Peter was getting ready for his date with Zero. Nice shirt. Nice pants. No tie because that would probably be too much. Hair with gel, though. Bouquet of clovers because roses are for girls who aren't as special as her ( Read more... )

In many ways, yesterday sucked. Bad moods, bad news, and bad ideas (which, okay, was actually a bright spot) all added up to suck.

But after looking at the day on the whole, Peter decided as he sat around in his pink, pink room that it was all totally worth it. He probably wouldn't lose the stupid grin until Friday.

Peter made his way to his room as quickly and quietly as possible. It wasn't easy. If anyone was actually in the dorms tonight and had gotten a good look at him, they would have noticed a few cuts and bruises on his face, a burn mark on his right cheek, and the fact that he seemed to have some trouble carrying his duffel bag. There was some slight ( Read more... )