Rock on

Chapter 31

Lapis' POV:

We walked up the rocky path that led towards the back of the house. The walk back with Peridot was silent, yet comforting. Though just thinking back at the... kiss we had shared on the broken-down tractor made my face heat up immediately. I then slowly felt a finger trying to slide across mine. I took a quick glance at Peridot, who was trying to avoid eye contact desperately. I tilted my head and my eyes softened. I looked down at both our hands and intertwined them together. I felt Peridot flinch at the sudden action, but later calmed down and proceeded to gently squeeze my hand lovingly. "So, what does this make us now? I mean, this is everything I had ever wanted with Peridot. But does that make us girlfriends? She didn't really ask me to be her girlfriend, or was that just her way of asking? Agh!" I thought to myself. All this questioning was giving me a headache.

Before I had time to keep on overthinking to myself, we had reached the top of the hill, standing in front of the glass sliding door. I wasn't sure what would happen next. What would I tell Tiffany? Not that I had to explain to Tiffany why I ran off. I felt another gentle squeeze coming from Peridot. I then quickly shifted my vision towards Peridot's concerned eyes. Her expression showed her own worry, but it showed that she would support me through and through. I smiled to myself, feeling a little blush appearing across the bridge of my nose. I sighed heavily before unlocking the sliding door from the outside and letting ourselves in. I carefully took my steps into the house. I didn't feel welcome anymore.

"Where's Tiffany?" I asked with a raised brow, not even daring to call her my mother anymore. I knew it was a little unfair of me, but I didn't feel like being apologetic about it at the moment. Me and Peridot shared a confused glance, deciding to head towards the front door. The door was wide open, and sirens were heard from outside, followed by flashing red and blue lights. "She called the cops?" I said with an unimpressed gasp of surprise. "Eh- That would have been my idea..." Peridot said softly as her head sank into her neck, looking downward. I looked at her for a second. I gave a low sigh as I rolled my eyes. I then let go of Peridot's hand and walked towards the door, ready for whatever catastrophe would appear outside. I would admit, it does mean something to me that Peridot had called the cops in search of me. It meant she really did care. I walked outside, with Peridot not far behind me. There stood Tiffany, talking to one of the officers in front of the police car. Tiffany looked very distressed, with her nails in her mouth, biting in stress.

I braced myself and walked down the front stairs towards the police. Not long after, my mother's eyes darted towards me. Immediately, she walked towards me and embraced me with her arms, but I wasn't having any of that. As my mom tried to leap forward, I shifted to the side, showing that I was uninterested in her relief. "Oh my Lapis! I'm so glad you're safe, my sweetheart," Tiffany said, immediately changing direction towards me, placing the bottom of her palms on my cheeks. At the corner of my eyes, I felt Peridot gritting her teeth; I was guessing she was getting a little defensive towards Tiffany. "Don't call me that," I said as I pulled away from her grasp. I could tell Tiffany was taken aback by my monotone yet stern voice. "Y-yes, yes, of course. Sorry," my mother said as she quickly backed away, holding her arm.

I studied her expressions for a second before walking over to the officer next to the car, holding his communication item. I guessing he was calling his little search party back because if my return. "Hello officer. Im very sorry for wasting your time." I said with a nervous smile, trying to sound as polite as possible. The officer glared at me taking off his sunglasses and looking me up and down slowly. At last, he gave a low huff. "No problem ma'am, just make sure you don't do it again kid." The cop said with a sly grin as he got into his vehicle. I frowned slightly as I held my arms and my chest unimpressed. The cop himself looked barley over 24. We were both in out twenties. He has no right to call me a kid. I huffed back sharply, but I sure wasn't looking for a fight with the cops right now, I had better problems to handle.