Chapter 17: Cheer Up

At dinner, Wanda told her mother that there was a special place for people like us, and that all three of us wanted to go there for a summer camp. She wasn't exactly lying - we did want to go to an institution for gifted youngsters for the summer, just that we weren't there to study. We'd be there to find our family. Magda was reluctant at first but after endless persuading (and begging, of course) she let us go.

I was packing my bags, preparing for the road trip we were bound to have two days from now. My mind kept wondering and picturing the scene when I meet Charles Xavier for the first time. Would he be welcoming? Or would he be afraid? Perhaps he may already know, though I doubted it. My train of thought stopped when Peter's voice spoke up from the door, "I hate you for this."

I frowned at him. "I'm sorry, Peter." His eyes opened up a little and his angry face he pulled on me before faded. He sighed, dropping his shoulders and took a seat on my bed. He started talking, "When Wanda and I were younger, we used to wonder what kind of person our father was. We always thought he was special like us, but probably didn't have time for us because he was busy saving the world - or something. Never would we have guessed he was destroying it instead."

I stopped packing and sat next to him, listening attentively to every word. "I just don't want Wanda to get hurt," he said. I reached for his hand and squeezed it reassuringly. I gave a small smile and cupped his cheek as he turned to look at me. His brown eyes were filled with sadness and I hated that, but they were looking straight into mine and for a second I couldn't breathe.

"I'm sure, and that's so wonderful of you. But she needs to know for herself, or not her curiosity will get the worst of her, and she may hurt even worse than you'd ever think," I told him. His gaze tore from me and he looked down, slowly nodding, accepting the fact.

I removed my hand from his face and both my hands went to find his. I held them tight and said, "Now stop being so sad. It's contagious."

He chuckled a little at my statement. "Maybe there's a way you can cheer me up," he looked up at me with a smug expression.

My cheeks felt warm at his statement. My eyes widened a little and I tried my best to contain myself. But first, I had to clear my throat. "Um, what?"

"You know you never answered my question," he smiled at me.

I narrowed my brows, "What question?"

His smile widened even more and he said, "Can I take you out on a date?"

My eyes widened. There was nowhere to escape now - I know I had to answer it. When he asked me before, I was dying to say yes. But right now, I felt like saying no because it really was not a good time. We'd be heading to New York in two days and I was too clouded in those matters instead.

My shoulders fell, as did my expression, "Peter, now's not really a good time." His face dropped at my answer and he pouted, again tempting me to take his bottom lip between my teeth. Wait, what? Huh, you know what, I've been having too many of these thoughts it doesn't even surprise me that I have these weird desires.

He looked incredibly sad that I rejected his offer and I felt like killing myself for making him feel that way. "Oh," was all he said. And just that was convincing enough for me to take back what I said. He stood up and was about to walk out the door when I finally screamed, "Yes!"

He turned looking confused and I cleared up, "It doesn't matter if it's not a good time." His face lit up as I told him, "Yes, I will go out with you." His smile was larger than life and he looked like he was shaking out of excitement.

"I know exactly where to go," he told me as he took a step closer. I freaked out when he sped and held the back of my neck and placed another hand on his arm. "Wait, I didn't mean right now!" I stated.

"Too late," his warm breath whispered in my ear. And before I knew it, we were speeding out of the house at the speed of light until we reached the end of the journey.

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Here's a fun fact. I absolutely hate speeding with Peter. Sure he doesn't feel anything, but I always feel like throwing up right after we stop. My head will start spinning crazily and black dots appear in my vision, almost causing me to faint. After I took about 5 minutes to recover, I finally took a look around where we were.

We were at an open field yet I still don't know where exactly. The place was spacious and green patch grass was well covering the ground of the field. Peter was lying down, resting his hands on the back of his head as he stared up into the sky.

I followed his gaze and looked up. Right then, I was completely speechless. The sky was breathtakingly beautiful. It was an elegant dark blue and it was accented, filled with what looked like endless dots of lights. The stars were saturated in the sky and for a moment, I was in complete awe of nature's wonderful beauty.

