were dangerous nowadays.
“I’m-I’m-I’m sorry, okay? I was just… excited about seeing that comic since I’ve been looking for it and… seriously, I didn’t think of anything else. I’m sorry, okay? Can you— can you, please, put that knife down? Please?”
“Why should I? You said you wanted it? What if you try to steal it? This comic book is amazing and I mean you are still being weird and creepy! I don’t know your name and your hot breath was on my neck. I know it wasn’t stinky but still! You breathed on me and you bloody scared me! I will not be some damsel in distress,” she said.
Had she overreacted? Maybe. But she was still justified because she had known so many girls who had been hurt at bars. Her hand was shaking and she brought the knife down. She would give the bloke a chance, but her hand went to her purse. She felt the hard plastic shell of Thor the Taser. Just in case he came too close, she would not be a victim. Aislin had read too many comic books to be the victim.
“Its not my fault you missed new comic book day and the sale that Third Place Comics had. I got the last copy of this and you will never get to read it. How do you feel now pretty boy?” she said with a smirk.
Aislin took her beer and sipped it smugly. She held up the comic and read it while being comical about it. She made faces and noises like she was surprise at the outcome. She looked at the bloke ike he was missing out on the greatest reveal since Laura Palmers’ murder in Twin Peaks.
Peter frowned, still not daring to take a step forwards to the girl.
“Okay, okay, no one should breathe on anybody’s neck unless wanted. And I’m not a thief, I mean, I know the value of that comic and the value of all of them so I would never do that. Can—can you please calm down?”
He sighed once she put the knife down but there was no way he was going to get close to a girl who had a Taser in her purse. Then she went on mocking him because he didn’t own the comic and he narrowed his eyes. It wasn’t fair so be pouted, a gesture he made often without realizing it. Pete kept on staring at the girl and at the comic and folded his arms.
“How do I feel? Well, One of my professors is a a comic geek so I guess I’ll borrow it, he owns me many favours so ha! I’ll get to read it and all that will be in here…”
He pointed at his head and smiled as if he had won the Grand Prix at Mario Bros. with Toad as his driver, passing all of the stages in 1st place. Still, his smile fainted a little since she was right, he would never get to have it to contemplate it in his dorm.
“Yeah. keep on reading, like I care… Now, can I order a drink or are you going to electrocute me if I get closer to the counter?”
She frowned behind the comic book; she didn’t want him to see that she felt bad. The comic was good but not as good as she had acted. She adjusted her face to look normal and not frown-y, she was glad she hadn’t cried because her make-up that was put on terrible would be running. Aislin closed the comic book and placed it on her lap. Aislin was too afraid to put it on the bar because it would most likely ruin the comic.
“I’m sorry, but I deal with a lot of dick heads. Sometimes it’s so hard to be into comics as a girl. I always get questions and tested as a ‘real geek girl’ and I bet I could destroy anyone in comic book trivia.”
She took her beer that was nearly empty and she finished it, she looked over to the guy. She didn’t have much money after her comic book expedition. She turned to him and chuckled softly.
“Well if you want to make up for being a creeper, my beer is empty. I may give you my name and let you hold it or maybe even hold this comic,” she said and went to her bag.
Aislin pulled out a comic book, it was in pristine condition. It was wrapped and boarded so it was still bright and vibrant. The book was an original print of Uncanny X-Men one hundred. It wouldn’t be worth much currently but it would be. She hopped, either way she had needed this comic.
No more Taser, no more knife, no more reading of the comic in front of him. Peter sighed in relief but was surprised at the new attitude the girl had taken and also by what she had said. He frowned and put his hands on his waist, glad he was not on his way to a hospital.
“That’s… that’s not fair but I thought I was being like a psychotic stalker… anyways, why is it so hard to be a girl in that world? I mean, I also get tested sometimes but that it how it is, don’t you think?”
Pete looked down at his feet for a second before taking a step forwards, as if a misstep could detonate a bomb. Apparently, there was nothing to worry about now so he made it to the counter. She finished off her drink and was now chuckling… why were girls so complicated? His brows raised automatically as she kept on talking. Peter licked his lips and nodded before looking out the door. There were more women in the line and he pouted. His face expression definitely changed after he saw the treasure she was holding now.
