To say Peter was hyperactive would probably be an understatement. For as long as you had known him he was always bouncing off the walls with energy, constantly wanting to move about, and when he wasn't, he'd twitch. You, on the other hand, were more content with laying down all day staring up at the ceiling while soft music played from the record player.

     There were times when you lost yourself in the song that you'd open your eyes to vines curling up the walls, twisted around the frame of the bed, small tiny flowers sprouting from the walls and window, it would take a while for you to get them under control and have them seep back into themselves before vanishing. The first time Peter had walked in on you taking a nap, he had been caught up in the growing vines, pinning him to the wall. By the time you woke up you could just about see his face and outstretched arm grabbing the air at you.

     The amount of apologises that you gave were completely lost to Peter when he saw you picking up the large thick vines covered in moss, talking to yourself and the plants like an embarrassed mother would to their child. The plants seemed to have a mind of their own when around you, circling around your waist, clinging onto you as you picked them up, talking to them. He wasn't paying attention to anything but yourself, even after you made the vines drop him from the wall and his body fell in a heap. Peter watched as you pushed open your window, sending the plants to crawl up the walls outside, decorating over half of the outside mansion wall.

     "Sorry about that, they tend to get excited," you'd murmur like they were, in fact, your children, misbehaving at a shop while you would apologise to the other shoppers.

     Ever since that day, Peter had been almost completely enamoured by you and your ability, at how caring and nurturing you were, not only to your plants but to the other mutants at the school. He found out that you helped Charles out in the office, occasionally looking through files to see when the birthdays of the mutants were to send small flowers their way. It brought a smile to his face when you were with him and some of the younger students nervously came up to you to ask if you could create flowers for their friends or significant other on Valentine's Day—which became a tradition for you. If one of the students didn't have a Valentines, you specifically make them a large bouquet of flowers for them so they didn't feel left out.

     Charles had asked you, personally, to tend to the gardens around the mansion, which you were more than happy to do. During your break, you wandered over to Peter, who was underneath a tree with Scott, Jean, Jubilee, Kurt, and Ororo. Peter automatically smiled and wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you sat down.

     "Hey, babe," Peter greeted you, kissing your cheek.

     "Hi," you replied quietly, smiling shyly to yourself.

     "How are the kids?"

     "What? What kids?" Scott looked over to the two of you, interrupting his conversation with Kurt.

     You rolled your eyes as Peter grinned. "He means my plants."

     "Oh." Scott laughed to himself. "Why do you call them kids?" His attention turned to Peter.

     Peter sat back, removing his arm from your shoulder to lay behind himself. "I snuck up on her when she was in the garden once—"

     "Oh god," you groaned.

     "I thought it would be funny to scare her, I've done it before and the plants shoot up from the ground and tangle around her. So, I snuck up behind her, I screamed and, I guess, her reflex was to turn around, insanely fast might I add for someone who doesn't have super speed, and karate chop me in the neck yelling to leave her children alone and that she'd sue for damages," he finished, laughing loudly.

     "In my defence, it was night-time, I was half asleep and you said you were going home an hour before."

     "What if I had been Charles?"

     "For starters, Charles wouldn't scream like a little girl who cut her own hair for the first time expecting a different result as her hair fell onto her lap and she was left with a bald patch—"

     "That's so accurate," Jubilee commented pointing to Peter. "You do scream like that."

     "Shut up," he mumbled to her. "I have a manly scream."

     "Yeah, if that man sucked a load of helium." Jubilee crossed her arms.

     "Anyway," you stressed. "Charles is in a wheelchair, he's not as tall as you. If it was him I would have hit the air, not his neck."

     "Okay, I see your point." Peter nodded as he laid back completely on the grass.

     "You said you wouldn't bring it up," you mumbled as you laid next to him.

     "I'm sorry, but it was cute, you know I haven't done anything like that since."

     "I know, thank you." You smiled softly. "I love you." You pressed a kiss to his lips, hearing him mumble it back before you sat back up. Ororo had a smirk on her face when you looked back over to the group. "What?" You asked nervously.

     "Ask Peter, he's the one with the flowers in his hair."

     "What?" You turned back to face him, your cheeks heating up as you noticed the bright tiny flowers tangled in his silver hair. "Oh, sorry about that. I forget that happens."

     Peter shrugged, picking them out of his hair as you stood up. "Going back to work?" You hummed with a nod in response. "Okay, see you later."

     "Bye guys." You waved to them before walking off.