"Beautiful," I simply said, smiling into the sky.

"Yes, beautiful," Peter said. I brought my head down from the clouds to look at Peter, to find that he was looking straight at me, not the sky. Blood rushed to my cheeks as I awkwardly stood there.

Peter raised his brow and chuckled at my awkwardness, "Come here."

I smiled a little as I neared him, finally lying down at the spot beside him. When I did, he reached out for my hand and grabbed it slowly linking his fingers around mine.

We stared into the night sky silent, and we stayed like that for the longest time. Hand-in-hand, admiring the beauty that lay above us. His face turned to me, and he said, "Thank you."

I turned to him too, and asked, "For what?"

He looked at me so passionately, examine each one of my features like he was memorising them. He was the only one to ever look at me like that - like I was special. His lips curved into a small, genuine smile, "For making me better. For changing my life. For everything."

I giggled at his exaggeration. "Thank you as well."

"For what?" he asked.

I smiled and replied, "For not being mad at me for what I did."

He laughed, "I tried, you know? But there's something about you. I can't get mad at you for some reason."

"Ooh, then I must use that to my full advantage."

"You're awful," he shook his head.

I winked, "But you still like me."

He stifled a small laugh and whispered, "Yeah, I do."

An arrow shot me right in the heart - or at least it felt that way. My heartbeat was racing and my mid was completely blank from his words, I could barely think. I stood up from the ground and panicked a little, shouting the one question that popped into my head, "WHAT?"

"We should probably get back home. It's getting late," Peter said before I even had a chance to react. I just slowly nodded, still trying to grasp on the fact of what just happened. He stood up first and offered a hand for support. I grabbed it and stood still, in awe of his words and vague confession.

My train of thought was disturbed again when we sped back to the Maximoff house. He sent me directly to my door and held my waist still after we stopped, probably to balance me as I felt like I was about to puke. I held a hand against the door and rested my head a little, recovering from the speedy journey.

After I could breathe again, I stood up straight, signalling I was okay. Peter removed his hand from my waist and he smiled at me, "Thanks for cheering me up, Addie." He cupped my cheek and smiled, looking down at my lips. His smile dropped as he stared at them for the longest moment.

As much as I would love to touch my lips against his, I was incredibly afraid that I might puke in his mouth if he does so I was honestly hoping he didn't make the move. At least, not now.

His gaze returned back to my eyes and sincerely, he wished, "Goodnight."

He removed his hand from my face and turned around, slowly walking away. "Peter, wait," I stopped him in his tracks. He turned around to face me and looked confused at my sudden jolt of words. And truth be told, I was confused too.

I called his name entirely out of instinct but really, then, my body was acting before my head could interpret what I was doing. I began walking slowly towards him, staring straight into his eyes as I did. I held my breath and I felt my butterflies conquering my stomach.

But I didn't care.

When I finally reached him, I cupped his cheek and tiptoed to reach his height. Then slowly and delicately, I placed a kiss on his left cheek, barely inches from his lips. His body stiffened at my touch and I couldn't feel him breathing. He was probably holding his breath just as I was. His eyes widened a little and his mouth was gaped slightly open.

I retracted gently from his face and stood back down on my feet. With the most genuine smile I could pull off, I wished him, "Goodnight."

I let go of him, and his hand went to touch his cheek, where I had kissed it. His shocked face transitioned into a happy expression, his lips curving up into a wide smile. I turned my back to him and went inside my room, winking at him one last time before shutting it behind me.

And then, I collapsed into my bed with the largest smile plastered on my face. I felt like squealing and jumping and running a marathon. My feelings were bursting from inside and all I could think of was how happy I was. I covered my face in both my palms, trying to stop myself from grinning but I couldn't.

So, I fell asleep - with a large grin and thoughts of a silver-haired boy.

A/N

I finally updated yay! And here you go! Some Peter/Adelaide action before we hit the road!

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