“You… why are you carrying it around? Like… people could steal it from you or you could lose it or… or… I don’t know, your lipstick could melt and stain it…”
And it was time to breathe and act like a normal person. Peter chuckled and rubbed his neck.
“It’s fine, I mean, you don’t have to but I will buy you that… that thing.”
He slipped his hand inside his pocket and took some money out.
“Uhm… another beer for the girl here and… a glass of cider for me, please.”
“I’m Aislin, not giving you my last name,” she said but smiled. She extended a hand and wouldn’t reveal her last name.
Because if this bloke was like all the other nerds they would make a Catcher in the Rye” joke and ask if she was as rebellious as her “father.” She had heard ever joke and to keep her sanity would just introduce herself with just a first name. Plus her first name was different enough that she doubted anyone else knew an Aislin. Plus Aislin had many different spellings.
”Drinking cider? Are you going to drive somewhere or are you,” she pauced for dramatic and comedic effect. “Straight edge.”
Aislin took her knew beer, smiling and sipped the golden nector. Did she have a problem? She didn’t know or care. She just existed to draw, read and drink. It was probably why she couldn’t hold down a job. Her sister was starting to ask for rent money and she had to keep lying about why she hadn’t paid. She slide the first comic book over to the boy but still held the X-Men one.
“Do you honestly think I would put my make up with my comics? That’s sexist, you should make up for that sexism. I won’t tolerate it.” Aislin said with a sly smile.
If this bloke was straight edge he probably would be turned off by her drinking but if he was just not used to drinking at this time than maybe she could peer pressure him to have some fun. She poked his shoulder.
“Peer pressure, finish that cider and get a real drink. Maybe we could talk which is better Crisis on Infinite Earth, Identity Crisis or Infinity Crisis? Or are you a Marvel only fan? We could talk about how awful The Ultimates got after volume 3.”
“Aislin. I think I can remember it but is not so common. Mine is for sure, I’m Peter.”
He smirked when she saw her extended hand and shook it gently. Things had changed dramatically but he was very pleased about it. The smile was now smaller and he shrugged.
“Well, no… I don’t drink much, besides, it’s too early… for me anyway.”
He didn’t want to offend the girl but it seemed like it had already happened. Again. Pete took a sip of his drink and immediately shook his hands in front of him with a worried expression on his face.
“No, no, no, no, no… I didn’t mean to be sexist, it’s just what girls carry with them not that… you’re not really mad, are you?”
Pete sighed. It was hard to distinguish a joke from a serious statement that she made after being threatened with two weapons. He chuckled and took another sip of the cider. He turned to face Aislin again, interested in why she had to say. A real drink? He looked down at his cider and blinked a couple times. Well, drinking was not his favourite thing to do but she had made an invitation and he was not going to be rude.
“You really like Crisis, don’t you? Uhm… actually…”
He looked out again. Where had time gone? Women were leaving and so was Dorothy Allison. It was too late so he would have to meet her in some other time, maybe tomorrow when she sign books outside a Chinese restaurant.
“Yeah, I mean, why not? But a beer would be fine, I haven’t drunk anything else, anything stronger.”
He drank the whole glass, wiped his mouth and order a beer. One wouldn’t hurt, right?
“Relax Tiger, I’ve got a bit of a sense of humor when not being stalked,” she said.
Maybe she should have asked his name and then told him hers was Mary Jane. But any form of relationship would be ruined if filled with lies. She watched him as he spoke, he used his hands a lot and his face was very expressive. She liked how awkward he was, stumbling over his words and it made her feel a bit powerful. Like Wonder Woman using her lasso of truth and she really hoped she wouldn’t need one of those for Peter but he seemed honest.
“I enjoy multiverses and the different Crisis story archs provide that. But I also read indie stuff and things that aren’t DC or Marvel. I actually just picked up a trade of Locke and Key by Stephen King’s son Joe Hill. Also Dark Horse’s Star Wars books are always a fun time. As long as there’s no Jar Jar but plenty of Ewoks. I’m rambling again,” she said.
