Hello, I recently had twins, who are now 6 months old! I've created a schedule that will let me get back into writing. If you want to read this rough, but still updated chapter, feel free. I will probably go back in and edit it tomorrow. I am also editing/tweaking the AWFUL chapters before this. Have a good night! (It is 4 AM here)

PS
This is a short one-but I wrote it in a very short period of time. It was meant to get me back into the mode. Everything is now cooking in my head.

Amalie stirred the pot of beef Ramen in a flushed daze. Her mind had long since stopped trying to make sense of this night and had resorted to putting her into a hazy state of 'auto-pilot.' Although, an incident earlier in the bathroom was insistent on popping back into her head and humiliating her to the point of mental instability.

She had convinced Peter to shower after noticing, with frustration, the grime he had left throughout her lavender carpet. There was no way she would let him venture through the rest of the house, that dirty, and risk further evidence of his presence to her parents. He readily agreed to do so in exchange for dinner, though it became pretty clear that it was more because of his chilldlike curiosity about the shower itself.

It wasn't exactly hard to help him figure out how to work the shower, but he had seemed absolutely thrilled that her house somehow held an 'indoor waterfall' that was not only the perfect size, but felt like it had 'passed through the sun.'

"Oh, well, It's just because of the water heater..." She had mumbled, awkwardly. "You know, it's like a big tank...it is full of water...and...and has a heating element..."

She knew her speech ability had been lacking at that point, but in her defense, Peter had stopped listening to her anyway-busy examining the bath products lined up in the shower caddy.

While letting the shower heat up, Amalie had bent to retrieve a towel from beneath the sink, as well as a new bar of soap, feeling he'd probably need a whole bar for himself with all that caked on filth.
When she had turned back to him, she ended up dropping it all on the floor and eliciting a high pitched yelp.

Peter had not only entered the shower without waiting for her to leave, but was completely nude.

He was also hard at work trying to figure out the mysterious use of a bright pink shaving razor that Amalie had kept attached to its dock on the shower wall.

"Agh, GOD!" She cried, and flung the curtain closed before running out and leaving his soap and towel on the bathroom carpet.

The memory burned through her like an unpleasant shot of liqueur and Amalie swallowed thickly.
She was thankful that her eyes had automatically forced themselves to lose focus the second she noted a severe lack of 'leaf' on him. It was going to be hard enough to face him again without a sharp picture of his nether regions forever burned in her retina.

Thankfully, the strange boy hadn't seemed to notice his own slip up, nor her reaction to it.

The misty heat from the pot was making it difficult to breathe and her cheeks were completely flamed as well. Or so she let herself think. She didn't dare move out of the steam's path for fear of coming to realization about what was actually hindering her breathing and flushing her cheeks. She shook her head. "Christ, Amalie.." She whispered to herself before stirring the noodles even harder.

At the sound of footsteps descending the stairs, she froze. Her heart had steadily been racing since his grand entrance, and showed no signs of slowing any time soon. Even without the stress of trying to rationalize the situation, she felt like she was going to pass out any second from the weight of it all.

It was an absolute miracle that she hadn't had an episode yet... The medication must be doing its job.

Peter entered the kitchen, oblivious to how stiff and nervous the young girl was. His mind seemed to be completely focused on the smell of beef Ramen.

He closed in behind her and she squeezed her eyes shut, holding her breath as he inhaled gratefully over her shoulder.

"Mmmm! Is it done? What is it?"

Amalie resisted the urge to look back at him, afraid that he may not have felt the need to redress himself. He clearly felt no shame from nudity and had no concept of personal space.

When it was evident that he wasn't going to get a reply from her, Peter helped himself to the large spoon she was stirring with and shoved her over with his side. The sound of leaves at his hip was a huge relief, and she finally released her breath before taking in oxygen again, rather harshly. He was dressed. Thank God.

"Agh, dammit.." Peter cursed, causing Amalie to startle. He had burnt his mouth trying to eat them right from the pot.

"Oh! Sorry.. just a second, Peter" She stuttered.

Saying his name aloud was just a little startling to her-or was it almost thrilling?

She stumbled across the kitchen, still avoiding the urge look at him, and grabbed some bowls from the cupboard.

"Amalie Helene, why on earth did you make this so damn hot?!"

There was irritation in Peter's tone, as if it had all been some trick. If she wasn't so out of it, she probably would have rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"You are supposed to let it cool off."

She brought the bowls and utensils to the small kitchen table that was primarily used to hold fruit bowls and groceries. She shoved some things out of the way and pulled out the two bar stools from beneath it.

"Can you bring the pot over here? Careful, just grab it by that black handle."

Peter slowly moved the steaming pot to the table, and the smell of her conditioner wafted from his skin as he drew near, setting the noodles down rather half hazardly.

The smell sparked the last bit of curiosity needed to allow herself another look at him, so she slowly lifted her gaze to his face.

He was staring with anticipation at the noodles as if willing them to cool down faster.

He appeared to have thoroughly cleaned himself, even if he did mistakenly use conditioner, and his hair was damply curled. It must have been nearly two shades lighter than when she had first seen it.

Small droplets clung to the hairline at his nape and she watched one as it trickled down the length of his neck, which seemed oddly lean and adult for the youthful face he had.

