peter’s flat || march 13th, 2018 || @marleymicks
“Where is she?” Peter turned over in his bed, grabbing at his phone, yet again, to check both the time and his notifications. Still, nothing. But it was coming up on 3am, and Marlene still hadn’t gotten back yet. She usually didn’t push it this far, because some part of her knew Peter would go looking for her after a certain time. The last time that happened she’d stumbled home without him even noticing, because of course she was at the last bar he thought to check. He was almost freaking out to the point of calling authorities-- but how could he? Marlene McKinnon was dead, they would simply look at him like he was crazy. When he did make it back though, he felt a thousand times better to see her knocked out on his bed as if nothing had happened.
This time he was definitely nearing that level of panic. It was a difficult position to be in-- trying not to be so invasive like he was her mom or something, but also making sure she actually woke up the next day. Admittedly, Marlene hadn’t made the anxiety easy for him. But really? A Monday night? It’s like she was trying to kill him. Ever since she came back, Peter had spent most of his time worrying over her like crazy or just spending time with her. It was weirdly comforting to have someone all to yourself-- but obviously it sucked for James and them. It sucked to hear them talk about her and not be able to share her with them. All the while, Peter would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it a little.
There was a thud of feet hitting the floor, a jiggle of his front door, followed by the loud slam of the door closing. That had to be Marlene. Peter had countless protective spells put up for his flat, ones that he’d put up the day after she showed up at his flat. Marlene was one of the few people who knew how to get around those spells without his help. The mere thought already made him feel better, and he pulled the blanket up to his chin. Peter had already made the pull-out couch for her and even put a glass of water next to it, so he curled into a ball and closed his eyes.
