YOU GET A DOUBLE FEATURE, 'cos i feel like it (OMG FINALS ADD). okay, the following is a REMIX, of your porn. the guy on the football team that edmund punched out? his name is greg flaherty, and these are the events of greg's story through peter's eyes.
when peter asks, "are you fucking greg flaherty?" susan answers, "yes."
(her tone says "i'm not afraid of you" and his tone says "i know you're not, that's why i'm asking.")
peter says, "he's an asshole, su."
"so are you," she says simply, and walks away.
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it didn't change anything, not really, sleeping with susan. it's not like they can lay claim to each other, not like regular lovers, and in a way they already have more claim to each other than any declaration can guarantee.
they are siblings: susan stumbles along in peter's footprints, drunk after half a glass of whiskey, or coughing so hard halfway through a bowl that she almost throws up. he knows she adores him, and he adores that she does, that she tries to be both hard and fabulous to one-up him, to rule as a queen does, and peter being the only one who knows how soft she can be.
the boys of finchley fall at her feet and they eye her tits and her ass, they touch her when she lets them. and, for peter, there are always girls who love bad boys -- they see his soft blond hair and his cool blue eyes and they linger around his presence, hoping to be shown more of the world. they want peter to simultaneously take them apart and make them stronger, and he does not know how to do this. these girls frustrate him and that's when he finds himself thinking of susan, how she has never wanted anything from him but a place at his side, as an equal, an ally.
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sleeping with susan didn't change anything but sometimes he kind of wished it did.
but just a little.
not that much.
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peter hates house music but lombardi loves it, and the steady thud-thud-thud of it resonates in his ears as he makes his way through the house, solo cup of beer in one hand and his head full of greg's hand on susan's ass (and everywhere else) and susan looking vaguely annoyed by it, greg looking smug, between classes. but on his way to smoke a cigarette in the woods behind the gym after-school, peter saw them making out in greg's car anyway.
people at the party see him as he walks by and they go "pete!" "peter!" "pevensie!" and sometimes he'll stop and shoot the shit, sometimes he won't, and by the time he finds susan and greg dry-humping in the bathroom, his cup is empty. he tosses it into the trash.
"dude, there's another bathroom upstairs," says greg, but it's not like peter is listening and he doesn't need to use the bathroom anyway. peter's eyes are on susan, and hers on his, and there's a look to her like she maybe got caught doing something she shouldn't, which is strangely satisfying because susan makes this deal about making her own "shoulds" and "shouldn'ts".
so he says, in the tone he knows she recognizes, "su."
peter reads the moment of conflict in her eyes, then she seems to decide something. turns back to greg and kisses him one last time, untangles herself from him, and trots to her brother, adjusting her skirt. "i'll see you later," she lies to greg, who is looking vaguely gobsmacked.
"i can't believe you fucked greg flaherty," says peter.
"oh, fuck off," susan mutters, rolling her eyes. "get me a drink."
keeping with theme THE REMIX 1/2
when peter asks, "are you fucking greg flaherty?" susan answers, "yes."
(her tone says "i'm not afraid of you" and his tone says "i know you're not, that's why i'm asking.")
peter says, "he's an asshole, su."
"so are you," she says simply, and walks away.
+
it didn't change anything, not really, sleeping with susan. it's not like they can lay claim to each other, not like regular lovers, and in a way they already have more claim to each other than any declaration can guarantee.
they are siblings: susan stumbles along in peter's footprints, drunk after half a glass of whiskey, or coughing so hard halfway through a bowl that she almost throws up. he knows she adores him, and he adores that she does, that she tries to be both hard and fabulous to one-up him, to rule as a queen does, and peter being the only one who knows how soft she can be.
the boys of finchley fall at her feet and they eye her tits and her ass, they touch her when she lets them. and, for peter, there are always girls who love bad boys -- they see his soft blond hair and his cool blue eyes and they linger around his presence, hoping to be shown more of the world. they want peter to simultaneously take them apart and make them stronger, and he does not know how to do this. these girls frustrate him and that's when he finds himself thinking of susan, how she has never wanted anything from him but a place at his side, as an equal, an ally.
+
sleeping with susan didn't change anything but sometimes he kind of wished it did.
but just a little.
not that much.
+
peter hates house music but lombardi loves it, and the steady thud-thud-thud of it resonates in his ears as he makes his way through the house, solo cup of beer in one hand and his head full of greg's hand on susan's ass (and everywhere else) and susan looking vaguely annoyed by it, greg looking smug, between classes. but on his way to smoke a cigarette in the woods behind the gym after-school, peter saw them making out in greg's car anyway.
people at the party see him as he walks by and they go "pete!" "peter!" "pevensie!" and sometimes he'll stop and shoot the shit, sometimes he won't, and by the time he finds susan and greg dry-humping in the bathroom, his cup is empty. he tosses it into the trash.
"dude, there's another bathroom upstairs," says greg, but it's not like peter is listening and he doesn't need to use the bathroom anyway. peter's eyes are on susan, and hers on his, and there's a look to her like she maybe got caught doing something she shouldn't, which is strangely satisfying because susan makes this deal about making her own "shoulds" and "shouldn'ts".
so he says, in the tone he knows she recognizes, "su."
peter reads the moment of conflict in her eyes, then she seems to decide something. turns back to greg and kisses him one last time, untangles herself from him, and trots to her brother, adjusting her skirt. "i'll see you later," she lies to greg, who is looking vaguely gobsmacked.
"i can't believe you fucked greg flaherty," says peter.
"oh, fuck off," susan mutters, rolling her eyes. "get me a drink."