This Is Us

Chapter 13

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Chapter Thirteen

I assumed I was fine but as soon as I got in the car left in my own thoughts, without Peter and I talking. I started to recall everything from that dinner again. Mrs. Kavinsky words are far stronger than Peter's and mines trust in what we have.

Peter would squeeze my hand in his once in a while, reminding me that he's there beside me. His face kept straight on the road concentrating on driving but we both know what's on his mind too. It's the same as mine.

It's not the doubt of us being together but what it entails for us when we stay together. And I say when, because it's Peter and me and we are staying together.

I was too deep into my thoughts that I didn't even realize where we were headed, until Peter parked his car in the parking spot a couple buildings away from his dormitory. We're in University of Virginia...

"Peter?" this is actually the first time either me and him say a word in the twenty-minute drive it takes to get to UVA.

He turns and smiles at me. He shut off his ignition and squeezes my hand again, "Come' on." He seems excited for something and who am I to deny him this, he's been out of it tonight and had tried his best to make me feel better. I'm sure he has something planned up his sleeve.

I get out of the car and he runs next to me to bundle me up with my winter coat. "Thanks," I said trying to have my teeth to stop shaking. It's really chilly out night, I think it might snow tomorrow if it stays this cold. I shoved my hands into my pocket, then looked at him. "You can get in?" I asked. In our dorms there's a different key card for the break, and you have to ask for it a week before the semester ends.

He takes my hand from my pocket and warms it with his breath before tucking it in his pockets, inside he linked his fingers with mine. "If not, then." He shrugs it off not caring if we can't get in or not.

We walk quietly side by side, until we were in front of the door. He takes his wallet with his free hand and swiped his ID card into the scanner. The door clicked open. He cheered in victory, he probably wasn't sure he can get in either.

I roll my eyes, "Dork." But I'm actually curious what's in his room he wants to show me.

He just ignores me and walks inside. We take the stairs since his room is on the third floor.

"Home sweet home," he mumbles when he opened the doors to his room. He turns on the light and lets go of my hand, he takes our jackets off then places it on Mark Tuan, his roommate's, desk. He gives me a look and then throws himself into his bed. He can do that since he is tall enough, one stride he's already in by his bed.

I stay where I'm standing, by the door leaning on Mark's desk, for some reason I'm nervous. I distract myself by looking around his dorm room. Peter has 3 roommates. All in for an athletics scholarship. Mark Tuan, a Taiwanese born in Maryland and he taking pre-law, plays for the basketball team then Andrew Matthews is in football from West Virginia, he is a biology major. Peter is taking pre-doctorate for Sports Medicine Rehabilitation.

I like his roommates. I'm actually close to Mark even if he's a little on the quiet side. It's because there are times when I would be left in their room while I wait for Peter to be done with practice when I'm in town.

He was watching me but he doesn't say anything that I'm frozen to where I am at, "It has been a long day." He said with a sigh. We barely slept last night and then we had breakfast with Kitty, then his dinner at his house. Yes. The day is long, well the night actually.