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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''ISAAC??''
''Shit, Isaac? Your Isaac?''
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''Rita? Are you okay?'' Her eyes remained closed for as long as Peter's voice spoke, raising her senses up into working. Her mind was now alert and it didn't take long until she realized her body was not immobile anymore, laying tirelessly over the wet dirt of the woods, they were back in the car, driving full speed presumably in the highway.
''Don't touch me.'' She spoke loudly as his hand touched her shoulder with affection, action that now repulsed her when, not long ago, she desperately craved for it.
''You were moving quite a lot, I'm just worried.'' Peter's voice was low, hinting confusion paired with a sudden and unexpected sadness that Rita took trouble on understanding given the situation he had created.
Her eyes opened widely, refusing by themselves to glance towards the boy, they gloated the dark tar ahead. A loud sarcastic laugh escaped after, her thick lips.
''Worried? Good joke. I've heard it before.''
She felt his eyes leave the street to stare deeply at her, fixing themselves attentively on her face who showed a deep discontent and lingering anxiety, even if she tried to hide it, the way her chest still moved rapidly gave her away.
''I don't understand what is going on.'' Peter shook his head, his voice hinted Rita he was genuinely confused out of his mind and not just pretending, what he was clearly good at as she came to learn. ''I thought we were cool? We talked abo-''
Rita furrowed her eyebrows, Peter's voice faded from her hearing as she relieved the hell she had just gone trough, she glanced towards her lap; There was not a single spot of dirt anywhere, she was as clean as she had leaved the house and her arms weren't bruised in consequence of Peter's unreal strength while he wrapped her close to him. Courage filled her chest with the deep breath she took in, maybe motivated by the sudden realization of reality that had hit her and the embarrassment that came next, she stared at the boy.
''Fuck... We didn't stop did we?'' She asked, her cheeks turning red.
It had all been a dream. A nightmare really. And she couldn't process how real it had felt.
''No? We've been driving since we left- Rita are you feeling okay?'' The boy asked deeply concerned, slowing down the driving.
''I just had this nightmare that y-'' She stopped herself before she could reveal what went on inside the depths of her mind. ''It was awful.'' She simply admitted then, a cheeky smile escaped her lips as to ease the situation.