Aislin sipped her beer as he finished off the cider and ordered a beer. She smiled, peer pressure was so easy and she would need to do it more often. She looked Peter over while he was talking with the bartender; he was good to look at. Better than most of the geeks and nerds that flirt with her. She couldn’t help being a bit shallow, because Doritos dusted fingers, fedoras and jizz stained jean shorts were not attractive. Oh and pony tails, gods she wished she could hack off every male pony tail.
“Don’t worry Peter, we won’t be doing shots and then sloppily snogging in a dirty loo. That’s only Saturday nights,” she said and smirked. She was a few beers in, not that he could tell but she was feeling flirty.
Peter hadn’t drink from his beer since he was really into the conversation. Aislin really liked her comics and then books. It was good to hear she was not one of those people who only liked one thing and that only thing was the best thing on the world as the others were crap.
“Oh yeah. I had to re-read a couple of pages because I get distracted so easily. My mum was using the vacuum-cleaner and I got lost when they changed from Earth to Earth. The sketches are pretty good, too.”
Peter let out a chuckle and shook his head.
“No problem there, I ramble a lot too so, we might have more in common than I originally thought.”
He had read some novels, Poe and King were his favourite when it came to terror. But he hadn’t done a good research on their lives since he didn’t know Stephen King had a son who was also a writer. Now he made a mental note of buying the book as soon as he could. He looked down at the beer and licked his lips. Once the liquid touched his lips, he had to swallow fast because what Aislin had said made him nervous and if he didn’t do that, he would be spitting it all over the place. He coughed and cleaned his mouth with the back of his hand. Pete looked over at her and chuckled nervously, one of the best things he was good at.
“Even if we did shots I would be on my way to the hospital or to the toilet, but to throw up or pass out. Don’t think I could handle more than one of those… whatever it is. Not that I want to go to a toilet and make out with you… not that you’re not pretty but I’m not like that… I mean, I…”
Here it comes again. He better decided to shut up and sighed, smiling at the redhead and taking a long sip of his drink, which made him make a face. It was bitter, but didn’t taste bad. Maybe it he got used to the flavour, it would be easier.
She listened to him, keeping eye contact to show she was paying attention. But she was also noticing little things about him. The faces he made when sipping the beer, or when talking. The subtle hand movements as he tried to come up with a sentence without tripping over himself. How he got all flustered at the idea of snogging and she could easily tease him more. Was she not good enough for a drunken snog fest? But she had teased him enough.
“Do you still live at home? I ask because I recently moved here with my older sister to get away from my parents. I don’t hate them but their judging ways got under my skin.” Aislin said.
She drank the beer, and realized she was kicking his arse in the boozelympics. It was cute how much of a light weight he was and she knew she had to stop before she scared off the bloke with her ability to drink him under the table. She knew guys didn’t like to be beat, they had such fragile egos. Plus Peter was too nice for her to want to stomp on his ego.
“You don’t seem very comfortable in this pub, do you wanna go for a walk? Promise you won’t murder me and wear my skin? Okay maybe you can but you have to reenact Silence of the Lambs, the whole bit even the tuck and Goodbye Horses.” Aislin giggled, that movie was so fucked up what was not to love about it.
Aislin hopped down from the stool, taking her comic back from Peter and putting it in the protective slip. She placed it in her bag and was walking out of the pub. If she was confident enough she could get away without having to pay for her first two drinks. She didn’t normally steal but her cash flow was getting low and if she could get away with some free beer she would. That or Peter would pay for them out of the generosity of his wallet or heart.
”Uhm, yeah. I’ve got my dorm at the Uni but I spend most of my nights at home. My mum and I have a very close relationship and I’m all she’s got so…”
He knew people most of the times made fun of boys who lived with their parents but he didn’t care. People made fun of him for various other reasons anyways. Now he knew she had a sister. It was great to know more about her than just her self protection ways. He took his pint and drank half of it just to try and look cool but he ended up almost choking and with the bitter taste from his lips to his throat. He couldn’t help making a face and felt ashamed already. Aislin must be judging him hard right now. But instead of laughing or making immature choices, she came up with an idea. He stared at her before nodding and chuckling a bit.
