Take Me Away

Chapter Eighteen

His lips pull away from mine, and he looks from my lips to my eyes. "Will you come back with me? No cage, no games." He asks breathily, and I look up at those dark green eyes.

"Are you sure? I won't be a problem?" I question, unsure as if I even want to. I mean I want to, but not if he doesn't want me to.

"I'm sure. I want you to." He kisses my forehead, and I search his eyes. "Do you not want to?" He steps back suddenly unsure. "You don't have to come, I mean. I only need my boys anyways." He plays walks to the window, and fixes his hair to put on his silly hat.

"I didn't say I didn't want to. Just my last experiences weren't the greatest either."

Peter sighs, and then laughs. "Well, like I said. I'm no prize either, love. I'm not forcing you this time though."

"True, but you can change your mind. As you've done before." I stated, and shrugged while looking away. I didn't want to see his expression change again so easily.

"I'll work on it." Was all he said, and he sat on the window sill. Looking out at the streets. I didn't notice it much before, but he really was a lost boy. You can see it. You can just tell. He was truly lost. The definition of it in fact. Compared to him I must have merely wandered a little off the path. He created a whole new walkway to another whole new destination in the complete opposite way of anything else.

"Uhm?" He turns, and looks at me staring and deep in thought.

"I want to come." I said, almost stuttering.

Peters grin raced back to his face, and almost leaped back over to me. He plants a kiss on me, cupping my face. I hear a knock at the door, and step back from him. "I'll be right back. Stay here." I head downstairs, and open the door. Andrew again. "I just wanted to apologize for earlier. I assumed things. I didn't let you speak." I cut him off with my hand, and took a second to find the words. Why the hell was HE apologizing?

"Why are you apologizing to me? I'm the one who lied, and didn't mention anything. I mean he's not my boyfriend. I didn't lie about that, but he's not my friend either. I don't know what we are though. So, you don't have to apologize for me being confused." As if on cue. Peter walks down the stairs with no shirt on. Andrews eyes shift over to him then back to me.

"Well, I'm here when you figure it out. I'll leave you two to it." He waves, and I face palm. I shut the door and glare at Peter when I turn around.

"I told you to stay upstairs." I said, and walked past him. His hand grabs my arm and pulls me back.

"Erin, we're not doing this every time." He says, and his eyes scan me. I look back into those seductive, and dark, pleading eyes. "Erin. Work with me here."

"Show me something I can work with." I breathe.

"Well," he grins and I go to walk away, "okay! Okay, but that guy? No talking to him."

I laughed to myself, and walk up the stairs to my bed. "What's wrong with him?"

"He kissed you! Your lips and his lips actually like touched and stuff! I don't like him. He probably just wants sex." I scoff as he crosses his arms in the door frame. Unbelievable. Green kind of suits him though it's cute. Maybe that's why he always wears it. "No."

"What?"

"I'm not green!" He furrows his brows at me now in confusion and frustration. I can't help, but fall back on my bed and laugh out a belly kind of laugh at his cuteness.

"That's not what I mean by 'green'. It means jealous." I laugh and sit back up to look at him.

"I am NOT jealous either." He vanishes and appears in front of me squatting down. "I'm territorial of what's mine."

"Ohhh, that's what I am now? Yours? I don't recall you asking." I grin this time.

"Fine, Erin? Will you do me the pleasure of being mine?" He stands up and puts a hand out.

I blush, and stand up taking his hand. "Of course, Peter." He twirls me and I spin back into his arms. "I'd like that."

"And I like that you're giving me a shot, Miss. Stubborn." He grins, and I giggle. For a second the whole world felt right. I guess I haven't given him a real shot. Maybe neither of us gave each other one, but this could be a real start. I hope this works. I'm going to do everything that I can to make sure it does. I smile to myself, and he leans down to kiss me, holding my hip and hand at the same time. 

"We haven't even had our first date, mister." I pull back. "You better not think i'm that easy." It's my turn to grin now. 

"Well, where would you like to go exactly?" He asks, curious but still grinning.

"Pfft, well, not saying. You should know your 'girl' likes surprises." I giggle, and fidget with his hand in mine not breaking eye contact. 

"Well, there's one thing in common. I'll be back then." He let's go, and goes to walk passed me.

"Peter!" I turn and say shocked. "You're not actually going out like that are you?" I try to kindly remind him that he definitely doesn't dress like a normal teenager from this age.

"Uh, i'm gonna go with that you are definitely not going to let me out like this? Wanna dress me?" He grins again. I scoff, and go into my room. As awkward as it sounds my guy friends used to spend the night whenever my dad was out. They left a lot of clothes. I hand him a pair of pants that I thought would fit him, and a shirt randomly picked. 

"Uh, should I ask why you have guys clothes in your room? Or?" He looks a little uneasy, and weirded out. 

"Okay, no i'm not a slut. If that's what you're thinking." 

"I was definitely not, but that makes me a little bit relieved." He laughs, and I glare at him. 

"What were you thinking then?" I question, confused. 

"I thought you went through a phase." He laughs, and before he could run I throw a pillow at his face. "Hey! At least I didn't think that you were a slut!" He exclaims.