Riley

Chapter 55

Riley POV
Tears start to form in my eyes as I take in what he's said.

"Riley..." He says with his voice barely above a pained whisper.

I can't look him in the eyes right now. I move to the side and turn over facing him and put my face in his shirt and cry.

He rubs my back telling me how he will always be there for me and never leave. My eyes grow more and more tired with every shed tear. I can barely stay awake now, but I still cling to Peters very wet tear stained shirt.

"Riley. Darling I know that it hurts now. I know that it hurts." I think it's granddads voice but I'm too tired to move. "But while I'm here we will try to enjoy ourselves. " While he's here for his las two months I'll be injured for one. There's no way I can enjoy myself. "And when I'm gone. " He sniffles. "My darling I'll always be watching over you. "

Then I'm lost in my sleep.
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Peter POV
She lies on my chest with her face still into my shirt as she clings on for dear life. Her granddad came down and spoke to her. But I'm not sure if she heard it or not.

Riley's had it really rough recently, one thing after another. She deserves something special. In the morning I will have to do something for her, doesn't matter if I'm injured.

Her mom and Damon walks in and closes the door gently.

"Can I see the keys." I ask Lorraine.

"Sure. Are you going somewhere right now though. Honey it's late." She looks at Riley. "Why is she sleep like that?"

"She knows." I say simply

Damon looks at her in confusion and she just gives him a side glance and turns the attention back to me.

"She knows. " She mouths at me. "About the cancer. " She finishes

I nod and she looks down sadly.

"Here are the keys. " She tosses them to me without warning and grabs Damon's hand and heads up the stairs.

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Peter POV
I wake before Riley does and I gently push her off of me. She stirs but she doesn't wake. The TV was on channel eight all night and the news in on since it's the morning.

It's 9 am. I hobble up the stairs quickly and take a quick shower. Riley and I are going on a date today.

Once in the car I drive to a clothing store to find a nice white button down shirt and a dress for Riley.

"Hello how may I help you today. " I short brunette with extremely pale skin saunters my way.

I try not to grimace at her when she perks her boobs up in her already to low cut and very short dress.

"I don't need help. " I mumble walking away from her to find the white button downs.

I needed help. But not from her. I find a rack with with the white button downs towards the back. I notice a few girls starring at me as I walk. There male companions scowling at me.

I pay it no mind and grab a white button down and hold it up for me to see. This looks like it might fit. I'll need a dressing room.

I turn to find Mrs.boobs but there's no need to look hard. She's already right near me, staring.

"Where are you coming from?" She asks and bats her eye lashes at me. Are they fake! She definitely has on false lashes.

"My girlfriends house." I say loud enough for her to here me, accentuating the girlfriend part.

"I bet she isn't as pretty as I am. " She tosses a lock of her brown hair over her shoulders.

Did she just insult Riley? My girlfriend is the most gorgeous girl I'll ever lay eyes on. I grimace at her and scowl. But it doesn't affect her as she bats her eye lashes.

"You can't even begin to imagine how good looking my girlfriend is. She's hotter than you'll ever be and has a heart made of solid gold. And her eye lashes are actually real. Now do you have a dress room key. "

She tilts her head to the side and gives me and icy smile revealing white teeth.

"Sure I'll get that for you. " She flips her hair as she walks back towards he front and I follow behind her.

She doesn't say anything to me as she opens door three and let's me inside. I smile as politely as I can manage at her.

I take my shirt off and try on the button down. It's a little tight due to my muscles, but it's something that Riley will like.

I take it off and begin to put it back on the hanger.

"So what does your girlfriend look like?" I hear her voice on the other side of the door.

I thought I was rid of her! I throw the shirt and hanger on the ground in anger.

"Are you going to answer me?" She asks sweetly

"Don't you have other customers?" I ask with as much mimic in her high pitch voice I can manage.

"Yea but they're not as hot as you. They don't need help. "

"I don't either!" I say picking up the shirt and hanging it up.

"What does she look like?"

"Hotter than you!!" I almost yell. She is such an pertinacious woman.

"I'll be the judge as soon as you describe her."

I pull my shirt over my head and exit the room. Very exasperated with my life and this girl. I swing open the door hoping that is hit her with it.

"Quit talking to me." I say with as much malice as I can get out.

"What does she look like." She puts her hand on her hip and tilts her head. I sigh and run my hands though my hair in irritation.

"She has this curly hair that falls down so long." I start. "It's all hers and natural" I let my hands fall to my side. " Her eyes are hazel brown and green. Her smile is brighter than your. Brighter than any star. Her body is so perfect. Flat stomach with light abs and very well muscled thighs." I look at her. "She could kick your ass. " I smirk and she stairs unfazed. "And her butt. It's so perfect. She squats. Her skin is so smooth and brown I love it. "

"Wait."she hold up her hand. "She's black?" She asks in disbelief.

I squint my eyes at her. "Yes. She is."

"Why?" She asks grimacing.

"I. am. going to smack you. Go find me some nice black pants."

Her face falls "I'm no racist or any thing but I just imagined you with some hot blonde or brunette. " She wiggles her eye brows.

I've had it with her. I hobble towards her and put my hand in her face. "You." I motion towards her and her body. "Are not hot!"

"Now go find me some nice black pants." I add. She saunters away again. Strutting as if something is stuck up there.

I leave from the area with the shirt in one hand and the key in another. I have to find my beautiful girlfriend a beautiful dress for our date.
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Authors note
Hi guys :), the story is coming to an ending pretty soon I think. Then I'll probably write another story.
Thank you all for reading my story if you actually keep up and read it. It means a lot just that you all would take the time and day to read it.