Winny hadn't meant to stay at Peter's house for so long, but they had gotten so wrapped up into their project that she had ended up staying past six. When Winny noticed the time she almost screamed out of fear that her dad would be flipping out. So she called Beatrice and explained what had happened.

"Well, fine, what about dinner?" Beatrice asked.

"Hold on," -Winny put her hand over the phone- "Peter, do you mind if I stayed here for dinner? I mean if it's not too much trouble-"

"No, it's fine, Aunt May wouldn't mind some company, lemme just go call her," Peter got up to use to land line, Winny informing Beatrice what was happening the entire time as Peter talked to his aunt.

"She said that its last minute but she'll make do." Peter said hanging up the phone.

"So, she doesn't mind?"

"Not at all." Peter smiled. Winny smiled back and told Beatrice what was going on.

"Alright, well, I'll see ya later. If something happens please use protection- okay bye!" Beatrice said the last part hurriedly and Winny was blushing as she stared at her phone.

"Everything alright?" Peter asked, chuckling a little.

"What? Oh yeah. . . My step-mom is just a little crazy." Winny said, touching one of her cheeks and rubbing it a little to try to wipe off her blush if possible.

"What kind of crazy?" He smirked. Winny looked down, her hair falling in her face.

"Um. . . To, uh, use protection if anything happened." It was silent for a second before Peter started to laughing. Winny looked up, glad that he wasn't freaking out or anything, and started laughing with him.

"Wow, your step mom sure is eccentric." Peter smirked.

"You have no idea."

It was quiet for a while, the two didn't speak, the only things filling the air were the sounds of the clock ticking and the low hum of a clothes dryer. As the quiet continued, Winny realized that she was in the house of a stranger and barely knew Peter. She decided that she should get to know him.

"So, Peter, you have any siblings?" Winny asked.

"Nope," Peter answered, popping the 'p', "You?"

"Yeah, I have an older brother, Brian, he's, something different. I have a younger step-sibling, Rhett, he loves, Legos." Winny sat on the counter, sitting close to Peter.

"What's so different about your big brother?" Peter laughed a little as he spoke.

"Uh, remember earlier when you saw the whole, SteamPunk stuff? Yeah, those are for him, he wears them, regularly."

"So, he goes to conventions and stuff regularly?"

"No, by regularly I mean everyday. SteamPunk clothes are his everyday clothes." Winny admitted.

"Wow."

"Yeah, they're a pain to wash, lemme tell you that." Winny let out a dry laugh. Peter grinned.

"I bet. So, your parents are divorced?"

"Yeah, my brother and I live with my dad and step-mom."

"That doesn't usually happen."

"My mom used to be a heavy drinker, the court issued for us to stay with my dad. After we left, mom started to clean up her act, she's been sober ever since she met my step-dad which was six years ago. Rhett came along later the year after they got married. We've been a dysfunctional divorced family ever since." Winny finished her explanation.

"You've been through a lot huh?" Peter said.

"Not as much as you probably have, I mean, from what I've seen, and excuse me for being bold, you don't live with your parents."

"Well, I'm an orphan. My parents died when I was just a kid, and my Aunt May and Uncle Ben took me in. Uncle Ben died a couple years ago, Aunt May and I have been cruising along by ourselves for a while and doing fine."

Winny smiled.

"That's good."

Winny and Peter's faces were close, almost in kissing range. The door suddenly opened, scaring Winny into jumping off the counter and running into Peter. They were knocked back a little and Winny apologized.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Winny said. "The door scared me."

Peter laughed a little.

"Hey Peter, help me with the groceries please!" A woman called, who could only be Aunt May.

"Kay!" Peter went off to do as the woman ordered, Winny followed to help out too.