Wisdom
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I shut the bathroom door without even peeking in on Jack, and he laughed. I looked over at the bed, and I knew I didn’t want to hang out in here with Daisy. She still creeped me out. I didn’t trust her alone with the dog either, so I called Matilda as I left the room, and she ran after me.
Peter was in the living room, sitting on the couch with his feet propped up on an ottoman. Blade Runner played on the TV, but he didn’t seem to be paying attention to it. He had his fingers laced behind his head and he stared off at nothing.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“What?” Peter looked over at me, as if he’d just realized I was there. “Uh, yeah. I’m great.” He lowered his arms, crossing them over his chest, and sat up straighter so his feet were on the floor.
“You seem kind of spacey.”
“Got a lot on my mind,” he shrugged.
Matilda jumped on the couch next to him, and he scratched her head. I sat down at the opposite end of the couch, putting as much room between us as I could.
“I thought you said you weren’t gonna think about it,” I said.
“Trying not to.” He gave Matilda one final pat than dropped his hand. He looked over at me, letting his emerald eyes linger on me just long enough where I had to look away. “How have you been?”
“Good, I guess.”
“Even with Jane’s murder?” Peter asked, and I shook my head. “She was murdered, right?”
“Yeah, she was. And they don’t know who did it.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” he said, and it really sounded like he meant it. I don’t think I could ever get used to him sounding so kind. It added something to his already velvet voice that never failed to startle me.
“Me too,” I sighed.
After that, we watched the movie in silence. I sat stiffly, afraid to move or do anything. I could feel Peter sitting next to me, doing the same thing. I’m not exactly sure what I was afraid would happen, but I knew I didn’t want to risk it. I’d already hurt both Peter and Jack enough.
Jack bounded downstairs a little while later. His hair was still damp from the shower, and he ran his hand through it absently, sending little droplets sprinkling all over the room.
“How’s the movie?” Jack asked, glancing back at the TV.
“Fine,” Peter and I both answered quickly.
“Great.” Jack pushed Matilda off the couch and sat down next to me, but he turned to Peter. “I was thinking. Why are you going with them?”
“What?” Peter asked.
“Why are you going with Mae and Daisy when they leave?”
“Because.” His eyes flashed to me for a moment, then he looked away from both of us.
“Mae and Daisy don’t need you,” Jack went on. “And I know me and Bobby have a lot of crap in your old room, but we could clean it out. Well, we’re gonna move soon anyway, but that’s not the point.”
“What is the point?” Peter asked.
“Why don’t you stay here?” Jack asked. “This isn’t your fight, the thing with Mae and Daisy. Neither of them are your responsibility.”
“Thanks.” Peter swallowed and stared down at the floor. “I mean, I appreciate it, Jack, I really do. Especially coming from you. But you know why I’m going with them.”
“Come on, Peter.” He gestured to himself and glanced back at me. “This thing between the three of us, it’s stupid. I didn’t realize how stupid it was until I saw you today. It’s over, you know? I’m with Alice, and you’re fine. We can just be… normal, again.”
“I think you’re being overly simplistic, Jack.” Peter lifted his head to look at him.
For a minute, they only stared at each other. Finally, Jack nodded and looked away.
“Hello?” Leif called as I heard the French door swing open.
“Who is that?” Peter asked, and Jack rolled his eyes.
“It’s Leif,” Jack sighed and got up. “He practically lives here now.”
“Oh, he does not.” I stood up and went out to the dining room to meet him.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to just barge in.” Snow clung to Leif’s hair, and he brushed it out.
“You didn’t barge in. You know it’s never a problem when you visit,” I smiled at him.
“Nope, no problem at all,” Jack said. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets as he came into the dining room, and Peter followed more slowly behind.
“Peter.” Leif’s brown eyes widened at him. “I didn’t know you were back.”
“It’s only temporary.” Peter rubbed at his arm, but his eyes had hardened at the sight of Leif.
He’d spent some time with Leif when they’d both been part of the lycan pack, and as far as I know, they’d gotten along. Neither of them ever really talked about what happened there, but like Jack, I don’t think Peter trusted Leif or his intentions here.
I moved closer to Leif. It’d been bad enough when just Jack had been around glaring at Leif, but with him and Peter both doing it, I felt like I had to move to defend Leif somehow.
“Really? Why is that?” Leif asked.
“We have to lay low. I don’t want to trouble the family here,” Peter said, giving away as little as possible.
“You’re in trouble again?” Leif raised an eyebrow.
“Well, Peter isn’t this time.” I cut in with a nervous laugh, attempting to lighten the mood. “He’s just helping out people who are in trouble.”
“Alice, I don’t think he needs to know our problems,” Peter said.
“No, I don’t,” Leif agreed. “But if you need a place to hide out, I might know somewhere.”
“Really?” Peter crossed his arms over his chest. “You know a place here?”
“Yes,” Leif nodded. “I’ve had to hide out myself.”
“What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into, Leif?” Jack asked, his tone only pretending to be light.
With Jack and Peter standing there, glowering at Leif, I decided that I didn’t like them getting along. I’d never really seen them agree on something before, but they’d apparently both decided to hate Leif, and it was really annoying.
