The Girl With The Pink Hair

9) Peter Ross Pt.2 (still Emileas POV)

I woke up to someone poking my left cheek. What the fuck?

I opened my eyes and glared at who ever was poking me.

"Well damn, if I knew I would get that glare I wouldn't have touched your rachet ass."

I recognized that voice anywhere.

I instantly shot up and tackled Peter in a bone crushing hug.

"Ahhh! I missed you do much Pete! I have soooo much to tell you!" I screached, resembling a fan girl on coke.

I reffled Peters dark purple hair that I made him get when I got mine dyed pink.

"Bitch! What the hell! My hair looked perfect before you messed it up!"

Peter reminds me on a teenage girl who's obsessed with herself.

"Sorry Emilea, but I need you and your friend to step into the hall while I give Johnathan his medicine and his food" nurse Natasha said walking into the room.

"No problem, oh and this is Johnathans boyfriend Peter. Pete this is J's nurse Natasha."

Peter smiled at her and we walked into the hall, sitting in the waiting chairs.

"Girl, did you see her nails? Manicure emergency, am I right?"

I laughed so hard at Peters comment that I almost rolled out of my chair.