Nobody's; P. Parker

《Four》

~We mature with damage, not with years~

I ride my bike to Peter's house. My stomach does flips, and turns, and somersaults. I had put on a cute baby blue skirt, and a black long sleeve off the shoulder shirt. I put on my never before worn pink, black, and blue flower vans, and I had thrown on a cute jean jacket that I would end up taking off. I put on a little bit of lip gloss, and mascara. I was really trying to impress someone tonight.

I curled my long raven colored hair into beautiful twists, and put it half up half down with a cute black, and baby blye scrunchie that had a bow at the top. It wasn't like a kiddish bow it's more like if you were to tie strings into a bow. Like that.

I kept on my glasses though. I liked the barrier I felt that they gave me. Silly I know, but being invisible is just what im good at, and even when im not being invisible I still like to feel hide behind my glasses.

I knock on the apartment door that he had written on the inside of my wrist, and a beautiful women opened the door. "Who are you?" She asks me sweetly smiling. "Oh. Um... I'm natalie Vascova. I'm here to do a project with peter." I say sticking my hand out for her to shake, and she leans in for a hug which at the last second I move my hand and embrace her. Then she releases me, and holds me by the shoulders smiling big, and I notice a twinkle in her eyes.

"Well come in honey, make yourself at home, and peters room is the first door straight ahead." Peter walks out of a side room, and comes into the living room area where we are. "your friend is very pretty," she tells him, and his face goes red. He nods looking at me, and then he smiles.

We start to walk to the room after an awkward exchange, but before we get to the door I hear Peter's aunt whose name I learned is may say, "Have fun kids, but not too much fun." I turn around along with peter, and she winks at us, and wiggles her eyebrows.

"Aunt may come on," he says, and she replies, "I love you," he shakes his head smiling before saying, "I love you too, Aunt may," then he turns towards the door, and we walk inside, and he shuts it.

"You can take a seat on my bed, and Ill sit on the chair." He says pointing to his bed, and the office chair in his room. He moves the chair by the bed, and I take a seat on the bed in front of him. I take notice of his computer gear, and the stuff surrounding his room. It's homey, and I like how it smells. I find myself wishing to spend my days here curled up with him. Reading books studying or just cuddling, but I shake my head forgetting the thoughts.

I take my back pack off my back, and place at our feet, and take out the papers. I get situated, and he starts telling me what to put where, and I add a couple things, and even correct him a couple times which feels kinda good. This goes on for about an hour before I'm sprawled out on his bed. I turn on my back reading something, and my hair fans out above me. I can feel his stare burning into my skin, and I avert my gaze to his, and his eyes snap back down to his work. I shrug it off.

I lean my head off the side of the bed, and end up kicking my legs back, and forth before saying, "I'm done." A minute passes, and I hear rushed writing before I hear, "me too." I sit up, and look at him. He twirls around in the chair, and says, "so what do you want to do?" I shrug not sure how to answer. "Do you think ypu could model for me. I cock my head. "Uh what for?"

"Oh.. um... I take a photography class, and I need something new to take pictures off, and your naturally pretty, and thats normally the stuff I take so.." I contemplate it for a minute before nodding slowly, and he goes to get his camera. I can tell he's more comfortable in his space, and away from the high school, and I find myself liking confident peter a lot.