InsaneJournal

Peter hated being inside. He couldn't stay in the mansion with Molly for more than a few hours without feeling an overwhelming need to get out from between the four walls. And he kept being chased away from the park ever since they'd found his homemade treehouse. Right now he was strolling down a road with very little idea where he was going, and in all honesty that fact didn't really bother him. It was more exciting when you didn't know where you were going, and this place was so boring anything was a bonus. He didn't think he'd ever been anywhere so dull and stuffed full of really thick adults. People just moaned all the time, about stuff that really didn't matter.

Peter was just kicking a loose pebble along the pavement when he noticed something. A light on, and a window ever so slightly ajar. The fair-haired boy hesitated, then his natural curiousity overtook him and Peter pushed expertly off the earth. He flew quickly through the freezing December air, his cheeks flushing with the cold, and landed a moment later on his toes on the ledge just outside the window frame.

Balanced like an acrobat, Peter peered in through the pane of glass, looking for any sign of life in the room. It appeared to be empty, and he really should have gone, but before Peter knew it he was using nimble fingers to ease the window open properly and slipping inside. He just wanted to look, was all...