Hey everybody! It's been a while since I've updated because I have tons of multi-chapter stories coming up and my life has been nothing but 'planning planning planning' and 'write write write', and I won't lie to you guys - despite my complaining, I've loved every minute of it! However, because these are such big ideas, it really takes me a while to find exactly the words I want, so it takes longer to update, and I'm branching out into some different genres which is a big step too for me! Look out for some more supernatural themed stories from me later! ;P Anyway, 'Peter' is an idea I've had for a while and I'm ready to really commit to it so I promise to update as quickly as I possibly can - if you guys like it that is! This first chapter is a sort of 'tidbit' to intruige you, and for those who are interested, the next chapter will be up soon and some answers will be given! ^^ As always, please read and review if you have the time! ^^

Charli xxx

Arthur Kirkland had always struggled to say 'no' to Alfred Jones. If he didn't, maybe his life would be different. He doubted he'd like it. Part of his curse had meant that somehow as a teenager he'd been persuaded to go on, and he quoted, "Just one date?" that soon turned into many more, despite its claim. Perhaps if he could say 'no' to Alfred once in a while, they wouldn't have ended up living together, or engaged, or married. Well, given the others, maybe that last one would be inevitable, but he could have at least had a say in whether Charlie Sheen attended. That man ruined many prized wedding shots that day. And Arthur still never found out how Alfred actually knew him.

But if he were able to ever say 'no' to his husband, Arthur Kirkland would never have met Peter, and he often believed that his life truly would have been better if he hadn't. But that was because he was bitter for the trouble caused, as deep down inside, Peter was among the most important people he'd ever met in his life. And if he hadn't have ever met him, he wouldn't have learnt many valuable lessons in his life, and Peter wouldn't have either. In truth, both of them needed one another - but neither of them would admit it, each as stubborn as the other.

With Alfred Jones, Arthur led a good life. In fact, he lived an amazing life. He was more thankful for it than he could ever put into words. He didn't really suppose that he believed in God or a higher power or anything of the sort, yet still every night as he fell asleep, he found himself thanking one, over and over in his brain. As he settled down into the sheets, feeling the warmth of Alfred's embrace surround him, and closing his eyes peacefully, he thanked the world for letting him crawl out of what started out as a terrible existence, and end up enjoying one so amazing.

Since what the pair referred to as his "escape", Arthur had graduated university with a doctorate and honours, and become a successful psychiatrist, offering therapy at an office with his own name above the door. He was never short of clients or praise, helping many people through their struggles, and maintaining a good relationship with every one of them. His marriage with Alfred was a happy one, with no arguments, exempting their occasional spelling battles or domestic disputes, in which both struggled to contain their laughter ("For once in your life Alfred, could you actually pick up the rubbish you pass on the floor?!" "Maybe the day your scones aren't burnt to a crisp?" "Oh shut up, you stupid git!"). Alfred was a PE teacher, working in a local secondary school, where he was adored by students and teachers alike. Both had a good work ethic, made good money, and lived comfortably in a flat in London. Some money would be put aside each year for two flights out to Washington, to stay with Alfred's parents, because while the man insisted he didn't miss them, Arthur felt like it would be wrong not to go, especially as they had accepted himself so readily into their family all those years ago.

Yes, Arthur had it made, and he knew it. His life was perfect. And then came Peter.

This phrase would often be used in the Jones-Kirkland household even many years after, to represent the coming of a storm in one's life, of something bad happening that no one can prevent. And that is the perfect way to start this story, for in this instance it had literal meaning.

And then came Peter… So our story begins.