(Take me to my) Safe Place.

III

"Mmmm... What?" I groan as I open my eyes. Was I sleeping? When did I fall asleep?

"I said, where here... and uh, might want to let your buddy here break free." Pete said between chuckles.

Break free? "What the-" I start under my breath only to cut myself off when I look up, to see an extremely bright red Patrick with wide eyes and a sheepish smile looking down at me. That's when I realize. My head resting on Patrick's thigh, cuddling his leg near his crotch and the other hand clutching his.

"Uh! S-sorry, Patrick! I-" I feel the heat travel to my cheaks.

"Heh- uh you're fine! Violet." He replies sweetly with that smile of his, still red and rubbing the back if his neck. "Let's go inside now."

"Yeah. Okay."

When we get inside, Pete's already waiting in the black bean bag with a snack-pack and a cream soda, smiling slyly.

"You done moanin' in the back of my wagon yet?" He says, chuckling.

"Shut it, Peter, and You look like a little kid. With your pudding and your little smile in that bean bag." I say trying to laugh while blushing.

"Uh, yeah Vi- do you want anything out of the fridge, or-" Patrick says changing the subject.

"Just a water please," I say smiling.

As he throws me my bottle I go over to sit in my spinny office chair. "Whee!" I yell childishly as I spin around.

"Violet." I hear Pete say seriously.

"Huh?"

"Come on." There was that look again.

"Heh, what?" I say trying to smile.

"Don't play stupid with me, Violet Mae. Start talking." Pete says sternly. He looks irritated.

I didn't want to play anymore. I roll my chair over to the bean bags where Patrick and Pete are sat.

Hot diggity dang it.