Sunnyvale H.S

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"Get up pussy! We still have 2 more rounds to go!" Peter threw a pillow at me whilst I lay on the floor.

Harry sat on the couch, a wide smile on his face. He'd just watched Peter beat me 3 times in a row at Just Dance. Every time he'd win, he'd make up a new victory dance, and the results were scary.

"You're such a mong," I laugh, and allow him to pull me to my feet. He says I can choose the song, so I swipe through the options.
I end up choosing Whitney Houston, "I wanna dance with somebody." Peter "turns his game face on" and gets in position.

I laugh at how competitive he's being, and Harry watches us from the couch.
I half-ass the dancing, with barely any energy left from the last 3 rounds of Dancing In The Moonlight.

Peter gives it his all, and spins and punches when needed, but I just watch him, more entertained by that. My hair is tied back from my face, and the loose wisps spiral around my head.

I had changed into yoga pants, and a black vest top before we started dancing, but nothing was stopping the amount of sweat I was producing.

"Want me to take over?" Harry shouted and I nodded, throwing the wii remote over to him.
He stood up, and switched places with me. I sat down on the couch where he had been, as he threw off his jumper. I smiled catching it as he threw it.

I slid it on over my head, his scent filling my nostrils. It made me feel relaxed and home. It reminded me of sleep and dark winter nights. Harry didn't seem like a mysterious person. At least not to me he didn't.

"Harry shake your ass!" I teased and he turned to put the middle finger up to me.

"What ass!" Peter called back and I laughed loudly, as Peter shook his own.
"Now that's an ass," I joked and peter pretended to be flattered.

I grabbed a couch cushion and wrapped my arms around it. Harry's jumper hung loosely around my body, and covered my hands.

"Can I pick the next song?" Peter asked and Harry agreed, copying the moves from the screen.

"Yeah but it better not be Dancing In The Moonlight."

"Yeah, I think I'll let you pick the song good idea Grace," he said and I laugh, shaking my head at his stupidity.

The song ended, and the scores totalled up. Peter won again.

He boasts and dances around,pointing his fingers in Harry's face and shoving him about.
Harry laughed and pushed about with Peter, a genuine smile on his face.

I watched him as if there was nobody else in the room. I watched the way he moved- it might have just been a joke but he moved effortlessly, his feet sliding across the floor.

He laughed and threw his head back, his hair falling over his eyes. His hair had gotten a bit longer since we had first met. It still held its curls, but it was almost at shoulder length.

I felt tired, my eyes shutting over. Harry's jumper was comfortable and his scent made me feel more tired. My eyes shut, sleep taking over me- the sound of Peters high pitch laugh fading from my hearing.

Harry's P.O.V

Peter sat down on the floor, sweat beading along his forehead. His chest rose and fell as he breathed out.
"You coming up next Grace?" I shouted, still looking down at Peter.
She didn't reply.

I span around, to see Grace on the couch. A smile spreads across my face as I look at her. Her eyes were shut and she looked completely peaceful. My jumper was draped over her body, the sleeves hanging over her small fists.

I walk towards her, after I've put the wii remote down on the floor.
She looked shattered, lines under her eyes, her eyelashes resting on her cheeks.

She was beautiful really. I'd never felt so attracted to somebody in such a short period of time. Even with Tess. I loved Tess, I did. But in the beginning god I hated her. She was uptight as ever, and she never listened to a word I said. She was a perfect grade A student, a teachers pet to be honest.

Grace reminded me of her. She was innocent to me, and pure and it made me believe in that kind of girl again. I thought after Tess, I'd never find anybody like that again.
But then Grace came into my life, and she was a whirlwind of light, and she was sweet, and beautiful.

Grace always believed she'd never been loved. She asked me early today if I had believed in love, and god of course I did. I meant when I said it would be an honour to fall in love with her.

Peter sat up on the floor, and looked over at me. I pointed to Grace who was sleeping soundly on the couch.
He nodded and turned off the tv.

"I'm gonna set off now okay? I'll message her and let her know I had a good night," Peter smiles "are you staying with her?"

I nod and kneel down by the couch.
"Alright Peter. How are you getting home?" I ask and a large smile comes across his face.

"I brought my bike," he laughs and I stare at him.

"Peter it's like 1am. You can't cycle home now. It's freezing too," I point out and he shrugs.

"I'll give you a ride home."

"What about Grace?" He whispers as though saying her name would wake her.

"I'll come back after I've dropped you off."
He nods and takes the Just Dance disk out of the wii. I watch as he slings his bag over his shoulders and nods at me.

"Let's go," I whisper. I tell him to grab his bike and throw it in the boot. I toss him my keys and he goes outside, the door shutting quietly behind him.

"I'll be back soon," I whisper, even if she's asleep. I grab a blanket from the back of the armchair.

I wrap it around her, gentle so she doesn't wake up. Before I leave, I place a soft kiss to her temple.

Peter is waiting outside, the bike leaned next to the car.
"Can you get it in?"

He shakes his head and I laugh, and tell him to climb in while I sort it.

I fold down the back two chairs and slide his bike into the area. I close the boot door, and make my way around to the front of the car.
I slide in and turn on the ignition, and drive down the road.

Peter tells me stories about his childhood with Grace and I smile at the thought of her, running around camp escaping with Peter.
I imagine she was the exact same as she is now. She has a wild side that i adore, but her innocence never fails to amaze me.

"Just turn here," he says and I pull into Chelsea Street. He tells me when we're at his house, and he thanks me a wide smile on his face.

We climb out the car, and got his bike out of the boot. I place it down at his feet, and he pats the seat. He adjust his backpack straps and looks up at me.

"Don't hurt her okay? I'm trusting you here. She's the closest thing I've got to a best friend and I don't want anything bad to happen to her," Peter warned.

I found their relationship incredibly sweet. It was a real special bond.

"I'd never hurt her Peter. You can trust me. Thank-you for always being there for her. It really does mean the world."

"Whatever punk," he laughs and I nudge his arm.

"Whatever kid," I laugh right back.

I wait until he gets to his front door and I wave and drive back to Grace.
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