Chapter 17: I wish I could kill you

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by _iishhh_

by _iishhh_

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Vanessa's POV
Theo, I wish, really wish I could strangle him to death. But yeah, I must also thank him, though maybe I could not get the best moments of my life with Peter.
"Yeah, well, better they gone," Peter broke through the silence between us. He tangled his fingers between mine, making me blush, and making my heart beat faster, and making my body feel different- and secure. Well, I seriously didn't know what to say. I always wanted this, now I felt weird. I mean I was happy though, but I really didn't know. Maybe it was new to me- all this relationship stuff. And maybe I would need time to adjust. I was being stupid. Yeah, I was.
"Vanessa..." Peter's voice flushed into my mind. Oh my heart thumped into my body, head, everywhere.
"Yeah...?" my voice croaked like a frog asking for food.
He looked into my eyes, and I felt lost. Maybe he was a few centimeters taller than me, but I didn't have to strain my neck to look at him. I wanted to hug him desperately. I wanted to feel the warmth of his body, hear his heart beat for me..
And Theo. He stood there behind Peter, with more than a handful of finger chips, popping out of his mouth. Holy pancakes. He looked as if he was an animal who ran away from the zoo. Starving stomach. Oh, how I wished I could kill him.
"What on earth.." I began.
He looked at me. Then at our hands which were tied into a knot. I tried to loosen my grip, but it seemed that Peter wanted our hands to stick on. I blushed. Theo again gave those fucking 'puppy eyes' look. Oh, how I wanted to smack this dog right onto his nose. Oh Theo, you are worse than looking at a pig eating its own shit.
Sarah smiled. Maybe she could read the other part of my mind, generating amazing suitable swear words for my lovely Theo. Oh Sarah.