I Just Want To Be Normal

Peter walked over to Isabels room and knocked on the doorframe. "Hey. I feel like I haven't talked to anyone in a week. I need to change that."

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"Hmmm?" Isabel said, mildly distracted by the pretty on the screen. Hitting the pause button, she looked up. "Oh! Hi Peter!"

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"Hey. Spooky Things?" Peter asked. "I haven't managed to get into the show. Possibly because I'm not into guys."

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"I like the spooky stuff, it's better then watching anything alien themed," she explained. "That's too much like real life."

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"That's understandable. Kind of like how I avoid things with superheroes," Peter said. "No, wait, I don't. But that's because I'm a geek."

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"And there's nothing wrong with that," Isabel pointed out. "So what has had you so busy you haven't talked to anyone?"

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"I don't know," Peter said. "It's just one of those weeks where I never really found my way out of my room. It's weird how that happens sometimes."

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"Yeah, weird," she nodded, wishing she could have been so lucky. "But I suppose it could have been worse, at least it was by your choice. You could have been held hostage by gremlins."

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"Weetiny animals could have glued my eyes shut," Peter said. "Actually, that would be creepy."

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"That would be very creepy. And now I'll never be able to think about the weetiny bunnies again without picturing them with crazy glue." Isabel pouted, "You've ruined it."

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"I can think of several ways to make it worse, but I won't," Peter said. "I'm nice like that."

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"I appreciate your niceness," she laughed. "It's one of the things I like about you."

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"It's one of the things I like about me, too. That and the humility. I'm so humble, it's awesome," Peter joked.

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"Incredibly humble. Self-effacing as well," Isabel nodded.

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"You know, I'm so special that I make Hermione from the other weekend look plain," Peter said. "Enough about me, though."

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"Oh? I didn't run into Hermione. Who did she think she was?"

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"Herself, only sooper awesome oh em gee," Peter said. "Not her words. She slurred a lot of her words."

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"Oh my god, she must have come from the same place as Cedric Diggory!" Isabel chuckled. "There was this random breeze...It was bizarre."

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"Their England seems to be a wacky place," Peter laughed.

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"Apparently it has it's moments. But I have to admit, I like our Cedric much better then the one that was here that weekend. He was an obnoxious twit." She shook her head and snickered, "Of course that didn't stop Lonnie."

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"Lonnie's a big skank, isn't she?" Peter asked.

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Isabel nodded and snickered. "Oh my god yes..."

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"You see, that's why I'm glad I don't have an evil twin. Getting somebody that confident with those powers and no sense of responsibility?" Peter said. "AND no sense of humor. That would be the worst part, I swear."

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"Oh no, she definitely had a sense of humor, it was just twisted. Speaking of senses of humor, did you hear about the Revolution in Aly's class the other day?" she asked. "Jamie was being insane."

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"Is Jamie ever sane?" Peter asked.

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"This is true," Isabel agreed. "But he wound up staging a revolution in our revolutions' class. There was shirtless and boykissy. It was highly entertaining."

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"Did he repeat 'Number 9' over and over?" Peter asked.

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"No, but there was singing."

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"He probably learned it from a gang," Peter said, shaking his head. Before he would have to explain that, Peter smiled and said, "I should probably get going. I have socialized and now I can head back. Have a good night."

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Isabel gestured toward the laptop. "The boys and I plan on it. Thanks for stopping by!"

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A slightly woozy and less-than-solid Greg made his way upstairs and stuck his head in the door. "Hey."

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"The hell?" Isabel asked, immediately getting to her feet. "What happened?"

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"There were thingies," he said helpfully, attempting to lean against the wall and phasing through it. He frowned and moved so he wasn't touching anything.

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"Thingies? And we're not talking Sam and Cedric shaped thingies? Where? When?" Tentatively, she reached out a hand to him.

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"Little black things," he said sleepily as her hand passed through him. "I'm really cold."

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"What can I do? Besides calling everyone I know that might possibly have a clue about this that is?" Isabel asked, already glancing about for her phone. "Do you want a blanket? Some tea?"

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"I kinda just want to lie down. I don't think blankets'll...stick," he said feebly. "Floors are good so far."

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"Want to try the bed first? It's comfier," she pointed out. "The floor should be the last resort."

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Greg nodded and stumbled towards the bed.

He concentrated and managed to keep from going through the bed.

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As pleased as she possibly could be given the circumstances, Isabel reached for a blanket. "Okay, that's a start. Let's see how the blankets work." Using her powers, she heated up the blanket so that it felt like it had just come out of a warm dryer and tried to drape it over him.

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He was concentrating, so he stayed solid enough for the blanket not to go through him. "Thanks," he said shakily. "I don't know what's happening."

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"Something weird I'm sure," Isabel said quietly as she carefully sat down next to him. "But we've dealt with weird before. We'll deal with this. Want me to lay down with you? Body heat and all that?"

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"I think I can touch you as long as I'm focusing," he said, nodding.

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"Good. Then focus on this." She leaned down and gave him a gentle kiss.

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He was too tired to really do much of anything, but he concentrated his energy on returning the kiss. "I don't want to stay like this," he mumbled unhappily.

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"You won't," Isabel promised, stretching out next to him. "We'll figure it out. Why don't you go to sleep? I'll stay right here."

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