In An Instant

Meeting Him

A/N:
You probably have a lot of questions right now and one of them aren't: Who's P.O.V is it? If there isn't a note about it, then it's Riley's. 😊 Kbye! ___________ !*insert weird catch phrase thing here*
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When I walked in his trailer, I gasped. Even better than my dad's. Oh wait... A sad expression thundered over my face and my smile faded. Peter noticed and said
"What's wrong?" I sniffled.
"N-nothing." You know those awkward moments when you say your thoughts or what you are going to txt someone out loud? Well that happened to me.
"By the way, you're hot." I didn't even want to say that, the words just came tumbling out. Fudge. Sheet. Fudge. Sheet. I thought. He just smiled.
"Be right back," I muttered. I went to the kitchen to find a really hard corner of the wall and started banging my head against it. Idiot. Stupid. Idiot. I kept repeating in my head as I continuously began to bang my head. I heard him snicker and then clamp his mouth shut. I turned around and made my way back to where he was standing.
"You know, you're cute when you're mad." I blushed madly and remained quiet, waiting for him to talk.
"I'll show you your room." he said and picked up all of my bags and led me to the stairs. There were three doors that were in the tight hallway. He led me into the last one, leaving me wondering what was behind the others. I stepped in and looked around. Simple, cozy, and convenient. I turned around and smiled at him. He set my bags down on the bed and awkwardly leaned against the doorway.
"I can help you unpack, if you'd like." He said jamming the top of his shoe into the floor. I eagerly nodded, wanting him to stay longer.
----------------15 minutes later...----------------
I placed in the last top and tiredly plopped onto the bed. Peter did too. In the last fifteen minutes, we got to know each other. His dad passed away when he was five. His mom is a fashion designer (when he mentioned that, I was stoked). I told him that I have one younger sister, Brook who was the complete opposite of me. She was popular but not smart, she was pretty. She had a boyfriend. She talked a lot... just another one of those bratty rich girls who take advantage of their money. After we got as much information for each other as possible, there was a awkward silence.
"So, um...there's a party tonight..." he said breaking the silence. "... there's one every two months...it's at five... and...this is probably a good time to meet everyone and stuff..." I thought about it.
"Sure." I answered. He jumped up.
"Ok! Meet you downstairs in three hours!" He raced out and I heard him go down the stairs. I giggled.
1. He was really cute when he was excited.
2. It was funny how he said he'll meet me downstairs instead of "Pick you up at five."
A/N Helllooooooo! Me again 😊. So sorry if this was short or whatever, I had to _________. Kbbbyyyeeee 😊