Room 313, Thursday night
It was another fun day in Fandom. Peter had received a gift from his Secret Sibling, met a new friend in the park, and came up with a campaign platform.
Okay, he didn't do that. But he might be able to get those posters hung on the ceiling or something.
Anyway, all of that was secondary when he got back to his room and saw the e-mail. Well, he did ask her to respond. He honestly hadn't expected this, though. It was time to mope. And maybe even emo. But with great emo comes the great responsibility to not make it everyone else's problem, so he closed his door and tried to sleep.
Okay, he didn't do that. But he might be able to get those posters hung on the ceiling or something.
Anyway, all of that was secondary when he got back to his room and saw the e-mail. Well, he did ask her to respond. He honestly hadn't expected this, though. It was time to mope. And maybe even emo. But with great emo comes the great responsibility to not make it everyone else's problem, so he closed his door and tried to sleep.