#04 - Watch


"Hey," Peter says. He is leaning in the doorway and trying to look casual.

Jubilee holds up one finger. Index, of course. Though she'll be tempted to use the other one if he keeps hovering there.

He waits for less than a minute before saying, "Hey, Jubil..."

"One minute!" The nice finger again.

Peter waits. And waits. And waits. He waits forever. Once forever has passed he says her name again.

"Dude," she snaps at him. "What portion of that request did you not understand? And, seriously, what are you doing, talking to me during The OC? And, also, who do I have to blow around here to get a TIVO. 'Cause I am ready and willing to go the distance for some pre-recorded television goodness."

Peter looks un-amused. Cute. But totally devoid of amusement. He crosses his arms over his chest. Jubilee wonders if he's flexing, because if he's not... She swallows hard.

"Well," she covers. "What do you want, oh interrupter of my viewing pleasure?"

"I'm going out," he replies. "I was wondering if you wanted to come."

Jubilee chokes on her own spit.

"Come out, I mean," Peter quickly elaborates, blushing. "Outside of the school. To the diner, maybe. With me."

Jubilee, still coughing, contemplates the matter. He really is cute. And also? Smokin' hot. Maybe she can teach him about jokes and how, unless they contain the phrase 'you might be a redneck', they're funny.

"Sure. Okay. Why the hell not." She shrugs nonchalantly. "When?"

Peter sprawls next to her on the couch. "After The OC."