Mia Strong // Wendy Darling (beyourmother) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-03-12 01:49:00 |
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Who: Mia Strong
What: Mia must finally face some facts about her behavior and feelings.
When: Saturday, March 12 at 2 in the morning
Where: Mia's apartment in Florida
It had been a little more then two weeks since Mia had seen or heard from Jamie. Two weeks without Jamie pushing himself in her space and her life. Two weeks without him doing something that made Mia want to take a blunt object and bash it on his skull until his brain turned into a smoothie mix. Two weeks of absolute peace and quiet. It was everything she'd wanted.
And she hated it.
At first, when she'd showed up to work and Jamie was no where to be found, it had been a refreshing relief. When she'd asked him for some space to just get things sorted out, she'd only meant that she wanted him to stop pestering her every second of the day and maybe let her work with another Peter and Hatter for a while. So to find that he was out of the picture entirely had been amazing. She didn't lose her temper once during those first couple of days, and she'd even managed to keep from snapping at Lance for some stupid thing he'd said.
But the days turned into a week, and Mia found herself beginning to worry. This wasn't like Jamie at all. Shouldn't he have been back to annoy her already? Not that she wanted him to come back, of course. She was still entirely too confused over his confession about 'getting it.' About understanding how there was so, so much more between Peter and Wendy then just the relationship of mother and son and how Wendy had always longed for more between them. And how he didn't want to mess up again. For far longer then she should have, Mia found herself staring at that conversation they'd had on Lilith's- Hook's journal. The more time she spent looking at it, the less and less she looked at Jamie's words, and the more she looked at her own. At the time she'd been angry, upset, confused. Every word that she'd typed had felt righteous and justified. But now? Looking at it now, she could only hear all those taunts that had always been whispered behind her back. Cold. Distant. Bitch Queen. Selfish snob. Thinks she's so much better then everyone else. Heartless. Mia would be one of the first to admit she could be a bitch, but that had all seemed so much more then that. She'd been cruel to Jamie- far crueler then he deserved. Yes, she still thought her fury had been justified, but she'd taken it too far.
And that got her to thinking: why did she hate Jamie so much? She knew she'd loathed the boy since the day they'd met, but she couldn't honestly remember why she felt such an immediate urge to despise him. There were plenty of people Mia disliked, but it had taken time for her to get to that point. But not Jamie. Stupid, annoying, infuriating Jamie with his stupid cocky grins and devil-may-care attitude who acted like the whole world should love him. And worse- so many people did, which just made Mia crazy. Why couldn't they realize that he wasn't as wonderful as everyone seemed to think he was? He was just an annoyance- especially to her. Why couldn't anyone else see that?
And worst of all- why did she miss that? Why was she missing arguing with him and running away when he tried to drag her to Splash Mountain or into one of the sections of the park they weren't supposed to be going to while they were still in character? It was like something vital was missing from her life. The oddly zen-calm Mia that had appeared when Jamie vanished faded into someone twitchy and on edge. She snapped at everyone who annoyed her in the slightest, and it became increasingly difficult to keep from strangling some of the more irritating parents while she was at work. Even those on friendly terms with Mia started to avoid her as she went through the past week like a hurricane- tightly wound and leaving destruction in her wake. By the time Friday had rolled around, Mia had reached a breaking point.
To keep herself from thinking too hard on the thoughts that had been slowly forming in her head about Jamie and what all this missing him and his irritating self meant, she decided cleaned her apartment from top to bottom. She washed all the dishes, vacuumed every couch cushion, and reorganized her bedroom so thoroughly she could have won an award. It had taken her all afternoon and well into the wee hours of the morning, but damnit she would not let herself think those things. By occupying herself with other things, she could settle into a near meditative state and just not think about anything at all, least of all that. She was just doing the finishing touches on her room- her jewelry box could use some cleaning out. She snapped the top drawer out and froze, her eyes popping wide. In her frenzy, she'd forgotten just what was in that top drawer: Peter's kiss on a silver chain.
Should she shut it? Pretend she hadn't seen it, just go right back to cleaning? But no. She couldn't. Looking at it had been the needle that burst her bubble of energy that kept her from thinking. Carefully, she lifted the necklace out of the satin lined drawer and curled her fingers around it, lifting her fist and pressing it to her lips. She could feel the small hole from Tootles' arrow against her palm. 'But it saved your life! It could happen again!' She remembered him saying that much, at least. God damnit. Mia had always tried to push Jamie away, but he always resisted her attempts. Why? For a long time she'd thought it was because it was all some sort of game to Jamie. Something he did to amuse himself and pass the time. But maybe he really did want to get to know her. Maybe he really did like her, despite everything she'd ever said and done to him. It made no sense, but it was the only logical explanation she could think of. Even for a game, no one would have stuck around that long unless they really were masochists.
And now... Yes, she was still angry at his behavior. Angry that he thought everything between them could be so easy just because they were Peter and Wendy. Angry that he was so careless and sometimes treated her the way he did. But she still missed him and all those stupid things he said and did. She didn't understand why, but she did. She wanted him around, even that much had become clear to her at long last. Being cruel and pushing someone away wasn't the best way to keep someone you wanted in your life. And now, especially after that last thing she'd said to him... He might never want to talk to her again. God- he probably didn't. He'd been gone for two weeks. Maybe he was never coming back. Maybe he had forgotten her already, off on some adventure in Neverland. Maybe he'd finally had enough of her bitchy, self-absorbed behavior- Mia shook herself. Thinking that way wouldn't help things at all. Setting the necklace down on the dresser, she crossed to the window. It hadn't been open since the night Jamie had announced to her that he was Peter Pan.
There was no thought involved- she pushed back the latch and shoved the window up and open as wide as it could go. A warm breeze brushed through her hair and sent goosebumps up her arms and shoulders as she leaned out the window, breathing in the clear night air with a sense of relief. She didn't know what was going to happen now. She didn't know if Jamie would ever come back, but if he did... She'd talk to him. Apologize for the things she'd done and said. If they could actually be friends or anything more then that was still a mystery to her, but she wasn't sure she really wanted to hate him anymore. Mia had to at least try.
"Come on," she muttered to the sky, squinting at the stars that were peeking out of the dark at her. "Come on. The window's open. Where are you?"