“Hey, guys, Leif is offering to help out.” I stepped closer to Leif, almost standing in front of him now to block Jack and Peter’s unflinching stares. “And we need help. I think we should hear him out.”
Peter was in the living room, sitting on the couch with his feet propped up on an ottoman. Blade Runner played on the TV, but he didn’t seem to be paying attention to it. He had his fingers laced behind his head and he stared off at nothing.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“What?” Peter looked over at me, as if he’d just realized I was there. “Uh, yeah. I’m great.” He lowered his arms, crossing them over his chest, and sat up straighter so his feet were on the floor.
“You seem kind of spacey.”
“Got a lot on my mind,” he shrugged.
Matilda jumped on the couch next to him, and he scratched her head. I sat down at the opposite end of the couch, putting as much room between us as I could.
“I thought you said you weren’t gonna think about it,” I said.
“Trying not to.” He gave Matilda one final pat than dropped his hand. He looked over at me, letting his emerald eyes linger on me just long enough where I had to look away. “How have you been?”
“Good, I guess.”
“Even with Jane’s murder?” Peter asked, and I shook my head. “She was murdered, right?”
“Yeah, she was. And they don’t know who did it.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” he said, and it really sounded like he meant it. I don’t think I could ever get used to him sounding so kind. It added something to his already velvet voice that never failed to startle me.
“Me too,” I sighed.
After that, we watched the movie in silence. I sat stiffly, afraid to move or do anything. I could feel Peter sitting next to me, doing the same thing. I’m not exactly sure what I was afraid would happen, but I knew I didn’t want to risk it. I’d already hurt both Peter and Jack enough.
Jack bounded downstairs a little while later. His hair was still damp from the shower, and he ran his hand through it absently, sending little droplets sprinkling all over the room.
“How’s the movie?” Jack asked, glancing back at the TV.
“Fine,” Peter and I both answered quickly.
“Great.” Jack pushed Matilda off the couch and sat down next to me, but he turned to Peter. “I was thinking. Why are you going with them?”
“What?” Peter asked.
“Why are you going with Mae and Daisy when they leave?”
“Because.” His eyes flashed to me for a moment, then he looked away from both of us.
“Mae and Daisy don’t need you,” Jack went on. “And I know me and Bobby have a lot of crap in your old room, but we could clean it out. Well, we’re gonna move soon anyway, but that’s not the point.”
“What is the point?” Peter asked.
“Why don’t you stay here?” Jack asked. “This isn’t your fight, the thing with Mae and Daisy. Neither of them are your responsibility.”
“Thanks.” Peter swallowed and stared down at the floor. “I mean, I appreciate it, Jack, I really do. Especially coming from you. But you know why I’m going with them.”
“Come on, Peter.” He gestured to himself and glanced back at me. “This thing between the three of us, it’s stupid. I didn’t realize how stupid it was until I saw you today. It’s over, you know? I’m with Alice, and you’re fine. We can just be… normal, again.”
“I think you’re being overly simplistic, Jack.” Peter lifted his head to look at him.
For a minute, they only stared at each other. Finally, Jack nodded and looked away.
“Hello?” Leif called as I heard the French door swing open.
“Who is that?” Peter asked, and Jack rolled his eyes.
“It’s Leif,” Jack sighed and got up. “He practically lives here now.”
“Oh, he does not.” I stood up and went out to the dining room to meet him.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to just barge in.” Snow clung to Leif’s hair, and he brushed it out.
“You didn’t barge in. You know it’s never a problem when you visit,” I smiled at him.
“Nope, no problem at all,” Jack said. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets as he came into the dining room, and Peter followed more slowly behind.
“Peter.” Leif’s brown eyes widened at him. “I didn’t know you were back.”
“It’s only temporary.” Peter rubbed at his arm, but his eyes had hardened at the sight of Leif.
He’d spent some time with Leif when they’d both been part of the lycan pack, and as far as I know, they’d gotten along. Neither of them ever really talked about what happened there, but like Jack, I don’t think Peter trusted Leif or his intentions here.
I moved closer to Leif. It’d been bad enough when just Jack had been around glaring at Leif, but with him and Peter both doing it, I felt like I had to move to defend Leif somehow.
“Really? Why is that?” Leif asked.
“We have to lay low. I don’t want to trouble the family here,” Peter said, giving away as little as possible.
“You’re in trouble again?” Leif raised an eyebrow.
“Well, Peter isn’t this time.” I cut in with a nervous laugh, attempting to lighten the mood. “He’s just helping out people who are in trouble.”
“Alice, I don’t think he needs to know our problems,” Peter said.
“No, I don’t,” Leif agreed. “But if you need a place to hide out, I might know somewhere.”
“Really?” Peter crossed his arms over his chest. “You know a place here?”
“Yes,” Leif nodded. “I’ve had to hide out myself.”
“What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into, Leif?” Jack asked, his tone only pretending to be light.
With Jack and Peter standing there, glowering at Leif, I decided that I didn’t like them getting along. I’d never really seen them agree on something before, but they’d apparently both decided to hate Leif, and it was really annoying.
“Hey, guys, Leif is offering to help out.” I stepped closer to Leif, almost standing in front of him now to block Jack and Peter’s unflinching stares. “And we need help. I think we should hear him out.”
