` odd ends and adventures

[peter benjamin williams]

the sky is full of dreams,

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if o n l y you could fly,
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The evening was alive with laughter, squeals, and smiles. It was a scene full of children, a scene filled with youth and liveliness. It screamed happiness, and the laughter heard from the children present was contagious to every passerby and every staff person that had ever stepped foot on Coney Island.
Therefore, it was only fitting that Peter Williams was in the center of it all, acting as a ringmaster to the circus that ran itself. By his side was none other than Lucy, which was by no doubt, unsurprising: the two were nearly inseperable, spending every free waking moment with the other. It was commonplace for Peter to bring Lucy along with him on all his 'adventures'; almost as commonplace as breathing air. Currently, though, the said 'ringmaster' was not, in fact, in the middle of his favorite place to be - he and Lucy were instead on the outskirts of the amusement park, putting on a circus of their own. Peter had never needed anything other than his imagination to keep himself content, a fact he had proved to many over and over again.

Lying on his back on the black pavement (otherwise known as the parking lot), Peter's eyes were currently lifted up to the sky, his eyes focused on the clouds fading into pinks, oranges and purples before the horizon. Peter was fascinated with the sky and anything that had to do with it: the clouds, the planets, the stars... But it was currently the clouds he was thinking about, those fluffy...things that hung in the sky. Were they hanging? Maybe they were floating. Or maybe, just maybe...
Maybe they were flying.
"Hey, Luce!" Peter suddenly said, pulling himself up into a sitting position, legs crossed. "Lucy, d'you think...d'you think clouds fly? I think they fly. I think they have races in the sky. And I think they turn into shapes, because...because that helps them fly. You see, Lucy?" Apparently content with his own answer, Peter layed back down on the pavement, tucking his hands behind his head.
"That's right, they've got to fly..." His voice drifted off, hardly above a whisper. His thoughts only remained on the sky for a moment longer before he was sitting up once more, suddenly standing to his feet. Stretching his arms above his head, Peter let his eyes flicker around his surroundings for a few seconds, taking in every car in the lot, every tree in the area. It was time for an adventure, and the way his little smile slowly etched itself on his lips gave himself away.
Holding up his index finger to Lucy to silently tell her to wait, Peter ran off, slipping through the gate and running up to the french fry stand.

"I want...I'd like two of those little container things you put your french fries in. You know, the red and white plaid paper container things? They're rectangular. And you put french fries in them. Did you ever try using them as a boat? ...Me neither!"[/color] Peter was so focused on this conversation with himself that he hadn't noticed when the cashier had slid two of the fry containers across to him. Nodding his gratitude and offering a sheepish smile, Peter was gone as quickly as he had come. Picking up two broken tree branches on the way back to Lucy, Peter couldn't mask his grin once he arrived back to his friend.

"An adventure!"[/color] he proclaimed, giving her one of the branches and putting an upside-down french fry container on her head.
"We are sailors! ...Not pirates, but sailors! You are Sailor Lucy, and I am Sailor Peter, and these aren't just branches, they're swords! But we're still not pirates, we're sailors, remember." His last sentence was added as more of a side-note, said with a little less enthusiasm than the others (Peter was not a fan of pirates). Placing his own 'hat' on top of his head, Peter regained his excitement, lifting his 'sword' to the colorful sky.

With a broad smile on his face, Peter looked back to Lucy.
"Setting sail for Coney Island!"[/color]
Starting to run towards the front gate of the amusement park once more, Peter checked over his shoulder to make sure Lucy was in tow. Stopping at the front gate, Peter hopped in place, hardly able to contain his excitement for his newest plan - although what this plan or adventure was, he wasn't entirely sure.
He never was.

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tagged: fritty !
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attire: jeans and a plain spruce green tee, nothing out of the ordinary for peter.
speakers:[/color] playing along - keane.
notes: this is terrible. and short. sorry. ):


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[luce]

THE Darlings were not exactly thrilled with their daughter’s choice in company. As her father liked to remind lucy, they didn’t sacrifice so much for her to go to a good school, only so she’d end up with a silly boy with no promise of a future. It was obvious that they expected Lucy to run in much more prestigious circles then she was choosing. The youth had an inkling that they intended for her to marry well. Launching them further up the social ladder. Thank golly gosh they hadn’t mentioned that to Lucy though. The thought of marriage! Well, it was not one she wanted to entertain at all.