“Oh, well… it was okay for me if you wanted to stay here…”
But he couldn’t end his sentence because the redhead was already on her way out. For a walk they would go then. He didn’t feel good by leaving half of the liquid in the glass so he took a deep breath and downed it all, now allowing himself to cough more confidently before he took his wallet out to pay for the beer and the cider. He placed the money on the counter and his wallet back in his pocket.
“Oi, mate, the gal. Two beers.”
The lad stared at Peter and extended his hand in front of him. Peter looked at her smiled. Nice tactic. He took his wallet out again and paid for the drinks. Now he was able to follow her out of the place. He wouldn’t even mention about the beers but yeah, he was smirking.
“Yeah, sure. I was just making sure I got my murder weapon with me.”
”Good you can protect me like a knight in shining armor,” she said and playfully nudged him with her shoulder.
They walked the streets of Bristol; she was pretty buzzed and was all smiles. She was holding her purse tight due to instincts. Having grown up in London if you didn’t want your shit stolen by some fuck head you held it close to her body. She then realized she hadn’t said anything in a while but the silence hadn’t been awkward. She looked over to him; he was about four inches taller than her.
“You live at home? That’s so nice that you help your mother out. Mine is a nightmare, always on my arse. Aislin get a job, Aislin stop doodling, Aislin this Aislin that. So when my sister moved down here for a nursing job I rode her coat tails. I didn’t like London anyway,” she said.
Everything was too expensive; it was always crowded and noisy. Bristol wasn’t like a little town that had nothing but country side but compared to London it was drastically different. She liked it so far and she liked the company of Peter. She hadn’t noticed how close they were as they walked the streets. Maybe it was attraction or maybe she hoped he was a knight in shining armor.
“This maybe forward but I live close by and we could I don’t know check out my comics or we could torrent some movies and watch them. I finally figured out how to get them to play on my TV from my laptop. I know, but I was never good with computers so I’m pretty proud of this accomplishment.”
Was she crazy to invite this stranger over? He could be a murderer or a rapist. But she wanted friends and she felt desperate for this need. But he had similar tastes and wasn’t bad to look at to boot. She smiled as she waited for his answer.
Peter smiled back at her. Now he didn’t know what ti say, after the awkward way they had met, after all the weird things they had shared. After almost being attacked by her. He chuckled quietly, hoping she wouldn’t notice.
“Oh, so you’re from London. Yeah, I mean, we have a great relationship.”
He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as he tried to give smaller steps so he wouldn’t walk in front of the redhead. His arm brushed hers and he immediately grabbed it, faking he was scratching it. His face felt warm and he sighed. He wondered why always got so nervous around girls, mostly when he accidentally touched them. Think, Peter, think… that was everything he had in mind. He had to stop being so awkward but the more he tried to be spontaneous or get a topic of conversation, his head was in blank. Her invitation took him by surprise so he stared, thinking she was joking.
He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. Why did he have to go speechless now?
“Err, I meant… yeah, sure, why not? Torrent comics and check some films, good idea. Yeah… Oh, it is a good accomplishment, not that easy. I could help you but you already figured it out so…”
He laughed nervously. Now she was going to think he had mental issues.
“Will your sister be there? I mean, not that I want her to be there… not that I want to be alone with you… I mean, I like you but…
A pause, a deep breath and a roll of eyes.
“Just wanted to make sure you felt comfortable at your own place.”
She put her arm around his waist, she was a bit tipsy and he was fit. She felt comfortable and when he got awkward it made him even cuter. They were getting close to his place and his innocent questions made her giggle. He was trying to be a good bloke but the way he said everything it made her laugh. Like he was a massive pervert. But she had a good feeling about him and she hoped she was right.
“My sister is a nurse, so I doubt she will be around. Why Peter you afraid of getting caught with me?” she said and smirked.
He was almost too easy to tease, when they made the left turn and got close to her flat she looked up to him. She really hoped he was a good bloke. Even if they never did anything sexual she just hoped she had made the right choice bringing him into her life. He was genuine, nice and not bad to look at. It was hard to not just drag him down and start snogging him. But in a way she hoped he made the first move.
