Between The Lines

thirty four

        After endless card games with peter, we sat back on the couch and watched British television. My cable was able to get BBC America, so we chilled out and watched Grahman Norton, it was  a fun time. A few times Peter would turn to me and repeat what the people said, i guess he couldn't quite pick out what they were saying because of the accents.

        "They said they love their fans"  I laugh. Peter made a face, probably because he seemed to have no idea thats what they said.

        "Oh" He mutters.

        Ever now and again his phone would ding, he'd text back quickly then turn back to the TV. I didn't mind though, usually i do, but Peter is a good person and i know he wouldn't wanna be rude on purpose. 

        "So" He said after a while, "Tell me about this New York business"

        "I'm going there" I laugh. He makes a face and i press on, "I'm visiting a friend's family. I'm really excited about it. I love that city so much. It'll be nice to kinda get out of LA for a few days"

        "I like it here" He says.

        "I do too" I agree, "It's just a person can only take so much"

        "Understandable" He says, "That's kinda what it was like when i moved out of my Mother's house"

        I laugh, Our mothers are down right loons. I guess we have that in common. I wonder what Noah's mom is like.

        After a few more silly British shows, Peter leaves. It was nice to see him.

        

        The sun rose in the LA sky on Friday morning. The week had flown by and boy, was i ready for this trip. I had dropped Buffy off at Grace's the last night and i was currently trying to find my travle tooth brush i had bought so i didn't lose my current  one.

        "Son of A.." I trail off, cursing everything in my path. 

        I finally found it sitting in the package under papers on my counter. I got my bags and headed to Noah's. I got my stuff out of my car and texted him from the parking garage. 

        "Soph" He smiled, bringing me into a hug. I was about to say something when his lips pressed to mine. I was totally caught of guard, but i was perfectly okay with it.

        "Hey" I smile after he pulls away. "I have my stuff"

        "Awesome" He pushes a button on his key chain and the car's lights come on. The trunk then flys open as well. "I'll get it"

        I stand there and watch him pack the trunk for a few moments. "I'm really excited about this"

        "Me too" He says, "My family is going to love you"

        "I can't wait to meet them" I smile.

        "I have to warn you though" he says, turning to me, "There are some pretty... interesting people who live next door to my parents. They are friends with them, but i don't like them"

        "Why don't you like them?" I ask, leaning against the car.

        "Well" He says, "They have a daughter who is our age, her name is Taylor."

         I've heard of a Taylor before. Where did i hear that from?

        "Oh did you go to school with her or something?"

        "We dated for about two years. We broke up in July. Hopfully since it's now September she's over it and won't give you a hard time." He says, "If she does, i'm sorry and don't take it to heart, she's a bitch"