Reality vs Imagination

Peter Being Nice?

I was doodling in my notebook when I heard a familiar voice. Standing at the front counter was a very angry Peter. He was wearing grey nike joggers, a white t shirt, black jean jacket, and black high top convers that were scuffed up like he's had them for a while. "What the hell do you mean you have no more pomegranates?! You're a smoothie cafe! You're supposed to have all this shit!" Argued Peter.

I've had a crush on him sense elementary school. I often caught myself staring at him in class from a distance. He never looked my way. He just has this smile that makes the butterflies in my tummy float around causing electricity to shoot around my body. He's always into those Barbie perfect girls. I never saw my self as much other than just me.

"Acai Berry Boost!" yelled the clerk. I got up and made my way to the counter. "That's me." I said shyly. "Anything else?" The young lady asked kindly. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was tired. " Yes actually. Um... Could I have a Lean Machine please?" I order with a low tone.

"Yup. One Lean Machine coming right up." She said with that fake smile. I smiled and turned to see Peter still standing there pissed off. "Hey. What were you worked up about?"

"These Fucking bitches don't have pomegranates for my Acai Berry Boost." Peter said pissed off.

"One Lean Machine!" Said the young lady. I paid for the drink and left a tip. I turned to Peter and handed him my Acai Berry Boost. "Here take this. Enjoy." I left without another word.

"Wait!" he shouted from behind me. I turned and saw him chasing after me. "I didn't get your name."

"Katy." I stated before getting in my car and driving off. Well that went better than I thought. I expected him to make a douchy move and not accept the drink. Heck I didn't expect him to chase me down for my name.

On the drive home I was thinking if I handled the entire situation as well as I thought I did. I just feel like I need to put up a stronger front so no one can hurt me. But there is also the thrill of having Peter notice me.

Well today has been super freaky. It's a good thing I'm finally home to my dog Hope. Dad got her shortly after Mom died. Hope is a Siberian Husky. "C'mon Hope! Let's go play." I tell her as I put her leash on. "Dad! I'm home! I'll be out side with Hope!" I waited for an answer but I didn't get one so I proceeded outside.

Hope and I played catch for a while in the backyard. I checked my phone and it read 3:30. Hmm its past 3 why isn't Dad home yet? I checked my messages to see if he had other stuff that came up and there was nothing. Strange, normally he tells me whether or not he'll be late.

I walked Hope to the corner where Tyler's bus stops. While I waited I decided to text Dad.

To Dad: Running late? Do you want me to start dinner?

Tyler's bus pulled up and the doors opened. "He fell asleep again." Mrs. Tinker said. I chuckled. "Hope stay!" I demanded. "He must of had a lot of fun today." I stated. "Must have." Mrs. Tinker echoed. I climbed the bus and walked all the way the the back of the bus and pulled Tyler up from off the window and slung him on my shoulder. Then made my way back towards the front then off the bus. I thanked Mrs. Tinker with a nod and made my way back towards the house.

As Hope and I headed home about a block away from the house a red Subaru pulled up next to me and stopped me in my tracks. "Katy? Right?" A thick southern accent spoke out. Peter, well I guess I was wrong about him forgetting about me.