#jamieewhite

Bullshit excuses has always bee Peter's favorite thing. Obviously, trust doesn't come easily. in most cases it is earned with blood, sweat and tears. But being only 17, Peter knew as much about life as any other 17 year old. he still had a roof over his head, the weight of the world was not his to carry. Though in a year or so it sure as hell would be. he couldn't stand all the thing going on right now. Cowardly break up, the only person who would listen to him was his sister. She had issues of her own. He cared fro her a lot more than he cared for himself. Before he even realized Peter had reached his destination. Jamie's house... or was it a mansion? It was definitely a lot different than the Abel house. He went past the gate, Jamie said it would be open, and it was. The house was a bit intimidating. He felt like he didn't belong. he walked slowly to the front door, taking in his surroundings, he definitely stood out. Everything was so fancy. Even the doorbell. He rang and nervously waited by the door.

Peter: So... I heard you're in the hospital... Are you okay?

Jynx: How'd it go? Did it go swell? Did he ask questions? Do I need to beat him up? Wait no. Not that last bit.

Dane pulled on his coat, grabbed his ID and keys and headed for the door. He waved bye to a few other people before leaving the station, promising to be back soon. Once his car he sped off down the road toward the White house. Dane got out of his car and headed up to the door. He looked around before knocking on the door a few times. He shifted his weight to the other foot as he waited for someone to answer.