Chances of That

I Just Can't Help It

I stood infront of Peter's door.

My palm's sweating, my feet hurting, my hair probably wind swept beyond belief.

I raised my fist up, posed and ready to knock on the door. But something stopped me.

I absentmindedly reached for my coin, but couldn't find it.

Should I really be doing this?

Ahh! I need someone to make my decision for me!

I heard laughter from inside the Harrison household and above it all, I heard Peter's voice, "Oh don't be such a pussy! Just do it!"

I took this as a sign. I mean it's got to be, right?

So I lowered my hand down to the doorknob, twisted it and walked straight in.

For the second time that night, I was going to attempt to walk straight up to the guy I'm pursuing and kiss him like he's never been kissed before!

I speed walked into the hallway and rounded the corner instantly into the living room.

Unfortunately, like my previous attempt, this one was foiled aswell, because there, sitting next to Peter, hand in his and lips smooshed very unattractively on his, was Peter's girlfriend.

"Hey, hi, hi, Soph, Sophie." Peter stuttered and stood up away from his girlfriend. "What are you er.. doing in my house?"

The anger must've been evident on my face as his girlfriend seemed to sink down into the sofa in slight fear.

"Sophie? Are you going to answer me?"

I turned my whole body round to face Peter directly.

As soon as I saw his beautifully, innocent face, my anger instantly vanished; hurt replaced it.

I felt further betrayed then when I found out about his girlfriend.

"How could ... You didn't ... She's here, huh?" I whispered as to avoid his girlfriend hearing our conversation.

"Yeah, she's down for the weekend." And then he looked at her sitting on the sofa, eyes full of love and admiration.

I knew right then that I had missed my chance with him.

He'd changed. He'd moved on. I clearly had no influence over him any more.

I should've guessed this from the moment he first arrived.

Not greeting me, not wanting to spend time with me.

But then the tickling, and the tree sitting, the what seemed like an almost kiss.

Could I really give up on the possibility of us getting together?

I looked at 'HER' and saw that she was looking at him with a sort of half-hearted smile.

And then when she realised I was looking at her she shot a glare at me that was so filled with hate that i automatically took a step back.

I looked at Peter to see if he caught it, but obviously she'd done it when he'd turned away.

Oh that's it. She's going down.

And I don't care how it happens.

Call me petty, but I just can't help it.