My name is Peter (pt. 2)
this is part two of https://brucexbanner.tumblr.com/post/177029246388/my-name-is-peter
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The bus rolled to a stop in front of the boy, who was now half asleep. The bus driver, an older man, opened the doors and motioned for the boy to get on.
“Where ya headed, girl?” The boy stopped momentarily, having forgotten his feminine appearance, before mumbling a soft “Brooklyn.” to the man. The driver nodded and the doors groaned closed. The boy grabbed a seat in the back and decided the first thing he would do the next morning, was get a haircut.
“Wake up, kid. Last stop.” The boy jumped and pulled his duffel close. His eyes cleared and he began to rise from his seat. He walked off the bus, paying his fare and opened his phone. He quickly googled “nearby barbers” using the last of the battery. He quickly made his way there and sat in the waiting room. A man with short brown hair motioned for him to follow. The boy sat in the chair and quickly explained the hairstyle he wanted. The man worked quickly, cutting the boys hair shorter and shorter. Periodically, the man would ask if the boys hair was short enough. The boy would insist he go shorter and the man obliged. Eventually, the boy was left with hair that was short on the sides and longer on top. He felt good about it and thanked the man, paying him. He quickly left and began to look for a café to grab a bite and charge his phone. Looking up and down the street, lacking his phone as a resource, he looked very much like a lost little boy. Although he was 15, his new haircut made him look younger. He decided to walk down the street and hope to find a place.
About 3 blocks down, he found a little shop that had free wifi. He sat down at a table and plugged his phone in. He began to shuffle through his duffel bag, looking at what he had packed. He hadn’t exactly had time to plan out his clothing, so most of it was just jumbled together. He found a hoodie and pulled it on over his graphic tee. Most of his shirts were graphic tees and button downs. Button downs were the one shirts that made him feel really masculine, so he wore them often. His phone dinged on while he searched in the bag, so he turned his attention to that. He continued to search for a name that fit him. Benjamin Parker, that’s not bad. Phillip Parker, Peter Parker. That name hit him. Peter Parker. Yeah. He was a Peter. He decided on Peter Benjamin Parker in the end, smiling stupidly at his phone. He decided to try out his new name and go up to the counter and order something cheap.
“Hi, can I get a water please?”
“Mhm, who for?”
“Pe-Peter. My name is Peter.”
“Alrighty, Peter. I’ll have it ready in a second.” The lady hadn’t questioned him at all. It felt good. He felt good.
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jsksjs this isn’t over, i’ve got a bunch planned for this, also if u wanna be tagged in this or whatever, lmk
