* And verily I say unto you.... His heart shattered into prisms of nothing so that he may never experience love again....*
“Peter, Come on. You are taking a bazillion hours to get dressed.” Shaylee whined through the bathroom door.
I stood in front of the mirror and studied my face. My eyes looked so sleep deprived, dark rings sat as what seemed like a permanent fixture underneath them. Light brown hair hung across my forehead, almost long enough to cover my eyes again. “Almost” I thought as I grabbed my shirt and threw it on over my head.
“I can't believe she is getting me to go to this party with her.” I thought
My hand moved to my shorts pocket and I pulled out my phone, I had forgot to tell my dad were I was going. The call went straight to his voicemail, “Hey..... Dad, I'm going to go to a party at the beach, I will be back around ei...”
Images of the last time I was at the beach flashed through my mind, I closed the phone and slipped it in my pocket cutting off the message.
“No, I do not need my fathers permission to go to a party. I am almost eighteen. Graduation is in two months. He needs to accept the fact I'm not his slave.” I said while opening the bathroom door, knowing Shaylee was going to say something about it.
She looked at me and winked, “Well I would take it you are going to come with me then?”
Nodding my head unsurely I slipped on my brown converse’s, grabbed the keys to my truck and walked out the door.
Shaylee followed behind me as I walked to my blue ford. I slid into the drivers seat, Shaylee got in the passenger side and put on some sun glasses. Her hair fell with a slight curl around her face, she was gorgeous. Even though I couldn't see her light green eyes I knew she was looking at me.
She pulled her glasses down just enough so I could see her eyes and smiled, “I really like your truck Pete, It is so flippin sexy, even though it is older than my parents.”
“So I have heard, I think you tell me you like my truck every time we get in it.” I said, rolling the words off my tongue sarcastically.
Shaylee grabbed my Ipod and turned it on, soft rock played through the truck.
“You have the weirdest taste in music,” Shaylee said before she changed the song.
I turned the corner onto the dirt road that went off towards the ocean, then turned to Shaylee and smiled, “I have the weirdest taste in friends too.”
With a role of her eyes she turned the music up and started singing quietly. Amused by her a faint laugh escaped my mouth.
“Are you laughing at my singing?” Shaylee said as stern as she could without grinning.
Laughing again I turned to her and raised my hands up off of the steering wheel and put them over my head as if she had caught me doing something bad, “I’m sorry Shay, I was trying to laugh on the inside.”
Her emerald eyes were full of amusement as she studied me over, then they went wide, “Oh my Bejesus! Put your hands back on the steering wheel Peter! You are going to make us crash.”
I pulled her into my arms and brought my knees up a little so I could steer with them, “Well If we die at least I will die holding my love.”
She laughed at me again then pulled out of my arms to change the song. I knew she didn't realise how much I meant the words I had said.
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“Lets party like its Sunday,” I said as Shaylee and I walked towards a large group of kids by a stand of trees by the water. She turned to me and smirked, “You don't party on sundays, so this is going to be a lame party Pete.”
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~All the Wrong Reason's~ (Unsure weather or not to continue)
Fiksi Remaja*Passion..... The very thing that destroyed and created my life* When our lips met, I felt my heart rise into my throat. I couldn't believe this was happening. I couldn't believe I was letting it happen. She ran her hands through my hair driving me...