     Peter continued to watch you leave, into the garden covered by the tall hedges, until he couldn't see you anymore. He sat up, turning back to the group, brushing the grass from his jacket.

     "How are you two still dating?" Ororo asked, chuckling as she shook her head, leaning back against the large tree.

     "What do you mean?"

     "Well, for starters, you're always pulling pranks, even going to the extent of lying to her saying you aren't."

     Peter shrugs. "That's not really a starter."

     "Okay, well, you know she doesn't like it when you lie to her." She pointed at him.

     "It's not a big lie."

     Kurt cleared his throat. "You don't always answer her honestly when she asks for your opinion or help, you know that frustrates her, especially when she doesn't realise that you're doing it."

     "She finds it funny afterward," he defended himself.

     "No, not all the time." Jean shook her head.

     "Yeah, Peter. Who knows, maybe she'll realise that she is better off without the constant sneak attacks and whiplashes." Scott shrugged. "Just sayin'."

     Peter didn't respond, he simply nodded his head with a blank look on his face getting up. "I'm going to get some Twinkies."

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     Later that day, Peter didn't go looking for you, which was odd. Instead, you turned off your record and went looking for him. It took almost an hour to find him before you saw his silver hair zipping back and forth in the danger room. He seemed rather nervous, for a better lack of words. Peter didn't notice you walk in, or even the fact that you created a chair out of vines to sit and watch him. His body blurred back and forth, creating a headache to form over your temples.

     "Pete." You sighed, rubbing your forehead.

     He didn't seem to hear you, so you spoke louder.

     "Pete."

     Again, there was nothing.

     "Peter!"

     He stopped, letting out a puff of hair as he clapped his hands together, looking anywhere but your face, running his hands through his hair as he removed his goggles from his face.

     "Why are you down here?"

     "I just wanted to do some running." He shrugged.

     "You're not looking at me," you noted. "Have I done something wrong?"

     "No...Maybe..."

     "Peter," you spoke softly, getting up from the chair. Peter glanced over and watched as it shrunk into itself, leaving behind an indent in the ground from where the roots dug in. "Please talk to me."

     "You deserve better." He stepped back, away from you, as you stepped closer.

     You paused. "What's that supposed to mean?"

     "You deserve someone who is good for you."

     "Why are you saying this?"

     "The others—"

     "Shouldn't get a say in our relationship. Are you seriously going to let them dictate what we have between us?"

     "What do we have between us?"

     "I was hoping for a healthy relationship based on trust and mutual respect for one another."

     "You shouldn't trust me."

     "Don't you dare tell me what I should do," you argued. You didn't usually talk to him like that, he didn't know how he should respond, he didn't like it.

     "I'm sorry." He shook his head.

     "Are they bothering you?"

     "I can handle it."

     "Apparently you can't." He looked at you sadly. "Peter, I know when I should walk away from something that isn't good for me. Have I done that with us? No. No, I have not. You know why?" He shook his head. "Because I know you wouldn't hurt me. Not intentionally. You would never be malicious towards me or my feelings towards you."

     "I'm not a good person."

     "Says who? Scott? Jean? Jubilee? Kurt? Ororo?" You took another step closer to him, this time he didn't move away. "Or are you saying this?"

     He opened his mouth. "I just want you to be happy."

     "You make me happy? Can't that be enough? Can't people see that? Why do they have to mess with that?" You were now standing in front of him.

     "What if you realise you're better off without me?"

     "Never. Because that's impossible." You cupped his cheeks, making him look at you. "How long have you known me?"

     Peter sighed. "Almost three years."

     You hummed. "I've never been happier than I have in those three years of knowing you. Please don't throw us away. Don't listen to anyone but yourself when it comes to our relationship. They don't see everything that we do, they don't know what we have between us." You shook your head. "Don't let them think that they do. Okay?"

     "Okay," he nodded with a hushed whisper.

     "Good," you concluded. "I love you."

     "I love you too."

     "I'd hope so." You smiled, bringing his lips closer to yours, pressing a kiss to his lips as your eyes closed.

     His hands gently wrapped around your waist as the thick vines began to sprout around the two of you, climbing up the walls of the danger room, weaving in and out of the panelled walls, twisting around the light fixtures, hanging from the ceiling in thick branches and blooming flowers that covered large patches of the ground. The smaller vines wrapped around both of your bodies as you pulled apart. The room was almost completely submerged in greenery and some small fire fires hovered around in the air.

     You looked over to Peter with a shy smile, there were flowers tangled in his hair. "Sorry about that. I forget that happens."

     Peter grinned looking down at you, chuckling as he shook his head.