Right from the start, from that eventful day at the coffee shop, Rita of Lancaster and Peter Kavinsky felt like they belonged to each other on an ineffable level, but destiny has a soft spot for them and enjoys massively to put them trough a series...
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"What are you doing Kavinsky?"
"We hitting that?"
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''...And Isaac was crying?'' Peter glanced at Rita, worried out of his mind, as they halted due to a red light. Rita shivered remembering the sobs of her cousin, that sounded so profoundly sad trough the phone. The girl simply nodded.
''Fuck.'' The brunet cursed and the skin under Rita's pajama crawled; There was something about boys cursing that got something going inside her chest that traveled after to her face leaving a roused tint to the skin.
She then summoned enough courage to meet his gaze. His hazel eyes twinkled. He's trying to make her feel like this, he know what he does. He has to.
Rita didn't really know what to say after, her courage had established limits and it ceased at the part where she had to bring up the previous day's events. There weren't words to describe how much Rita was influenced by Peter, he changed her and she hated the way he did get her to think too much and act to little when she's not supposed to do the contraire.
''Lancaster, we need to talk. Yeah?'' He breathed loudly. His eyes back on the road as the green light shone over the car giving both teenagers a green shadow to their bodies.
''Yeah.'' She straightened herself in the shotgun seat, acting as if she was ready for confrontation and completely ignoring the fact her hands were dripping sweat and that her throat suddenly sucked all moisture by it's walls leaving everything dry as a desert at midday. Fake it until you make it, right? ''Look, I know I put myself where I wasn't called...'' She spoke so quickly her words came out almost with an old English accent to them and she could have sworn she heard Peter hold his laugh. ''I know it's not my place to be saying all I said, and it sucked I know! Don't you think I'm oblivious.'' She chuckled for a bit. ''But I like you and I look after the people I care about.'' Rita glanced at Peter at last, meeting his gaze without any type of porpoise, as she though he was watching the road, as he should. At this point she had moved so much, out of anxiety, her knees were pushed all the way against her chest, her head resting over them, with her arms embracing all her body.
''You said you like me.'' He punched her knee softly, his smile forming a cheeky smirk. Rita rolled her eyes, her sight turned to her window as her cheeks were for sure turning red. ''You know? I can see you blush anyway Lancaster.'' He snorted, leaning over the girl, trying to get a better look at the face she had hidden.
