Roommates and sleepovers (Peter, then Annie eventually)
Alec liked Sunny. Not in a like-like sort of way, but she had fire in her he could definitely appreciate and she ever wanted to take him to bed to sort out any further aggression, he would totally be willing to do that. But after that and a run - he hated arrival day - he ended up back down the hall to his room. He pushed over the door and saw Peter lying face down on his bed. Alec was almost tempted to just back out of the room.
He didn't.
"Well, that's not a good sign." He sighed. "What happened? Did you fall and hurt your face again? Maybe you farted in front of Liz?"
He didn't.
"Well, that's not a good sign." He sighed. "What happened? Did you fall and hurt your face again? Maybe you farted in front of Liz?"
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"You aren't giving me a hard time," Peter observes aloud, as if fishing for some sort of answer as to why.
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Alec looked a little like he was caught off-guard. Peter was right, of course. Somehow his brain had sort of stopped functioning the way he normally did - it worried him.
"Well, I was waiting for a good time to congratulate you on the fact you now at least have proof you get laid."
And now all was right in the world of Alec again.
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"I'm going to get laid," he insists, almost petulantly. "When I'm ready."
Which is obviously not right now.
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"Obviously. You have proof walking around. You apparently forgot the condom that time." Alec preferred 'the look' over Peter looking worried any day.
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Just not right now.
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He held up his hands. "To each their own on that one." Alec had no interest, thank you.
Alec caught himself again. He was hovering around what he figured was the touchy subject of who mom was.
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He takes a breath.
"She's just so good."
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A really small voice told him he wasn't allowed to get attached to another Parker, but there was something really endearing about how Peter talked about a future kid.
Peter was definitely a better person than he was.
"Well, you got the doting father thing down.... You'll probably do fine."
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"I just haven't had a father since I was little," he says. "I had Ben for awhile after that, but then he died. And then there was Mr. Stark after that, but..."
Peter looks down at his hands; he's somehow knotted them together somewhere during this conversation.
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He walked over and put a hand on Peter's shoulder. "Hey, I didn't have a father and look how I grew up " he paused. "Okay, bad example."
And then suddenly there was a knock at the door.
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In pink Madonna Inn PJs, Annie approached Peter's room. Tucked in the corner of her elbow was a small plush Spider-Man the size of a small teddy bear. She had small bags under her eyes already forming.
Annie knocked quietly.
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And immediately, Peter is stumped for words to say.
So instead, he offers her his hand. "You wanna come in?" he asks, offering her a smile. "I was just telling Alec about you and I'm sure he'd like to meet you."
You're not bothering me.
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Had this been anyone or anything else, Alec probably would have been okay. As it was, he stood up straighter from where he had been leaning, almost standing at attention, but not quite. He also looked subtly like a deer in headlights.
"Uh... Hey." He raised a hand and nodded, forgetting to smile because there was apparently a female Peter mini-me here now
He cleared his throat. "I should, you know, go do that thing."
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"I couldn't sleep," she said quietly.
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He looks over at Alec and shoots him a please be nice to her, PLEASE look at him.
"This is my roommate, Alec," he says, gesturing to him. "He's my best friend here, so you can trust him."
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It wasn't that Alec was trying to be mean, it was he had no idea how to handle a kid. In fact, the way Peter was so... casual around her - it was something that Alec quietly was impressed with.
He cleared his throat. "Yeah, that's me... best friend." Which might have been the first time he ever said that out loud or truly acknowledged it. Truthfully, though, Peter was family to Alec.
"You can, uh... use my bed. I can just go sle--" probably best not to say with someone. "-have a... sleepover. With a friend. Braid hard and stuff."
Was it bad form to drink in front of eight year-olds? He felt like he needed a drink.
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"Can I?" She asked, looking to Peter. "Just this once, I promise... it's all just really new."
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Peter looks over at Alec and gives him a grateful if you need to leave, you can nod.
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Alec's shoulders visibly relax and he exhaled quietly. He probably didn't say anything permanently scarring to the child, right?
"I'll, uh, make sure there's candy here next time. Or something." Kids like candy, right? Right?
He cleared his throat, nodded to Peter, and exited as quickly as possible while looking casual.
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"I have one," She confirms with a nod. "It works like a phone or something, right?"
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Annie had yet to try the journal, but she knew of it. She only knew a few people to write to right now.
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God, the sock on the door.
"Were you lonely?" he asks.
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"I couldn't sleep..." She said. "I normally have a single bed and a bunch of stuffies... and the sounds were all wrong in the dark."
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That will at least give him a better idea of what they should do next.
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