The droplet made its way to his collar bone and she forced her eyes away with a confusing shiver.

Her stomach knotted. It seemed like the more she looked at him, the more unearthly attractive he became to her.

That was frightening.

Firstly, she was still confused about how old he was. His face was so youthful and pretty, practically chiseled to perfection and full of innocence, yet the rest of him was lean and muscled beyond that of your average young boy-while still a bit lanky. He was quite a bit taller than her, but that was not saying much since she didn't even reach what was considered the average female height.

Secondly, not knowing who he was wasn't nearly as unsettling as not know WHAT he was.

She stopped her train of thought right there-She was still not even close to being ready to rationalize anything.

As soon as their food cooled, they began to eat. Well, Peter ate-Amalie spent most of the meal picking at a noodle stuck to the edge of her bowl.

When Peter caught on to her lack of appetite, he felt free to help himself to her ramen as well.

By this point, her mind was running out of mental fog to block out the need to understand everything. She began to fiddle with the end of her shorts and struggled with the idea of starting to speak to him again. He was easily content to eat in comfortable (for him) silence.

He ate his food with all of the focused passion of a wild cat, completely and utterly bent on eating it as quickly and efficiently as possible.

His mouth was... No...stop looking at his mouth! Her stomach clenched again. What is wrong with me...

A siren from outside made them both jump. There must have been an accident nearby, probably caused by the vicious storm. Amalie shook her head and took a deep breath before asking him the most pressing question at hand before her courage failed again.

"Peter...How did you, back there...I mean, upstairs.." She motioned jerkily behind her, "How did you..fly?"
Peter swallowed a king's size bite of ramen and lazily dragged his gaze to hers. Her heart had doubled its already quick pace, and her inability to create functioning sentences was not helping matters.

At her obvious discomfort of sorts, his face took on a look of amusement before suddenly darkening into a look of... disappointment? He seemed to be having hard time deciding something before he finally replied with a simple shrug, continuing to eat.

Amalie's mouth gaped open, and before she knew it, anger was seeping back into her.

"What does that mean? You don't know how you can fly? Or you just don't care to tell me because 'I am a girl and I'm old'"

She expected Peter to meet her snapping remark with one equally as sharp, but instead, he looked up at her again with a weary look.

"I just can't tell you. That is all. It's complicated"

Amalie lost her heat quickly and went back to staring at her bowl before replying again. It was hard for her to press on with his piercing eyes giving her tunnel vision.

"Is it your fairy..?"

Peter let out a sigh. "Just don't worry about it, Amalie Helene, nothing good will come of me letting another girl in on the secret."

He seemed smaller and less arrogant for the first time since she had met him. He may have even sounded regretful. It almost made her concerned, but she was losing her nerve and had to press on. She was also still stung by the thought of her gender once again downgrading her as a person in his eye.

"It's AMALIE...Just Amalie" She snapped.

"But you said-"

"Just. Amalie."

With that Amalie snatched up her bowl as well as his and, ignoring his complaint of not being finished yet, and tossed them into the empty sink with a loud clank.

"It was nice to meet you, Peter, but my parents will be home soon and if you are unwilling to explain yourself, I really think you should leave."

Peter froze for a moment, realizing that he had made her angry and tried to speak again, but she just cut him off.

"Really, you need to go. Please."

Amalie could feel his stare burn into her back and there was a long silence before Peter sighed, heading for the stairs.

Amalie's heart pounded even harder and internally, she realized she was throwing out a completely supernatural boy who had the ability to change her views on every single thing she had ever believed in. But she was stubborn. He had already shamed her enough, making her feel like a swoony preteen who had just cooked Ramen for a hot celebrity.

Not many moments later, she heard her bedroom window open and slam shut, and she knew he was gone. She stood there, mind blank, seconds dragging by as her breathing finally began to slow and her heart began to feel heavy.

"Stupid.." She breathed, squeezing her eyes shut.

Bang Bang Bang!

Amalie jumped at the sound, and spun around, her eyes shooting to the door where the noise had blasted from. He's back! She bolted to the door, not understanding why she was suddenly filled with thrill, and unlocked it. When she yanked it open, it was not the beautiful face she had expected. It was...and officer. Two of them. What the..

"Excuse me, ma'am, but do you happen to be Amalie Bachman?"
"Uh.. Yes?" She furrowed her brow, her eyes flitting around behind them to try and pick out what may have brought them here. All she could see was flashing lights down the streets-Probably from the likely accide-THE ACCIDENT!
Every drop of blood in Amalie's veins froze, and the officer closest to her laid a hand on her shoulder, preparing to tell her what she already knew.

"Miss Bachman... I'm afraid I have some bad news. Your parents were in a accident. A head on collision, hydroplaned."
She needed a bag. Her chest was heaving, she couldn't get enough air.
"It could have been a while before we tracked them back to you, but fortunately, one of your neighbors were able to identify both bodies"
"B-bodies...?"
The officer seemed to suddenly remember himself, and gave her shoulder a squeeze.
"Yes ma'am... I'm so sorry... They were killed on impact."

Once again, the rainy night was pierced with another one of Amalie Bachman's ear-splitting screams.