Love Found

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Hello? So where are you?

I looked all around me, checking if anyone was hearing.

"You guys promise you won't scream?"

Why would we scream in the first place?

"*sigh* I'm at Peter's house."

 When it became silent, I started to realize Noemi put her phone on mute.

After a while I heard a faint scream.

YOU'RE AT PETER'S HOUSE!?!

"Can you lower it a bit?!" I quietly screamed looking to the sides, seeing if Peter or anyone had heard.

Sorry, you know, I'll just hang up, it seems you have more important things to do.

"Wait! Don't hang u-"

And Noemi hung up.

"Up," I was left saying.

I put my phone away and went back to the bedroom, finding it lonely, which disappointed me.

I walked towards the bedside table, to charge my phone, when the door slammed shut. 

I was quick to turn around and see Peter coming towards me.

"How was it?" he said, while still walking towards me.

"Uh yeah, it was good, I was just telling them I was staying at your house."

"Ah, ok."

He then stopped when he was close to my face.

I wanted to move away but my body wouldn't let me, and Peter didn't let me either, he was clutching that hand of his, but this time even tighter.

"Wait!" I cried, afraid of what he was going to do next.

I looked away, and then stared back at him.

"What are your intentions?"

"Well, I was going to ask if you wanted anything to eat before we leave."

I suspiciously looked at him, but then relaxed my face.

"And I was going to take this piece of string in your hair."

He reached for my hair, but saw it wasn't going there, instead it was going to my face.

I rested my head on his palm as it slid through my face.

"And a little stain here too."

When he let go I saw this was the perfect time to get ready, then I froze realizing something.

"Wait, how am I supposed to get ready for school, we don't have time to go to my house."

He gasped realizing, then letting it out with a light laugh.

"Come, follow me."

As we both exited the room, I started to get curious.

What does he think he's up to?

As I kept questioning myself, we finally stopped in this closet-looking room.

"Treat yourself," Peter finally said.

I looked at him, confused, but stepped in the closet-looking room.

I have to admit, it looked like a dream closet.

As I kept looking at the stylish clothes I then turned to look at Peter.

"How did you get all of these clothes?"