oh the cleverness of you.

Was Kit Kingsley a cop? No. Was his word law? Nope. So did that mean Peter had to adhere to the rules set out by the ponce when he was trying to have a good time at this snoozefest of a party? Absolutely fucking not. Unless Kitstopher dressed in a blue NYPD uniform (and then maybe stripped it off while Mambo No. 5 played in the background) then Peter didn’t give a hoot, shit or flying fuck what the do’s and don’ts of a Kingsley party were. Which was why he was just the right level of high to ignore this social class orgy going on around him at around half eleven, and focus on the real matter at hand.

“The fuck? That stupid little twerp keeps trying to get his greasy paws on everything,” Peter grumbled when JP told him that he couldn’t be Peter’s NYE kiss because Terry fucking Sparrow had already placed dibs. Honestly, Peter didn’t see why everyone had suddenly decided to fawn over their drip of a mascot. Even Izzy liked the kid which only fuelled the blonde’s pathetic crush on her. Peter was slowly learning to come to terms with that because he knew that if it came down to a fight, he’d land Sparrow on his ass in five seconds flat, and it’s not like Izzy would think about flitting off to live happily ever after with some dorky milk man when he was around to show her a better time. But the fact that the brazen little bastard had moved onto JP as well on moved him further up Peter’s shit list.

“You’re all saddos,” he informed his group of friends as Farrah came shuffling back to the table in too-tall heels, squealing about the fact that Terry had bought them a tray of shots. 

“Saddos,” Peter confirmed, but no one seemed to hear him as they dived for the shot glasses. Rolling his eyes, Peter stalked off in search of someone that he could call his own without chumps that weren’t even on the fucking team trying to claim them as well.

His brain was a little too addled with drugs and alcohol for him to think clearly and zero in on one person in particular but when he spotted Wendy from across the room, his mind cleared at once. A bright grin stretched wide across his face, one that looked near childish compared to the sly, sardonic and sometimes downright nasty smirks that most other people were used to. He pushed his way through the room and grabbed his best friend from behind so he could engulf her in a hug.

“What the fuck is up with you trying to hide from me?” he teased, nuzzling his nose against her temple. He gave her another quick squeeze before loosening his grip on her and slinging an arm around her shoulders. His smile turned into a pout and he tipped his head to the side so he could evoke some sympathetic words from the girl.

“Wendyyyyy, my friends are being fucking assholes,” he whined, sounding downright petulant. But he had good reason to when everyone had decided that a blonde and bumbling schmuck with literally zero charisma was more interesting to pay attention to than he was.

Today was the last day of the year, and Wendy could undoubtedly say that the day absolutely sucked. It all started off when her father had started giving her a hard time about her choice in minor. To this day he still didn’t understand why she wouldn’t just focus on economics and considered her minor in creative writing nothing but a distraction of that which is important. Of course the two Darwin’s had a very different interpretation of importance, but Wendy hadn’t given her father any reason to question her decision once more, especially not this time. Her grades were good, even better than good, they were great, and yet once again he had to go off at her for not making adult decisions.

She wanted to talk back to him. She wanted to yell at him, and call him out, and say everything that she’s been holding back for such a long time - but she didn’t. She knew very well that if she ever were to blow up on him like that, she’d be the one in trouble, and she’d get punished. So she kept her mouth shut. She simply nodded, and apologised, and made him promises that she could keep doing both without letting her economics grades slip. She simply kissed his cheek and promised that she would do better, before going back up to her room and getting ready for Kit’s party.

The moment that she walked in to the room, she walked straight over to the bar and immediately downed a glass of champagne, only to already grab the next one, causing the bartender to already give her strange look.

Several hours passed by and her choice of drinks had shifted from champagne, to gin and tonic, to purely gin. She’d been holding back somewhat, not wanting to go too crazy, but as soon as she would think of her ‘fight’ with her father, another big gulp of her drink would be going down her throat.

As she was talking with Katherine, Wendy knew that the alcohol was slowly starting to her - especially since she wasn’t that big a drinker. It wasn’t like she was a lightweight, but she certainly wasn’t used to. That, and the fact that she was already six drinks in didn’t really help. Before Katherine could start to question her however, Wendy could see Jack walking over and so plastering a big grin on her face, she simply gave her best friend a little wave. “I’ll talk to you later. Have fun.” She commented softly and walked off before her friend could do anything to stop her.

Just as she was considering as to whether to get another drink, or to get some fresh air, Wendy could feel two strong arms come around to her waist and pull her into a big hug. She was about to question it, when she heard a familiar voice causing her to let out a giggle. As his arm hung around her shoulder, Wendy found herself melting into her friend’s side. “I haven’t been hiding, Petey. I’ve been right in this room the whole time!” she spoke as she tilted her head to look up at him, her voice strangely perky and upbeat as the alcohol started to cloud her mind a little.

“Pfft- I’m pretty sure I can think of bigger assholes than your friends!” she commented, the words slipping before she could even think about what she was saying. “So what did your friends do?”

@wendydarwin: @princessizzy Name a date and place, boo!

@princessizzy: maybe i can't put it into words quite as well as wendy but if anyone wants to know how it feels to have a fresh manicure tear your cheap ass extensions from your fucking skull then i'll gladly show you

… There is no such thing, unless you count anonymous people on the internet who have no manners whatsoever and hide behind a grey icon thinking that they can get away with anything just because ‘no one knows who they are’. Because if so; all of them.

... Are you serious? Like excuse my offense, but what even? This is just downright cruel and mean. Peter is not a waste of space. He’s wonderful and lovely. He makes stupid decisions and can be rude sometimes, but that’s because he’s both human and a boy, meaning he already has two things going against him. I love him, he is one of my dearest and best friends. He’s a good person, and he has all the right intentions. He is important, not just to me, but in general. 

Now I think the real question here is, why do you have no life? Clearly you don’t because otherwise you’d have better things to do with your time than to just anonymously badmouth people on the internet.

Me and P- Peter? Dating? We are not, no. He’s my best friend, and I love him dearly, but we aren’t dating. Why? Do we look like we are?