That Makes Three

Chapter Twelve

The next few hours were spent talking - about nothing and everything in general. When his mom came home she gave me my clothes and was glad to know that Peter had company today. She also agreed with him, in saying that I could come over or take Peter out of her hair whenever I wanted to. Not long after that convocation ended did Roman show up to take me home.

Buckling my seat belt I waved one last time through the window and then turned to Roman.

"How was your day?" I asked, gesturing to his attire. His hair was freshly slicked back and his bow tied hung loose around his neck. "You're dressed very formal for a Saturday afternoon." He laughed.

"A Godfrey event to honour my fathers legacy, it was very tedious. Then again, so is everything my mother is involved in." He said, unbuttoning his top shirt button. I nodded my head and watched the road run behind us. The sun had gone down long ago, so the only light we had to separate the forest from the road came from the headlights and the stars. It would have been the perfect moonlit night, but the clouds forbid that.

"Do you think we'll end up turning into our parents?" I asked, absentmindedly.

"God I hope not. My father killed himself at twenty two and my mothers a bitch. If we do then there no hope for me." Roman said harshly. I frowned.

"She's probably trying her best." To this he snorted.

"You don't know my mother... she's a monster." He added slowly. I sighed a small, passive aggressive sigh. He picked on the change of tone immediately.

"Miya?" I shook my head though I didn't look at him.

"Don't worry about it. I just get a little defensive about parents." After a long stretch of silence I turned to see him frowning. He briefly looked at me before looking back at the road as we re-entered town. I sighed again.

"I just, mentioned my parents to Peter and I haven't thought of them in a while... I don't live with my parents, that's all. They wanted to leave, I wanted to stay so they left. Sure I get lonely but I'm used to it. If my mom decided to come back I'd... be glad. Even if she was a bitch. At least she'd be here." I was glad for the darkness. It hid my face well enough for me to close my eyes briefly and collect my thoughts.

"But you have a right to feel what you feel towards your mom. I mean you're right. I don't know her." I added quickly as he pulled up at my house. Turning the engine off he turned to me, his eyes not sad but... almost sympathetic. It was a look I'd never seen on him before and to be honest it made me uncomfortable. I combed the hair from my face behind my ear.

"Come to dinner." He said suddenly. I pursed my lips together, unbuckling my seat belt.

"I can't."

"Why?" I cleared my throat with a sort of cough at his eagerness.

"Because, I wasted a day sleeping and I have things to do."

"What things?" He spat, his lips curling into a mocking smile.

"Homework. You know, that thing that's assigned that you never do." He laughed once, biting his bottom lip.

"Come over and do you homework, then have dinner. Or are you forgetting the rain check?" Picking up the bag that Peter's Mom has given me containing Peters shirt I promised to wash I opened the door and stepped out.

"You are very persistent, you know that?" I said, a smile clear on my face. He turned the engine back on and held his arms up.

"It's one of my many charms." I shook my head and rolled my eyes, picturing him pestering me throughout the night.

"And you're not going to stop until I agree?"

"Nope."

"Well... I'll come by at nine." I said smoothly, closing the car door and beginning to walk away. When I heard the window being rolled down I turned to staring at him leaning over the passenger seat and staring up at me.

"In the morning?" He shouted. I raised an eyebrow.

"You got a problem with that?" After a pause he began to shake his head.

"No. That's fine. I'll come pick you up at nine." He said, before backing out so quickly I couldn't say anything. I sighed, looking up to the sky. This boy was making my life complicated. He has to have everything his way, and I'm just supposed to follow?... so why didn't I mind? Shaking my head I took out my key and unlocked the door.

Throwing my keys into the bowl and kicking the door closed with my foot I walked up to the dinning table and sat down with a thud. Within a week, just one week I had made two friends who accepted me for what I could do. I had a vision and ended up spending the day with Peter and was going to spend the day with Roman Godfrey tomorrow, meaning I'd spent the whole weekend with people. When was the last time I'd done that? I laughed quietly to myself as I looked at the corners of my now empty feeling home, wondering how I'd coped before they'd come into my life. I felt myself smile as I took my coat off. They were both so amazing.

Pulling off my jacket I accidentally hit a pile of books off the table.

"Crap." I mumbled, moving to pick them up when I saw the drawing I had sketched into my pad. My light mood lessened as the visions I had had in the past couple of days came back to me. A lot of people were going to die.