THE girl was always hearing how she needed to grow up, and start thinking about her plans for the future. But why? She was only fifteen! Sure, sixteen was just around the corner for the girl. Still though. Sixteen wasn’t very old at all! Sure, back in the day, maybe sixteen was the time to get married and start popping out children but they definitely were not back in the day. Meaning she could wait until she was thirty for all that growing up stuff. Which she may just do! How was she supposed to have all her adventures if she was too busy growing up?

THANKFULLY, Lucy’s parents were smart enough not to ban their daughter from seeing the Peter boy. Her mother had guessed her infatuation was so far gone that she’d sneak around to see the boy. It was much smarter to at least know where Lucy was. Which they always did. The girl never once kept her parents in the dark about her plans. Even if there was a chance they wouldn’t like them. She was essentially a good kid at heart, the little Darling girl. She just didn’t want to give up on all her childhood games. That wasn’t too much to ask for, now was it?

HER relationship with Peter was odd though. He represented all the childhood flights of fancy she was so dearly clinging to. On the other hand though, he represented something else, something grown up. He represented first love. Or as close to love as a young girl can feel though. Still, despite her lack of comprehension of real love, what she felt? It seemed pretty real to Lucy. That was the problem though. How to reconcile the two conflicting things the boy represented when she wanted to compromise neither. It was a constant confusion that could sometimes taint her time with Peter. She never knew which desire to give into

TAKE watching clouds for example. Part of Lucy was enjoying the simple, innocent joy of watching clouds and trying to pick out their shapes. Another part though, equally as large, understood just how romantic the situation was. The pretty colours of the sky as the sun went down.. it was all rather romantic. Like the stuff in movies when the two characters got to the kissing part. It was that internal debate that Peter had interrupted by calling to her. She was laying rather close to him. Close enough to reach over and touch.. if she wanted. So close that his sudden words started her for a moment.

SOON she was giggling though. Lucy was deeply amused by the boy’s obsession with the sky and flying. It was really endearing really. She could listen to him go on and on about it for as long as he pleased. After her giggling had died down, Lucy tilted her head a little. Watching the clouds as she considered what he was saying. Hmm. That did seem like a plausible explanation for the behaviour of clouds. Lucy sat herself up a little on her elbows to look at the boy. “Yes, Peter. I think that is exactly what clouds do. Race each other.”

LUCY sat up even further when Peter suggested that they needed to fly. He seemed so excited, like he was about to take her on another adventure. Which, of course, Lucy was always ready for. To her disgruntled surprise though, he was gesturing for her to stay. A from flittered across Lucy’s face and the young woman crossed her arms over her chest as she watched the boy scamper off. “Well now…” she grumbled, rather disgruntled. “That’s a little rude.” Lucy didn’t like being left behind. For Peter though, she’d stay. For a little while at least. She wasn’t exactly the most patient of girls.

LUCKILY for his sake, Peter was back rather soon. Lucy stood up quickly to greet him. Suddenly feeling like a bit of a silly goof for sitting where she had been sitting. She felt excitement bubbling through her as he declared it was adventure time. He owed her an adventure for leaving her! As Peter stepped forward to place he make-shift hat on her head, a shiver that had nothing to do with the adventure ran through her. So much so, that she didn’t really hear (or even try to pay attention to) anything much he had said. Something about Pirates? Or was it sailors?

IT was clear though, when it was time to move. Trying to clear her mind of all the tingles, Lucy took off after the boy. Giggling as she went. It wasn’t like her to be so distracted from things. Oh dear. What was he doing to her? Biting her lip, she watched his arm swinging back and forth as he ran. Oh how she longed to just reach out and take it! Coming to a halt beside him, Lucy decided it was time for her own little adventure. Silently, without even looking at him, she gave into desire and slipped her hand into his.