They walked up to her flat and he let him in, the place was empty as she brought him upstairs. She was holding his hand as she guided him to her room. She had her computer set up to a nice monitor that was 40inches. It was one of her prized possessions and she went to her keyboard to find a movie.
“Do you have a preference, tiger?”
Aislin’s arm was just around his waist but he already felt like sweating. Despite his looks, Peter had never drag anyone’s attention to himself. She got infatuated with some girls but they didn’t like him that way, so when one tried to go to third base, he just panicked. Peter didn’t even know what a third base was until he looked it up, for god’s sakes. He had no idea of how to handle that, plus he didn’t want to get attached to someone who wouldn’t, Friends with benefits would never work with him. He looked down at her and smiled, extendng his arm to do the same with her but it felt wrong. He quickly put his hands up and shook his head.
“No, no, no… I mean, it was just a question.”
It was better if he didn’t say much. They separated and he slid his hands inside his pockets, book under his arm. He better not lose it or his mum would be furious. He swallowed as Aislin opened the door and thanked her before getting inside. He liked to have a look to someone else’s place since it said a lot of that person. And it helped him get distracted from the current situation. Pete was now staring at their hands since she had grabbed it and were going upstairs, Triple nervous. He almost tipped over one of the steps. When he saw her monitor, his jaw dropped open. He cleared his throat and rubbed his hands on his pants to dry them for the possible sweat moisting them.
“Not really, whatever works for me. How about… The Crow? Have you seen it?”
Peter cleared his voice again. She was at some girl’s dorm probably the first time since his mother’s didn’t count. Well, maybe his cousins but nothing like this.
“Nice… nice flat and–and dorm you have.”
“This is just a flat, I don’t go to uni yet,” she said.
She was trying to find The Crow; she would have to download it because she didn’t own it. But she had heard stories about the movie. So it must be interesting. She turned back as she saw him looking around her room. She had cleaned it recently, prior to this day she had a few empty cheap vodka bottles on the floor and clothes. But she had cleaned up and was very glad.
“Downloading it now, I have a bunch of super hero movies. Also a bunch of quirky indie movies and well some movies I’m embarrassed that I like,” she said.
She got up and walked over to him, she had grabbed the remote so once the file was done she could select it and they would begin to watch the movie in high definition. She had liked seeing his smile when he saw her TV. She sat down on her bed and she tapped it to show he could sit next to her. He was too adorable with her awkwardness, but he seemed to be so awkward that he would never make a move unless she explicitly asked him to.
She heard the ding from her computer; she pointed the remote and pressed a few buttons. The movie started with the typical logos and she was smiling. This was one of those movies that she had always wanted to see and now she was with a cute boy.
“No, I mean, yeah, I was referring to here, your bedroom.”
Peter chuckled at the mention of all the films. He was having trouble with himself though, since he felt comfortable with Aislin but on the other hand, she was a girl and he was freaking out. He chose to focus on what she said rather than on her presence and the sudden proximity.
“Have you seen the trailer to the Avengers new film? I’m looking forward to watch it, got really excited by it. And yeah… I bet we all have films we feel embarrassed of.”
It was easier to talk if he didn’t look at her, his heartbeat wasn’t that fast. He kept his hands on his lap and was sitting pretty straight. When his gaze met with hers, he would offer her a toothless smile and when he caught her looking to the front, at the computer, he would take that chance to look at her. Now that he movie had started, he was thinking of making a move but his mind was racing, as if he was about to do something really bad. He didn’t want to be all handy since he had no idea how to and neither had he want Aislin to think he had thought everything to get to this moment. Peter sighed, glancing at her, at the screen and at her hand.
“You’ll like it, I promise. If not.. uhm… I don’t know, you can slap me or something.”
“I’ve already read the Age of Ultron story and as far as I can tell they are going to have Tony more involved with the creation of Ultron even though it’s really Hank Pym. Besides that I refuse to watch any trailers passed the first teaser that had the Pinocchio quote in it. I like to go in as blind as I can when it comes to movies. I usually try to see them on opening day if I really want to see a movie. Trailers now a days just spoil too much of a movie,” she said.
