It's always a bit of a tango, getting his mother to leave on the first day of school.
He's promised he'll call, he's assured her that he's not dying from the inside out because his father cancelled on their goodbye dinner again, and he's dodged her trying to fix his hair, again. Peter really, really doesn't like it when people mess with his hair. Well, most people, anyway. There's one person he can think of whose fingers he can't wait to feel in his hair.
Another hug, another kiss, another "good luck" on his audition tomorrow (he's explained to her a hundred times that saying "good luck" is bad luck, so she substitutes it with a hearty "excelsior" before he all but pushes her into the car.
Finally, he's on his way to his room, scanning the halls and lawns for a sign of his roommate, but nothing yet. He's giving Tanya a quick hug, listening to her compliment his clothes, and then time stops because he sees Nadia with her parents flanking her on either side. This has a two-fold meaning: not only is Jason here, but he's alone.
The sympathetic glance he tries to toss at Nadia doesn't quite make it, so he waves quickly and takes off at a near-sprint for his dorm hall.
He's breathless when he finally reaches their room, and he takes a breath and adjusts his hair before he pushes the door open. His thirst for air after his dash only makes his heart beat faster when he sees him, three months older than the last time they'd seen each other and all alone.
"Hi," Peter says lamely, his eyes sparkling. He's working to level his breath.
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He's promised he'll call, he's assured her that he's not dying from the inside out because his father cancelled on their goodbye dinner again, and he's dodged her trying to fix his hair, again. Peter really, really doesn't like it when people mess with his hair. Well, most people, anyway. There's one person he can think of whose fingers he can't wait to feel in his hair.
Another hug, another kiss, another "good luck" on his audition tomorrow (he's explained to her a hundred times that saying "good luck" is bad luck, so she substitutes it with a hearty "excelsior" before he all but pushes her into the car.
Finally, he's on his way to his room, scanning the halls and lawns for a sign of his roommate, but nothing yet. He's giving Tanya a quick hug, listening to her compliment his clothes, and then time stops because he sees Nadia with her parents flanking her on either side. This has a two-fold meaning: not only is Jason here, but he's alone.
The sympathetic glance he tries to toss at Nadia doesn't quite make it, so he waves quickly and takes off at a near-sprint for his dorm hall.
He's breathless when he finally reaches their room, and he takes a breath and adjusts his hair before he pushes the door open. His thirst for air after his dash only makes his heart beat faster when he sees him, three months older than the last time they'd seen each other and all alone.
"Hi," Peter says lamely, his eyes sparkling. He's working to level his breath.