Peter's pov

Before I'd known it the sun had settled down and the moon had reared its head to say a good ole' hello. The stars simmered through out the sky like porcupines as Wade and a much happier me talked. What about? In all honesty I couldn't have recited a single conversation if you asked me. It went and bounced from one topic to the next without end. With our bellies full and our chests soon filled with soft bursts of laughter, eventually we called it a night... Not before I punched him in his face, of course.

    He only toppled to the ground and looked up.

"One hell of a right hook you got there lil' red!"

"Little red?" I asked, a smirk threatening to reappear on my face from the nickname.

He nodded getting up, "Your bikes kinda red and I don't know your name, so I just figured I'd call you lil' red."

Oh right-- the bike!

"Ah, I'm Peter; and speaking of my bike, I still have beef with you about that... My shoe broke after all..."

I murmured the last part, it being more of a side thought than anything as my eyes drifting to my soleless shoe. Wade's eyes also followed my gaze.

...

This fucker wound up laughing as soon as he saw it.

"Pfft-- aha," He quickly went to clear his throat, a fist over his mouth, his other beating his chest twice. "I mean: 'o~oh no~o! The humanity!"

I felt my face go red. Wether it was from the slightly irritating dramaticy, or the fact that a few indecent looking folk were watching him. He; on the ground. A hand on his forehead as he dipped back; something you'd definitely see on Broadway. Nevertheless, I did feel somewhat embarrassed as he shouted loudly. I crouched down next to him, a finger to my lips in an attempt to quiet him down.

"Jesus H., be quiet!" I pleaded.

He only gave a soft chuckle, his head nodding. "Fine." He considered my idea, but not before adding, "By the way, you're kinda cute. Not in a kitten puking kinda way, more like a little girl with Skittles for teeth kinda way." He sat up a bit, copying my crouch.

I gave him a strange look, laughing through my nose. "Did I hit you too hard? I think my 'right hook' messed you up more than you already were."

He only gave a soft chuckle before standing up, I followed suit. "Hm, maybe. I'm starting to see hearts and sparkles whenever I look at you. Like that one henta-- hentackle. Yup."

... He was going to say hentai wasn't he?

"I wasn't going to say hentai, I swear on my left nut..!" He added.

Yeah, he was.

I only shook my head, a soft grin on my face before I facepalmed. "Jesus, Wade, that's disgusting."

"Wha~at?! I did not say hentai!"

I only rolled my eyes. This guy's full of surprises isn't he?