After Time [Twilight Fan Fiction]

4. First

4. First

Lubbock, TX

October 2010

Robyn

I ran my fingers through my hair as I stood in the mirror. Peter was going to be leaving this weekend. Apparently he had some family to visit, though I suspected that was a lie. It was very easy to tell Peter lied to me. Lately, his lying was tripling all the time at every opportunity. I discovered that Peter always had trouble sleeping. I was changing around my sleep schedule since the horrible stomach virus situation. Even I had to admit after my slight freakout of having Peter in my bed, I actually sort of enjoyed him being there.

I wouldn't have gotten through it all without him. I knew that now of course. In the short time we'd known each other, Peter had always been there. I was used to the lying with my parents, people lied, sometimes it was for hurtful reasons while other times it was pretty damn good reasons. I had to believe that Peter was doing it for the good reasons not for the bad ones. No matter how much my mind tried to twist it the other way around.

I was going to say goodbye to Peter tonight when he left. He had chosen nightfall to leave since it would take him a few hours to get there. He was sleeping now to be able to drive during the night. It was a strange concept and he was also riding his bike that distance. It was safe to say I was beyond worried.

My conversations with my brother were beginning to slow. Just a few days ago after I was sick, Peter convinced me to talk with him through Skype. It wasn't the same. I even saw my mother and her boyfriend for a few minutes. It was all so strange. Maybe it was because I had left, I wasn't apart of their lives anymore. They were understanding since I had been gone for officially about two months. I know they might have been expecting me to return for winter break from school, but I had no plans to. My brother didn't seem too worried about me when he got a girlfriend. I was truly on me own, Peter was all I had left.

I pressed down against my shirt as I stared over the skyline. I had managed at the last exam to meet a few people. We were supposed to go out for drinks tomorrow night. I hadn't told Peter, wasn't planning on telling him either. For some reason he was worried about me while he was leaving. Worried how I'd be with him gone. I hadn't really talked with anyone else besides Peter so there wasn't many other people to talk with. The only reason I had agreed to drinks with a few classmates was because he was leaving for the weekend. If he ever found out, I'd hate to think of the consequences.

I looked better after I cleaned my face and grabbed my phone. Eating out at the diner at the end of the street sounded better than sticking to my apartment. I needed to get out more if I ever expected to get a job. It was so strange that Peter wasn't even looking for a job yet he was paying for college with his parents, books, and even the rent for the apartment, not to mention the gas for his bike. I constantly wondered where all the money came from. Peter didn't appear to be from a wealthy family but where else would he get that kind of money from. Peter wasn't the type to steal the money so I knew that wasn't an option. I suppose I was just left to wonder about it.

I grabbed a sweater since it was October and chilly. I heard the knock on the door and went to answer it. Peter was in the same black boots I first saw him in, jeans, hoodie, and a black jacket over the hoodie. I suppose since it was chilly it was going to be even worse on the bike.

"Someone is dressed warmly," I smirked at him. He rolled his eyes and I noticed only the one backpack on his back. "My folks still have most of my clothes. I'll probably be there by morning so it should work out. Anyway, come on." He beckoned me to follow and I did closing the door behind me. He took my hand cradling it in his and I couldn't help the goosebumps rising on my skin. Ever since the stomach virus day in my apartment, we've been more touch feely than ever before. Peter holds my hand on his own without asking, we even watch movies in my apartment with my head on his shoulder practically cuddling, and not to mention the looks he gives me.