dancing on the edge | p.t.v {book 2}

Chapter Twenty-Six: A House Isnt Always A Home.

Chapter Twenty-Six: A House Isn't Always A Home.

Me and Isabel say in silence as we drove through San Diego. Isabel was actually unusually quiet. She usually talks my ear off. The radio was the only think that broke through the slightly chilling quiet. I tapped my fingers over the top of the steering wheel as we say at a traffic light. I heard Isabel adjust in her seat.

"Vic has a huge best friend tick of approval, if you wanna know." A smirk slid onto my face, and my shoulders slackened when I realised that she wasn't upset about anything. I laughed sort of shakily.

"Good, cause he's gonna be around for a while hopefully." That silence then returned. I heard Isabel's deep sigh.

"Y'know what my one goal in life is?"

"Hmm, what?"

"Is for somebody to look at me, the way that Vic looks at you." My interests spiked up. I suddenly realised I never really got an outsider view on how people see me and Vic, I guess Isabel is my opportunity. Yet, the comment sort of startled me.

"What do you mean?" Isabel chuckled humourlessly.

"You don't see it?" I stayed silent, keeping my eyes on the road. She knew the answer.

"When he looks at you, it's like a man who has been lost in the desert and you are the first person he has seen in months. Like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time and all that sentimental shit. The look in his eyes, you can practically feel the affection pouring off him." I felt warm inside, and I couldn't keep the stupid smile off my face. I felt Isabel poke my shoulder.

"See! You're grinning like a fool. You know what I'm talking about!" She exclaimed, her energy coming back. I laughed, but still kept my attention on the road. Does he really look at me like that. I saw Isabel lean against the car door, as she stared at me.

"You're in love with him aren't you." It wasn't really a question. I feel silent, pursing my lips. I kept them in a tight line as my hands tightened on the steering wheel.

"Cat." I glanced at her as she stared at me. Her face was serious, she studied my every move and reaction. I turned away from her a scrutiny and kept my eyes on the road. I nodded my head ever so slightly.

"Yeah, I am. I really am."

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I sat hunched over on the couch. The tv noise was kind of annoying me, yet I had also grown immune to it. My eyes were getting tired from flicking over the screen, observing each house my mouse passed over. I growl at my screen slightly, when I felt something tickle my legs. I looked down to see the brown furred cat with big yellow eyes stare up at me.

"Oh, look who decided to make an appearance." Tammy continued staring me down, her tail twitching out. I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Y'know I still prefer the dog." I hissed under my breath to her. She let out a little mew before trotting off. I glared after her before staring back at the screen. I pressed on the tab of the one mom showed me ages ago. I had a soft spot for it, and nobody seemed interested in it. I should make a move on it, but I wasn't 100% sure yet. I sigh, groaning as I slumped back against the couch, craning my neck over the back of it, so I was staring at the ceiling.

"Whatcha doin, pumpkin." I rolled head to the side, to see mom standing in the doorway. I gestured at the screen

"I'm looking at places." I explained, sitting up properly as mom came and sat next to me.

"Isn't that the one I showed you?" She asked, tapping the screen with her finger. I nodded, going through the gallery of pictures.

"Yeah, it is." I stared at the picture of the rather big open floor, until there was a single step, raising to another level where a bed sat under two windows making sunshine hit it perfectly. The kitchen was tucked away snugly. It was a rather small studio apartment, and I thought it was perfect. I had been sitting on it for a while, my mind mulling over it. I guess I've been a bit preoccupied with Vic, but it was always at the back of my mind.