I woke up, and grabbed my phone to see what time it was. It was 10:38 a.m.
I realized I wasn't on my bed then remembered last night with Sky. I sat up and looked over to her, she was still sleeping, and I didn't want to wake her. I got up, got dressed and wrote a note for Sky:
"Hey, I didn't wanna wake you up, so I left this note for you. I'll be at work, see you there."
Love, Peter.
I started to think, I didn't want to be that guy that just leaves, so I trashed the note and sat on the edge of the bed checking my phone.
"Hey Peter," Sky said.
"Morning," I said, turning to look at her.
"How did you sleep?" She asked.
"Perfectly fine if you did." I replied.
"Aw, well I slept just fine."
"Great." I leaned over and kissed her.
"You want some breakfast?"
"Yeah but don't we have work?"
"Screw work, those damn kids can wait. All that matter to me right now is you and only you." She said giving me a kiss.
"You too baby," I said, returning a kiss.
She got up and we went to the kitchen.
"Anything you want?" She asked.
"I'll take anything, I'm just hungry." I said.
"I hear you there," she said, grabbing some eggs from the fridge, and a frying pan from the cabinet. I sat down on a stool while she cooked the eggs. I sat there thinking about the decision I had made last night, and I had no regrets. I chose to live a life with her by making that move last night.
"You seem like your overthinking things over there," Sky said.
"I guess you can say that," I replied.
"Whatcha thinking about?"
"Ah, I'm was just think about the future."
"I better have been there."
"Heh, you bet you were there all right."
"Good, Peter I know we're rushing things but what's the harm now. I want to have a family with you." She said.
"Me too, I want that too." I replied.
"Of course it'll take time, but I love you."
"I love you too."
We finished talking, ate, then I headed out taking my truck around town. Everyday I always drove my truck around town by myself so I could think. Of course at the time 90% of the time was thinking about Sky. I mean, you really can't blame me. Of course we'll have to wait because she's still 17, almost 18, but still 17. I'm already 18, I love her, but like said, it'll have to wait.
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The Guilt In Ourselves
FanfictionThis is the long story of a man named Peter Gatsby, born March 4th, 1978. He was the son of a famous serial killer known for the murders at Freddy Fazbears. This is his long, and difficult journey.