The next day, Lydia walked down the hallway as the bell rang releasing thousands of teenagers from their work. Today was her day off from work, and she was wondering how to avoid going home, when she suddenly bumped (quite literally) into Pete.
He turned to her and gave her a smile, saying, "Hey, just the girl I wanted to see."
"I am?" Lydia asked, surprisingly, before she remembered about the project, "oh, right, the paper we have to write."
"Yah, and I was wondering if you had work, or whatever you do after school?" Pete asked, as they started to walk together.
"How did you know I worked?" Lydia asked, apart from Chris, Joe and Patrick, nobody knew she worked, mainly because of the fact that Ben's isn't the most popular place in town.
"Well, I kinda figured it out, since I don't ever see you anywhere else except here, and the clothes you left in my car where not what you'd call party clothes. But then again, Ben's isn't what you'd call a club," Pete explained, causally.
Lydia clapped her in applause, "Bravo, Wentz, Scotland Yard called they have you a magnifying glass and a spiffy little hat."
"Elementary, my dear Watson." he asked, happily.
She just rolled her eyes, "Well, as it happens it would be my night off."
"Cool, we can go study at my house," he offered, as they walked out the doors.
"Sure, why not?" Lydia replied, following him to his car.
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After a few minutes of traveling thru Chicago Suburbia, they finally reached the Wentz house. It was definitely not the biggest house on the block, but it was pretty big, and nice especially if you compared it to the apartment Lydia shared with her mother.
"Come on," Pete said, waving a hand for Lydia to follow, "we can study in the kitchen."
They walked through his house and into a decent sized kitchen. As soon as they entered the kitchen, Pete turned and opened the fridge, asking over his shoulder, "Have a seat; do you want anything to drink?"
"Um, pop anything is fine," Lydia answered, taking a seat at the table.
Pete took two cans of Pepsi from the fridge, before taking a seat across from her, "So where should we start?"
"Um, we usually start by reading the books, sharing interesting facts, before combining our notes into an essay," Lydia explained, pulling out her note book and stuff.
"Cool, well, I'll just go up to my room and grab some stuff," Pete said, standing up and heading towards the stairs, "be back in a minute," he called over his shoulder.
Lydia sat back in her chair and looked around the kitchen.
There was suddenly the click of high heels on the tile floor, Lydia turned to see a woman in her forties walk in.
The woman stopped at the sight of Lydia, saying, "Oh, I didn't realize that Hilary was home," she said, before giving Lydia a welcoming smile, saying, "Well, I'll go see what she's up to, shall I?"
Lydia opened her mouth to protest, but it was already too late.
"HILARY!" the woman, Lydia guessed to be Mrs. Wentz, screamed up the stairs.
Pete answered by calling down, "I think she's at the mall, Mom."
"Oh!" Mrs. Wentz said, taking a step back and turning to look at Lydia, here interest gleaming in her eyes, "you're one of Pete's friends."
"Um, we're doing a project" Lydia started, only to be interrupted by Mrs. Wentz.
"Project?! We'll homework is less painful when shared" she said, clearly enjoying their pain.
Lydia just stared at her, how was someone suppose to respond? Was there an acceptable response? The woman was clearly a Sadist, she clearly needed help, perhaps even an intervention.
"Cookies anyone?" Mrs. Wentz asked, but did not wait for their reply as she began filling a plate with delicious looking oatmeal raisin cookies, talking nonstop "You know Lydia, you are the first girl Pete has brought home, did you know that?"
"Um, no," Lydia answered, suspiciously.
"Pete mentioned you the other day, he's never talked about his friends before'," Mrs. Wentz explained, give a significant emphasis on the word friends.
"Really?" Lydia asked, surprisingly, just as Pete walked into the room.
He walked over to his mother, kissed her on the cheek before retaking his seat across from Lydia.
His mother eyed the soda and asked pointedly "Wouldn't you rather have a glass a milk? What is the subject for your project? How nice it is to finally meet one of Pete's friends. Have you known each other long? Is Hillary home? Have you met Pete's sister Hillary? Pete's mother asked in rapid successfully not pausing for an answer.
The woman didn't seem to have to breathe between sentences, or perhaps it was all one sentence, she could have just imagined the pause, surely a freak of nature, a throw back from the 50's. She expected Beaver to enter the room any minute now. Lydia thought smiling to herself, it was a shame you had to keep these kind of jokes to ones self
"The effect of WW2 had on Austria, thank you and no, no, and I have not seen anyone since I have been here" Lydia answered politely.
"What a delight, Peter has always loved the movie Sound of Music. We often watched it together. We should rent it, I'm sure it would help with your report."
"I'm running away from home," Peter muttered under his breath.
Lydia couldn't help but laugh, "Um, sure, that sounds good," she said, never taking her off the bright red Pete.
"I hear California is nice this time of year," he mumbled again.
"Oh, I'm probably interrupting your studying," Mrs. Wentz said, kindly, "are you joining us for dinner, Lydia?"
Pete opened mouth to object, but Lydia cut him off fast, "That would be lovely! And maybe after dinner you can tell me more about Pete?"
"Of course! He is such a charming boy," Mrs. Wentz chirped, she walked over to Pete gave him a big, sloppy kiss on the cheek before walking out of the kitchen.
"Are you two trying to torture me?" Pete asked through gritted teeth.
Lydia nodded, enthusiastically; it seemed all her problems where solved for the night. Pete was actually helping on the project, if that wasn't shocking enough, she had an excuse for not going home right away, and, just incase that wasn't enough, she was about to learn all the sordid details (or lack thereof) of Pete's life. This was about to become a very productive day.
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