Reality vs Imagination

I Enjoyed Being With You

            I was sitting in the passenger seat right next to Peter and Tyler was in the back seat, humming a song that I didn't recognize.   My hand was propped up against my cheek as I stared out the window.  The car ride was way too silent and awkward.  I was craving a song that was thrilling. So I grabbed my phone and a hooked it up to Peter's radio.

       "What do you think you're doing?"  Peter asked, I noted a slight hint of aggravation in his voice.

        "You'll see."  I responded blandly.

              Once it was ready to go all I needed to do is search a song.  Hmm, what to play what to play?  Oh!  got it!

  Dare me to jump off this Jersey Bridge.  I'll bet you never had a Friday night like this keep it up, keep it up, lets raise our hands I take a look up at the sky......

                                                                                                    ~ King For A Day,  Pierce The Veil

                Started playing and I sang along.  I turn to Peter and he just looked at me in surprise.  I smile deeply and ask  "What?"

         "Nuthin', I just never thought you would be the type of girl to listen to that kind of stuff. "  He had a huge smirk on as his face as he drove.

         " Is that a......Bad thing?"  I know it's not but I was just asking to tease him.

          "Oh no!  No, of course not.  It's actually a really good thing.  I like girls who have a distinct taste in music."

                     I tipped my head back and slightly giggled. I didn't feel like responding because I was too busy getting drawn in the world of music.   I have a bad habit of blacking out on the most simple stuff.  I could never be able to go to an art museum without spending hours and hours on a single painting.  Mom always like it when I drew her pictures wrote her poems.  Just the thought of my mother brought tears to my eyes.

           "Babe?"  Peter asked, the complexion in his voice sent shivers down my spine. "You okay?"

                      I had to fight the words out but I couldn't.  I suddenly collapsed in my seat into tears.  I felt the car stop but I was too weak to check if we made it or not.  I never actually took the time to realize how emotionally unstable I was.  Thanks Peter for helping me find that out.

            "Sissy?  Are you okay?  Why are you crying?"    Just by the sound of Tyler's voice, brought me back to reality.  I sat up and wiped away my tears.  For some odd reason I was smiling deeply. I unbuckle my seat belt and turned to Tyler. 

             "So you ready to play?"   I asked super excited. Tyler nodded excitedly as well.  His joy brought joy to me.

                       We all got out of the car and as we crossed the parking lot Peter intertwined his fingers  with mine.  His warmth sent electricity all over my body. 

                                                                                         ***

                        Peter and I were cuddling in my bed.  We had a very long day at Chuck E. Cheese because instead of chilling at the tables like I planed, Tyler dragged Peter and I all around the place.  I enjoyed spending the rest of the afternoon with the two but mostly with Peter.

                "Babe." Peter started.  "I should get going.  I don't want your dad yelling at me again."

                 I shook my head in his chest.  "No."   I grumbled.  "Please stay."   I begged.

                 "But your dad?"  

                  "I don't care.  I want you here with me."   I held on tight and attached myself to him.

                 Peter let out a long sigh before responding.  "Fine."  

                  "Yay!"  I cheered.  "I need to change out of my jeans.  Do you need a T-shirt?"

                  "Yeah,  that'll be just fine. "

                            I sat up and straddled Peter. My lips brushed against him before I planted a small kiss.  "Hurry up and don't take too long."  Peter ordered.

                             "Yes sir."   I said with a smirk. I kissed him one last time before hurrying into Dad's room. Since Dad is barely home I keep most of my clothes in his room.  Once I found the shorts and tank top I was looking I searched for a T-shirt.  The only shirt I could find had a 6 on the back.  I didn't know what it was from but it looked like it would fit Peter.

                             I hurried back into my room when I heard a yelp.  I dropped everything and ran towards Tyler's room.  "Tyler?!" I shouted.  Panic filled every inch of my body. Once I was in front of his door way, every muscle in my body relaxed.