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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''Obviously Kavinsky''
'''Don't call me that.''
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Isaac kept sobbing occasionally on the back seat of Peter's jeep, while the two friends kept looking for each other's gaze in hopes of catching some enlightenment and secondary comfort. Rita's heart ached for her cousin, who she knew was as lost as a boat in the middle of the Bermuda triangle and she secretly, even to herself, hoped Peter would somehow ease the situation with his bright and loving self. But the brunet kept quite the whole ride.
Everyone was too shaken to even breath louder than the sound of the moving car.
Four hours turned into 8 as time didn't seem to pass by, the excruciating sniffing of the boy once so confident and strong played in the background like the soundtrack of a thriller, but eventually Peter pulled up into the Lancaster's driveway.
''No mate, please. I want to be alone.'' Isaac softly protested as Peter started his way inside his bedroom. Rita glanced over her shoulder from the end of her own bedroom door, to the two friends whispering now to each other, about what seemed to be a serious topic.
''Fine. Call me tomorrow?'' Peter raised his hands in defeat. ''I love you bro.'' He said at last, pulling Isaac into a tight embrace.
''This is so messed up.'' Rita shook her head towards Peter once Isaac's door closed behind him. ''I feel so useless.''
''There is nothing we can do love, other than being here for him.'' Rita's arm arm raised at the pet name used, and gave Peter a shy smile. ''You know that.''
''Yeah, I just really want to kill Olivia right now'' The curly haired girl gestured strangling herself what made Peter react with a soft chuckle. ''Twist her head and just fuc-''
''You're so cheeky girl.'' He shook his head, a side smirk appearing slowly across his face, too slowly to keep Rita's mind sane. ''Make sure he's okay, yeah?''
''Obviously Kavinsky'' She smiled as she nodded reassuring the boy she would do just so.
'''Don't call me that.''
''Why not?'' Her eyebrows both arched to the sky.
''I like it too much, coming from you.'' And with that Peter disappeared around the corridor's corner, leaving Rita with the lingering feeling of his plump lips against her forehead.
She liked Peter, of course she did.There was nothing about him that wasn't lickerish, and it was driving her crazy.
The trees around the house were veiled in the thickest of mists as a vast blanket of white fog hung heavy over the hills and down to the city. The sky was completely white and the sun, although providing light, wasn't giving much heat, or any heat for that matters.
