Who knows where this road is supposed to lead
We got nothing but time
As long as you're right here next to me
Everything's gonna be alright
If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be
Baby, just let it be
Meant to be - Bebe Rexha ft. Florida Georgia Line
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Peter
I couldn't move even as I watched her run out of the kitchen. I could still taste the sweetness of her lips on mine and I clung to it as I tried to keep, what was clearly a dream, in my reality. Did she say...did I hear her right? Goddess, I miss her so much my fantasies are mixing into my reality. This girl is literally going to be the reason I get admitted into some insane asylum. I looked at the door slowly stopping in its swing. I stood up straight and I looked at the letter in my hand. If I'm not dreaming, this letter is meant for me. If I am, I can't imagine a crueler way to wake up than to read a confession dedicated to Mikey from the girl I love.
"Damn..." I grumbled as I pulled out the letter. I stood frozen as eyes read over the letter again and again as it couldn't process the line:
I am in love with you, Peter Stryker.
I am in love with you, Peter Stryker.
I am in love with you, Peter Stryker.
Mena loved me?
Questions and disbelief filled me as I wasn't quite sure what to think. When did this happen? How did this happen? I needed to know. I quickly went to follow after her, but as I stood behind her door and I raised my hand to knock, a realization hit me. What if this was all a ploy to get at Mikey? What if she's just using me to try to make him jealous? I listened to her heart rate behind the door before leaning my forehead against it. But then... the Mena I know would have never kissed me. And if she did, what would she gain? Kissing me when no one was around? Who'd get jealous then? Maybe, she's doing all this knowing I'd never help make Mikey jealous, so she's playing a part, so I could play along. But to sacrifice a...
My mind fell into the memory of her soft lips on mine, the tight grip she had on my shirt and the delicious taste of her mouth as her scent wrapped around me.
Ugh, I don't know what to believe.
* * *
Mena
He's been avoiding me all week. I've tried not to think about what that could signify and I also didn't want to rush him. Not that I thought the answer was going to be anything different than uninterested, but all I had left was hope. I brought two mugs up to attic.
"Here, move over," I said handing Mikey the hot chocolate out the window. He turned to look at me before grabbing the mugs. I climbed out the window and joined him out on the slanted roof. Neither of us said anything for a while. We stared up at the beautiful constellations in the sky. "I just knew you'd be up here."
"Everyone's excited about the Test of Strength tomorrow," Mikey blurted out as I took my mug back.
"You need to speak up," I frowned turning away from the sky to look at him. He looked pensively at his cup.
"I..."
"Mikey, tell them you don't want to do it," I frowned.
"I can't," Mikey frowned. "I can't disappoint him."
"You want me to tell him?" I asked, "I can tell him."
"I can't think of anything worse," he retorted. I shrugged before bringing my mug to my lips.
