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Chapter 6: Part II - The Van

Soundtrack:

Never Have I Ever by Hot Chelle Rae (Peter/Lily)

Kill the Director by The Wombats (Peter)

When I emerge from the bathroom a few minutes later, I check my phone. Five minutes. I grab my wallet and keys, then head to the sidewalk.

I check my phone when I'm standing under the apartment's overhang, looking for Peter. He hasn't texted or called. Hopefully, he'll say something when he's here. I don't know what his car looks like.

It's raining, of course. The weather here is always dark and damp during the winter. I sigh and huddle further into my hoodie.

A white van pulls up next to the curb in front of me. I side eye the van, wondering if I should wait inside the apartment lobby until Peter gets here.

I hear the door open and close. My shoulders tense as footsteps approach me. This prick better not—

"Hey there, stranger. You didn't have to wait outside for me."

It's Peter. Because of course it is. Of course, he'd have a creepy white van.

He looks happy to see me, a big, friendly smile on his face.

I give him a sardonic grin and look between him and the white van. "Aw, did you get a creepy white van just for me? You shouldn't have."

Peter pauses, then looks back at his van. There's duct tape keeping the front fender on. Jesus Christ.

I laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. Peter whips his head back to me and smiles, embarrassed. He rubs the back of his head.

"I uh...don't know how to maintenance cars very well. The inside's pretty clean, though."

I shake my head, still smiling. "That much is clear. You're lucky I'm not afraid of you."

Peter blushes lightly. "What's so funny about it? I think it's a pretty average car."

I snicker. "The irony of the situation is just poetic to me." I walk to the van. Peter walks ahead of me to open my door for me.

I pause as he holds the door and waits for me to enter the car. Didn't know chivalry still existed in such potent amounts. I thought guys holding doors open happened in dollar romance novels written by lonely housewives or something.

"Oh. I get it." Peter's face flushes to a shade of red. "This van was just cheap. I don't even use it for anything."

I get in the car and look in the back. It's empty, no back seats or storage compartments. Just carpeting. Peter walks around to get into the driver's seat.

"I'll bet it was cheap. Look at this thing!" I chuckle again. "It looks like a serial killer's van."

Peter sweats a bit. "I made a financially sound decision! Besides, it's great for carrying groceries."

I laugh harder and cover my mouth with my hands. "My god, Peter."

"What?!" He's slightly distracted as he checks for traffic before pulling onto the street.

"This entire situation is just...hilarious and ridiculous at the same time."

Peter glances at me, reading my expression. Then he smiles, knowing that I'm just joking around.

"Yeah, I guess it is."

I snicker again. "This looks like an optimal van to kidnap women in. Then take them home to show them your Star Wars figurines."