As we sat next to each other at the breakfast table, Peter would rub light circles into my hip causing me to shiver.
"So what I was thinking was going shopping and-"
"What about Cameron and Dylan?"
"We can-"
"No, Cameron so young yet!" Grandma countered with my Aunt.
"Fine, we'll take Dylan and then come back around Seven."
"What about Cameron? Who's going to watch her?"
"We will." Peter pipes in.
They all turn to him, even me in surprise.
"Really? I mean there's so much-"
"I've got it Mrs. Bell." He assured them.
"I'll be here to supervise." I add in.
"Alrighty then all set." Grandma smiles as she pulls her boots and coat on.
"Your sure?" My Aunt Questions me.
"Yes, go out and have fun!" I exclaim.
"Okay well we will be back around seven pm unless weather is bad. Just put Cameron to bed after dinner. Um, thanks you guys!"
She, My Uncle, and Dylan all get coats and shoes on before exiting the door.
"Bottles are in refrigerator, make sure to boil it in water!"
"Alright, See u Soon!" I yell as she shuts the door.
Turning on my heel I bump into Peter and feel his hand at my cheek. His white smile shining with his blonde hair. The strands coming a little thick and long.
"Alone Again, beautiful."
He leans down and I smirk in return. My hands push against his chest and Peter takes a step or two back.
"No, We have to take care of Cameron."
"What about me?" He pouts.
"Not until later."
"Later it is." Peter backs away and let's me pass.
"Now go in the living room and turn the TV on. I'll be back shortly."
He nods as he disappears down a hallway. I Continue down the path to Cameron's room. This will be interesting, I smirk as I continue.
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Deep Regression
RomanceDepression has become the Ultimate death sentence since 2007. Many have jumped off buildings, and slit their wrists. Finally the government has decided to take action, putting the ill away. Its 2015, and so much has changed. Bill of rights intact...