She watched the screen as the movie was going, she had no idea that Pete was having a n existential crisis about making a move. She wasn’t even thinking about such a thing. She was focused on the movie and the talk of Avengers made her want to talk more about it. But she hated to prattle on and she also really wanted to watch the movie.
“I had a friend drag me to Eragorn and oh how I wish I could of slapped her. But I’m not very violent. If this sucks I’ll just laugh at you forever,” she said and looked over to him with a Cheshire cat smile.
Aislin focused back on the movie, she knew that Brandon Lee had died while making this and she wondered how much of the film he had done before he had died. She rubbed her eyes, her contacts were starting to sting and she paused the movie.
“I’m sorry I need to get these contacts out and put on my glasses. Please don’t run away once you see me in them.” Aislin said as she got up and walked to the bathroom. She returned with glasses and sat back down on the bed. She unpaused the movie.
“Hadn’t seen it that way… you’re right. I liked this one because it didn’t show much but yeah, the best films I’ve seen at the movies have been those I know little about.”
Maybe the rambling would take his head off all those confusing thoughts. His hands were playing with the strings of his sweatshirt or he would start to bite his nails. Peter laughed at what she said, hesitating about the ‘I’m not very violent’ part of the speech. His hand moved up to his neck and then to the corner of his lips. He rubbed his skin as the arm on Aislin’s side moved closer to her. When she got up, Pete placed that hand back on his lap again as fast as he could and pulled on a poker face, looking straight at the screen.
Had he caused it? He had no idea until she explained himself. Pete smiled at her but felt really relieved. Once she was inside the bathroom. He took a deep breath and rubbed his hands on his denims. Was it better if he only watched the movie? But did Aislin want that? She came back and the movie was on again. He licked his lips and stared at the screen. A few minutes after the first scenes and he had made a decision. Without looking away, he moved his hand closer to Aislin’s, eyed it and placed his pinky on hers. He had a weird expression, an scared one, was holding his breath and squinted his eyes.
“My eyes start to hurt when I watch things on the tele with contacts,” she said as she sat down.
He didn’t seem to react to her glasses; they were a bit thick because they were the only frames they had. The lenses on the other hand weren’t that thick, her vision wasn’t that awful. But she hated them, they always felt weird on her face and she always saw them. Watching a movie was never an engrossing thing because her glasses were always there.
She felt his pinky touch her own, she wondered what he was trying to do. A part of her wondered if he acted like this because he had never had a girlfriend. She waited for him to take her hand, she wanted to make him think he made the first move. But she had by inviting him over for a movie. Would they bang out? Probably not but if they snogged a bit it could be fun. She acted coy when she felt his hand on hers.
“Are you going to hold my hand or just keep poking it,” she said as she still watched the movie.
Aislin was having fun messing with him. Too cute for his own good and too awkward to not want to kick him out. She continued to watch the movie to see if he would do anything. She knew he wouldn’t just grab her face and kiss her and if he did she may bring Thor out for a quick zap.
Peter nodded, still not looking at the redhead. That made sense. He once tried to use contacts but had been the worst idea of his life. He had forgotten to take them off to sleep so his mother had to rush him to the hospital because he had a massive eye infection. Good thing he only needed glasses for random occasions when he was at the computer for long time, or playing or reading. “Are you going to hold my hand or just keep poking it?” Damn, that was pretty embarrassing. Peter felt his face growing warm, probably as red as Aislin’s hair. He could pretend it was the reflection but the girl was smart. He turned his head to see her and he licked his lips. It was as if his hand was made of steel, or if he was going to do something extremely dangerous. He tried and tried to lift it but it wouldn’t yield.
Peter pursed his lips, his eyes heavily concentrating on the film as his mind just kept on moving his hand a bit, one finger at least. After taking a few deep breaths, he was finally making it. His pinky was covering hers entirely and each finger did the same extremely slowly. He let out a long sigh ince his whole hands was placed on hers, but it felt awkward. No, just crushing her hand with his wasn’t exactly the defition of ‘holding hands.” So Peter licked his lips again and made the final move, finally reaching his goal. He smirked as if he had done something so difficult, to one could beat him. But he didn’t dare to look at her, he was too flustered. And dizzy.
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