` w o r d c o u n t ! 956
` t a g ! pan!
` n o t e s ! I’m doped up on headache pills… if this doesn’t make any sense.. tell me

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[peter benjamin williams]

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Peter paid no mind to the people whose faces held curiousity as to what a nineteen year-old boy and a fifteen year-old girl were doing running about with sticks and french fry containers - these were obviously the people who had already grown up; already forgotten their own childhood adventures. Not that Lucy and Peter could be considered children, exactly, but Peter had a mindset that he wasn't going to grow up. And perhaps this is why he and Lucy got on so well, because he had managed to let her see things from a child's perspective once more. Though he was no longer considered to be a minor, Peter was, in every essence, a child. The way his attention flickered from one thing to the next so easily; the way he was fascinated by the smaller things in life; the way he was naive enough to fall in love with the world around him as though nothing were wrong with it, excepting maybe those silly pirates.

He wasn't going to grow up - he probably couldn't grow up at this point, but it wasn't like Peter minded. He wasn't ready to commit to a life of waking up, going to work, and coming home to the wife and kids only to go to sleep and do it all over again. What kind of life was that? One filled with seriousness and responsibility, and, Peter assumed by the tired looks of the grown-ups these days, little to no fun. In his opinion, people weren't born to do the same things over and over again as a repetitive loop of life. And while children (ones that actually were children) were bright and happy and cute, Peter did not want children. How was a child supposed to raise a child? Manage a house (though he was lucky to have some friends help him here)? Sit behind a desk?
It just wouldn't do.

But Peter lived in the moment; not in the future, and certainly not in the past. And right now, on this wonderful day, he and Lucy were outside Deno's Wonder Wheel Amusement Park, running about, with broken branches for swords and french fry containers for hats. Standing in front of the entrance to the park, Peter's frame swayed back and forth as he looked down to Lucy before looking up to the sky once more. "Hoist the anchor!"

[/b] he called, a grin spreading across his lips.
Lucy. Now, Lucy was pretty. Lucy made Peter's ears warm and his tummy feel tight, but he didn't know why. She wasn't just a girl like every other girl on the planet; she was Lucy, his partner-in-crime, his best friend. And he supposed that people could be more than friends (not that he actually knew what any of that was about), but how he had managed to stay so innocent and clueless in this department was beyond anyone's knowledge. He'd seen couples before, of course, but Peter had always assumed this to be a very grown-up sort of thing: holding hands with someone else seemed simple enough, but it was probably everything else a 'couple' did that Peter didn't quite understand.

So you could only imagine what Peter's reaction was when Lucy 'nonchalantly' slipped her hand into his. Actually, he wasn't quite sure how to react. One second her hand wasn't there, and the next? Well, somehow it was there. Lucy's hand felt so small and thin in his own, and Peter immediately felt his ears go warm and his cheeks increase in color. Shifting his attention from the sky back down to Lucy, Peter regained his composture quickly. "Well, m'lady. What's all this? Would the lass like to dance?" His smile quickly turned into a smirk as he dropped his 'sword' and gently plucked Lucy's from her other hand. "Very well, then."

Now, this was a very bad idea. Peter certainly didn't know the first thing about dancing; and he probably should have made up a better excuse for Lucy's hand-holding. Taking Lucy's other hand in his, Peter assumed a very dramatic pose, tilting his chin up and holding the set of hands that were closest to the amusement park almost vertical to the ground. His dramatic pose didn't last for long, though, because after the first step, Peter found himself looking down to the ground at their feet. Furrowing his brow, Peter looked up to Lucy, unable to keep from smiling. "Dancing is an adventure in itself," he mused, his voice just above a whisper. "But not today's adventure; Luce, put it on the list of things to be done!"

Unfortunately for Lucy, Peter broke free of both of Lucy's hands, completely unaware of the fact that it might just leave Lucy a little sad. Hopping up to the ticket booth, Peter placed both of his hands on the countertop, his eyes wide and bright. "Two please!" he told the ticket lady, quickly pulling money from his wallet and slipping it under the window. In exchange, the lady slid him back two tickets, and Peter looked to Lucy, his smile never fading from his face.
"After you, Miss Lucy."
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[luce]

FEAR spread through Lucy the moment her hand connected with Peter’s. While she may very well have been a bold girl in some respects, but when it came to boys.. Well she was not. Especially beautiful Peter shaped boys. He was everything ahe could have asked for, and so much she never even realised she wanted. In short, he was perfection in Lucy’s eyes, and that sort of perfection was rather hard to be bold around. It had taken the poor mite quite a lot of courage to make such a small gesture. A gesture that the girl had no real guarantee would be returned, or even liked.

