(Take me to my) Safe Place.

IV

"What?!"

I rolled my eyes. I was getting tired of this. "Do I have to repeat myself, Peter?" I spat.

"I- Violet, I,"

"You heard me. Stop being so stupid and let me just be done talking!"

"I'm sorry. It's just that, y'know, the whole 'You break my flask I break your face' thing is 9 kinds of fûcked up."

I'm still feeling snarky. But instead of snapping again I try to soften my tone- to no avail. "Well, have you met Marshall?" I shiver and squirm in my seat a bit at the sound of the vile name rolling off my tongue.

Pete chuckles, his eyes squinting a bit.

"Don't worry, Cathper, that name will never thet foot- or, letter in thith houth." He says with the bread from the peanut butter and jelly sandwich still clinging to the roof of his mouth.

I smile. I didn't know what to say so I just hug him, he of course hugs back, but not without letting out a small, "eugh."

"Shut it, Wentz!" I say pulling pack. I'm giggling and I lightly punch him in the arm. "But thanks."

*teaser because I suck