Red Chevrolet

Never Enough Lyrics

"Lips so good I forget my name
I swear I could give you everything..."

The door closed behind Pepperwhit and the look I was being given was one for the paparazzi. It wasn't just confusion, but also exhaustion and something that looked like he regretted taking me here.

I had built a castle out of the couch cushions and after it was built, I just left it there. In the middle of the condo living room. After building my castle, I realized I didn't really want to be a ruler of a kingdom. So I sat on the kitchen counter, eating PB&J and listening to a new genre of music on Pandora. The song that was currently playing was one by One Direction. It was a good song, but it wasn't the type of music I could listen to every day.

"What's going on?" Pepperwhit asked, closing the door softly behind him. I shrugged and held up my sandwich, "I'm not sure. Want lunch?" I motioned to the second PB&J sandwich that was on the counter top beside the sink.

Pepperwhit dropped his heavy bag of hockey stuff (making a loud thump) and then made his way over and snatched up the sandwich.

The song was ending and I did the simple thing of turning off the whole device. Leaving Pepperwhit and I in silence. He made his way over and hopped onto the counter top beside me before taking a huge bite of sandwich.

"So," I began, "how was it?"

Pepperwhit continued chewing and then said, "I was very rusty. I had no clue how much I missed hockey. And I nearly broke someone's arm." He said simply and then continued eating.

I nodded and then took a bite of my own sandwich. I didn't know what else to say. I didn't feel like it was necessary to say "how did you almost break his arm?" because that was a typical question to ask. Just like how "Hazel, why is there a couch kingdom?" is a typical question. When I thought about us not asking these things, I realized that it made sense to keep it a mystery. Making a couch kingdom made sense in the eyes of Hazel, so Pepperwhit didn't question it. And vise versa.

"Wanna go swimming?" Asked Pepperwhit.

I looked over at him. Sure you could go swimming. You brought a swimming suit, you can swim the length of a lake back home. You aren't a bad swimmer. It gives you something to do. Why not?

"I don't see why not." I replied with a small grin. "Can we keep my kingdom up?" I asked, jokingly.

Pepperwhit grinned, "I don't see why not, haha!" He repeated as he hopped off the counter top, collected his belongings from the entry way and then closed himself in his room. I jumped off the counter and walked to the master room.

I closed the door behind me and then dug in my duffle for my suit. No, it wasn't a bikini. Why would I wear that? A bikini isn't Hazel Maeve Reddish at all. So I brought a tankini. Simple. Cute. Easy.

I changed quickly, grabbed a towel from under the sink, pulled basket ball shorts over my bottoms and then headed out to meet Pepperwhit.

He was waiting on a bar stool, swirling on it like a little kid.

"Hey!" I said loudly, gently shoving his shoulder. He nearly fell off and recovered by grabbing the counter quickly. "Thanks for almost killing me." He grumbled playfully. I laughed and then snatched his key card off the counter, "let's go!"

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Meeting strangers in a pool is weird. I don't like it. Well, I lied, I don't like it when they're ten years old and trying to hit on my newest friend. There were two young girls who tried talking to Pepperwhit, but as of right now he belongs to me. Not anyone else. Jeez.

So I told them off. Something about how they were far too young and immature to even think about getting anything from Pepperwhit and how if they didn't leave us alone then I would report them to the receptionists and they could handle them and the managers.

It got them to back off, that's for sure.

"Well that was horrifying." He muttered once I had gotten them to leave. And by leave I mean like, they left the pool area without another word. Power is great.

I chuckled, "don't worry Pepperwhit, I'll take care of you." He chuckled as well and shook his head as we made our way to the hot tub.

Hot tubs are nice. They're warm and cozy and also hot and deadly. When entering a hot tub after being in a fairly cold pool, it is smart not to do what Pepperwhit does and that's hop right in from the side and soak your whole body in scorching water. However, it is wise to follow what I do and that's simply take time lowering yourself in step by step. Literally.

"Are you trying to kill yourself?" I said, shocked at how quickly he entered the hot tub.

Pepperwhit shrugged and sat down on the bench in the warm water, not even phased by the temperature.

I stared at him in utter shock, jaw-dropped and eyebrows scrunched together and confusion tracing every part of my face. "I don't understand. How is it that you aren't dead?" I asked plain and simple, moving from one step to the next.

He shrugged again. "Well, my cousins and I used to have competitions. 'Who can get in the hot tub the fastest' and soon enough I ended up immune and now I just jump on it." Pepperwhit grinned and tossed in a playful wink as well.

I shook my head. "That's insane."

"Not as insane as you asking me to drive you here." He retorted.

I looked away for a moment and then returned my gaze to his, "that's different." I said.

"Whatever you say Hazel. Whatever. You. Say." He smirked and I didn't know what he was doing. This was Pepperwhit being the Pepperwhit who talks to Maggie in class and tries to flirt with her. Right? That's what he was trying to do, right? Maybe he was trying a new approach at learning about who I am and all my secrets. He would end up knowing who I was eventually, maybe this was his method.

It wasn't going to work. I wouldn't let it.

I squinted my eyes at him and made a little angry face. "Are you ready to go back?"

Confusion crossed his eyes. "What?"

"Okay then you need to stop. If you want to know about me you need to ask questions, not try to get into flirting. It won't work." Plain. Simple. Blunt.

Pepperwhit looked taken aback. "Oh, okay I guess." He mumbled, still confused. Which is fine by the way. He can be confused all he wants.

"So ask away!" I said, getting into the hot tub all the way now.

"Uh. Can I ask later? I need time to think."

"If you must."

"Thanks Reddish."

"Anytime Pepperwhit."