HER stomach twisted in knots for what seemed like a life-time. He was taking, in Lucy’s opinion, far too long to react to her hand in his. Though in all fairness given the certain situation, any reaction time was bound to be too long for Lucy. She wasn’t exactly patient when her feelings were on the line. She was allowed to be hesitant, but Peter? He was supposed to know on the instant that he wanted dearly to hold Lucy’s hand. And why wouldn’t he want to? Lucy had pondered the reasons several million times in her head, but always seemed to find the same conclusion.

SHE simply could not feel so wonderful in Peter’s presence if he didn’t feel something too. It simply wasn’t fair or proper that a person’s happiness was so completely tied up in another person if they didn’t feel at least a little tiny part of that. Besides which, when Lucy rationalised her feelings to herself, she saw that it wasn’t just coming from her. Peter appeared at her door wanting her to come out with him. He instigated most of their adventures. He wanted to spend time with Lucy. That had to count for at least something right? It at least meant he craved her company in some small way.

WHEN he finally did react, Peter’s reaction was not at all what Lucy had expected. She had wanted him to smile and squeeze her hand or lace his fingers with hers. She had feared he’d look disgusted or politely pulling away. She had not ever expected that being asked to dance. The brunette wasn’t too sure how to take it. Was it deflection tactics? Did he merely want to distract her--- But no, with dancing? Something that required even more human contact then just hand holding? No one was that silly. He liked holding her hand! Peter wanted to dance with Lucy. Really, tell her what more she could have wanted? Besides maybe.. that one little thing.. That, that could come later though.

HEART practically melting as a swept up her other hand in his, all Lucy could to was flush and giggle. She couldn’t even speak. Respond to his oh so adorable question. Curse those tingles in her stomach that stopped her from speaking like an intelligent young girl. Rendering her nothing more than a red thing that giggled. Only not really. Lucy didn’t suppose she’d trade those feelings for the world. As hopeless as she felt not being able to speak. An act she has been rather (if not way too) proficient in since the age of three, it was nice. The tingles Peter gave her, they made Lucy feel light headed. Which was not all-together bad. Not really.

ADMITTEDLY, Peter was a terrible dancer. Lucy spent the whole time giggling as he attempted to master the gentlemanly art of dancing. Though in all honesty Lucy was not exactly skilled in grown up sort of dancing like waltzing. Still though, she’d have done a better job the Pete was doing. Not that she was complaining. Oh not at all. Peter could have been the worst skilled dancer in the country, ney the world, and Lucy would not have minded. As long as he was dancing with her. As long as she could hold his hand and peer up into his face. She would be content.

OR, well, not so content. Peter was frowning. It didn’t seem like he was enjoying the moment quite so much as his younger female counterpart. A fact that, upon realisation, swiftly murdered several of the happy tingles that had been fluttering up her stomach. It only got worse when the boy declared dancing was an adventure for another time. His hands leaving her own completely. The girl felt her heart sink. “Oh..” was all she could really manage as she stepped away from the boy. Looking down at her feet. “Yes of course. Another time.” she agreed softly. Doing her very best to keep the hurt and disappointment from her voice.

WITH tears swelling up in her eyes, threatening to escape her lashes and spill down her cheeks, Lucy took a step towards the booth. Barely paying attention to what was now happening. It was taking all her mite not to cry. Or pout and stop her foot. She wasn’t sure which she wanted more. She just didn’t understand. Why had he stopped? Hadn’t he liked being that close to her? Since tears were absolutely mortifyingly embarrassing, Lucy felt the tantrum option winning out. Snatching her ticket from him, The young girl stalked past her friend. Nose in the air. Sniffing slightly. “Boy’s are so stupid..”

` w o r d c o u n t ! 888
` t a g ! pan!
` n o t e s ! Awwwww, he made lucy sadded!

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