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WHO: Peter Simmons
WHERE: On the sidewalk in front of a church (building 23)
TIME OF DAY: Late morning
POST SUMMARY: Peter discovers he's left New Jersey, at the very least.
It's dark. Peter is pretending to dance at prom while he watches Jason over his shoulder. Light is dancing off the disco ball that really should be retired, and hitting Jason's chest. Peter watches Jason's body moving, and notices sweat dripping down his lover's chest. He follows it down, down, and has to stop to catch his breath. Jason is thrusting his hips, and Peter desperately needs to be there, and--
Peter wakes up. He groans, closing his eyes again, and squeezing at the baseball held firmly in his fist. It used to be Jason's, but Peter nicked it a long time ago just to see if Jason would notice. He didn't. When Peter found it in his stuff while he was preparing to move to college, he latched on to it, and has had it in his bed with him every night since.
Yes, Peter does know he's a sick, sick man.
Too bad this sickness won't get him out of heading to his job at Olive Garden today. After graduation he was sure he wouldn't be able to land a job, but luckily he has a respectable uncle a town away. With a sigh, Peter sits up, not particularly motivated to start his day, when he really takes a look at his surroundings. He gasps aloud, shocked. He was sure he had gone to sleep in his mother's house the night before, not the street, like some hobo.
He turns around, and spots a church. He can't make out what church it was because he's somehow gone overseas or something. Hell is another possibility. Maybe someone has come to take revenge on Peter for Jason's death.
Peter shudders. No, that's stupid. He is breathing. Besides, he's standing in front of a church for God's sake. Hell probably isn't full of churches.
Having nothing else to do, Peter decides to find somebody. The chances of him being the last person on Earth is slim. God would at least leave a girl too, right?
“Hello?”
WHERE: On the sidewalk in front of a church (building 23)
TIME OF DAY: Late morning
POST SUMMARY: Peter discovers he's left New Jersey, at the very least.
It's dark. Peter is pretending to dance at prom while he watches Jason over his shoulder. Light is dancing off the disco ball that really should be retired, and hitting Jason's chest. Peter watches Jason's body moving, and notices sweat dripping down his lover's chest. He follows it down, down, and has to stop to catch his breath. Jason is thrusting his hips, and Peter desperately needs to be there, and--
Peter wakes up. He groans, closing his eyes again, and squeezing at the baseball held firmly in his fist. It used to be Jason's, but Peter nicked it a long time ago just to see if Jason would notice. He didn't. When Peter found it in his stuff while he was preparing to move to college, he latched on to it, and has had it in his bed with him every night since.
Yes, Peter does know he's a sick, sick man.
Too bad this sickness won't get him out of heading to his job at Olive Garden today. After graduation he was sure he wouldn't be able to land a job, but luckily he has a respectable uncle a town away. With a sigh, Peter sits up, not particularly motivated to start his day, when he really takes a look at his surroundings. He gasps aloud, shocked. He was sure he had gone to sleep in his mother's house the night before, not the street, like some hobo.
He turns around, and spots a church. He can't make out what church it was because he's somehow gone overseas or something. Hell is another possibility. Maybe someone has come to take revenge on Peter for Jason's death.
Peter shudders. No, that's stupid. He is breathing. Besides, he's standing in front of a church for God's sake. Hell probably isn't full of churches.
Having nothing else to do, Peter decides to find somebody. The chances of him being the last person on Earth is slim. God would at least leave a girl too, right?
“Hello?”