A Picture Can Speak a Thousand Words (Peterick)

Confusion

"Pete! Eyes on the God-damned road!" I practically screeched, digging my nails into my thighs anxiously. Yes, Pete was a good driver, but only when he was actually looking at what he was doing. He swerved the car from left to right and I turned to him in annoyance and panic. The bastard was smirking. I crossed my arms and huffed, turning away from him and looking out of the window for the rest of the journey. I pretended I didn't hear him laughing to himself.

We stopped abruptly, two houses down from mine, the engine turning off and the lights going out. I more sensed Pete turn to me than heard him. I didn't move. And I definitely didn't move when I felt him lean over and kiss the edge of my mouth. He quickly gave up, or thats what I thought before he was crawling onto my lap in the car and giggling. I rolled my eyes and grasped his hips to keep him from falling through the window or something, since he was good at that stuff.

He quickly planted his lips on mine, wasting no time in placing his hands gently on the sides of my face, kissing me gently. I melted against him, pulling his body closer to mine in the very confined space. This was good, more than good. I felt my face heat up as Pete's hands explored my body.

His hands left me way to soon and I shamelessly whined. It was a perfect moment that I, of course, didn't want to end. I glanced at the clock on the dashboard, my heart sinking in my chest. 10:02. We'd been making out for twenty minutes. Time really does go by when you're having fun.

Pete seemed to feel me go tense and followed my gaze, muttering a curse under his breath. He turned back to me and smiled sadly. I returned the expression, opening the car door to let us both out.

I let Pete get out first, watching him with amusement as he clambered out clumsily. He's so adorable when he seems drunk. I vowed then and there to one day get him wasted. He quickly regained his posture and smiled warmly at me, extending his arm out to me. I grinned and took it, practically running into his arms. My heart warmed as I heard Pete's soft chuckles in my ear.

"Time to get you inside, sugar plum. And no, not inside me, that's my job for you." I could sense him grinning. Ha ha, very funny.

I cringed at his terrible joke. "Just take me home, I'm cold now," I exaggerated. I was instantly being led up to my house by Pete's (warm, I must add) hand. He skipped slightly in front of me, humming a familiar tune I'd heard on the radio recently. In no time we were at my front door, Pete stood in front of me under the dim light of my porch. How cliche. Pete stared intently at me before leaning in and pressing his lips to mine softly.

"I really like you, Pattycakes," he whispered against my lips.

"I really like you too, Peter-Panda." I grinned, pressing our foreheads together as we hugged. The porch lights suddenly flickered on and off, making me groan and reluctantly step away from Pete, who was blushing slightly. I awkwardly waved as I reached for the door, Pete grinning and doing the same as he started to walk back onto the street. I turned around and entered my house, closing the door behind me and turning to my smug looking mother who was situated in her cosy chair.

"You're lucky I like Peter, or you'd be getting one of those punishment things." She chucked at me, gesturing to the clock on the mantelpiece. I feebly smiled at her and made my way to the stairs, running up them two at a time. I ran straight to my bedroom window and looked out to see Pete a bit down the street outside his car, stood still. Why was he still there? I opened my window, ready to ask him that exact question before I heard him, obviously on the phone. My heart sank all the way to the floor when I heard what he was saying.

"Yeah, sorry I couldn't come over today babe. My plans got totally changed and I was busy with work. You know, the usual."