Part Three

After his encounter with Daisy in the bathroom, Peter finished getting dressed and made his way out of Jace's bedroom and downstairs where he found Danielle flicking through the TV channels for something to watch however upon noticing Peter, the older blonde turned her attention to the teen.

"Oh, you're up? I thought you'd still be resting..." Danielle commented.

"Couldn't sleep." Peter shrugged.

"Daisy stopped by earlier. I tried to get her to stay so I could introduce you but she was gone like the wind..." Danielle told Peter.

"We met," Peter said as he thought about his encounter with said blonde in the bathroom.

"Right." Danielle nodded.

"Anyways, I was thinking of heading out. Probably meet Sky and Gabrielle. Get a head start on this report." Peter informed Danielle.

"Oh, okay," Danielle said and Peter could tell there was a faint note of disappointment in her voice. "Would you like to borrow my car? I remember earlier you mentioned you drive..."

"Nah, I'm good," Peter answered. "I could use the walk. Get my exercise in. This body requires a lot of work."

"I bet it does." Danielle smiled while eyeing the teen.

"Before you go though, is there anything you'd like for dinner? I was thinking... I was told I make a pretty good chicken. If that's okay?" Danielle asked.

"Sounds good." Peter agreed.

"Oh and Peter, I'm not an idiot," Danielle told the teen earning a look of confusion from him. "I was a teenager once. And you're in a new town with no intention of seeing these people again. Now I don't know your history with Sky or Gabby but I can assume and if you need to entertain any of them, I hope I can trust you in the same way I trust Jace and Daisy to do it safely and if you need under this roof, I just ask if you make me aware."

"Of course, Danielle." Peter smiled.

"Oh my fucking God! I can't believe you're here!" A blonde-haired, green-eyed woman with large round breasts and a perky ass excitedly greeted Peter in the the diner.

"Skylar Wayne, always a pleasure to see you," Peter responded back to the blonde.

"So, you want to tell me how you got into this exchange thing? Didn't think it was your thing..." Skylar questioned.

"My parents," Peter admitted. "I screwed up. Hung around some really bad people. In the end, my parents thought it might be a good idea for me to apply to this."

"And here you are..." Skylar smiled. "Luckily for you, old friend, you got me. I got some knowledge, a teacher from school who could help, we could even visit some places with rich historical details you can use for this paper you have to write..."

"I think I'm good, Skylar," Peter declined. "I know enough about Amethyst Shore to write a paper."

"From what? A couple of passing through visits the last few years?" Skylar shook her head. "Come on, you need my help..."

"Amethyst Shore was founded on October 31st, 1869 under the name Golden Shore with help from Donald Wayne who had a cluster of families settle down in his new prospecting town while the men he hired worked in the mines," Peter began to explain. "They didn't find gold but those amethysts hence the name change. That brought in trouble like the Blackson Gang and Donald's nephew, Mark attempted to stop them but in the end, it was a woman and Mark's rival called Sadie Holland..."

"Okay, I get your point. You don't need my help." Skylar interrupted Peter.

"I pick things up even when no one realises it," Peter commented. "I'm a hell of a student."

"But you can't spend all week here without some proof of you actually doing some research." Skylar reminded Peter.

"That's what you and Gabrielle are here for, right?" Peter told the blonde. "We could even hit some of those places and I'd love to get to know some of those friends of yours... They'll have stories too, not just about the town, I bet..."

"I bet you would love to meet my friends." Skylar knowingly replied.

"I didn't mean it like that," Peter shook his head. "Not everything about me is to do with sex."

"Kind of your M.O. though," Skylar commented.

"They're important parts of your life, I'd like to know them," Peter told her.

"I know and I can't for you to meet them," Skylar replied.

"Also, did you manage to get what I asked?" Peter wondered.

"Yep," Skylar agreed as she fished out a bottle of wine. "It's a hell of a vintage. My Mom would kill me if she learned it was missing."

"Send me the bill, I'll cover it. We got a bottle too at Redstone." Peter said as he looked at the bottle.

"Planning something?" Skylar wondered.

"It's just a thank you present for Mrs. Holland. I didn't think she'd be such a gratuitous host," Peter admitted. "It's the least I can do. Speaking of which, I should go. She did say she was cooking..."

"Have fun," Skylar smiled before hugging Peter. "It's good to see you."

"You too," Peter agreed. "I'll see you later."