During the war of two families, Pete witnessed the person he loves getting shot multiple times. Staring at his bloody and almost lifeless body caused him great shock. Will he ever forget how his love writhed in pain? How he trembled, and gasped for air? How can he ever forget how his blood felt so warm against his skin?
Pete cried until he fainted. Now, waking up, there's something to be amiss.
"How do you feel now?" his friend, Porsche asked while softly stroking his hair.
"Okay..." He whispered. "Just okay."
"Vegas is still sleeping... do you wanna visit him later?"
From staring at nowhere, Pete flinched. Something about the name mentioned made him feel different although he doesn't get what Porsche is saying.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at his friend. "Vegas, who?"
(A/N: Not to favor heteronormativity but in the novel Vegas calls Pete "wife" not "husband" so, I'm following it. There are people who get offended when there's an LGBTQIA+ couple and they call them 'husband & wife' BUT there are also those who are OKAY with this. I have a friend in a homosexual relationship who's being called by his bf as 'wife' hehe. In the Christmas special of KP novel, I concluded Pete is okay with this since Vegas refers to him as his wife and he doesn't complain.)
Vegas Pete story...
"Do you marry me Vegas?" "Huh?" "Huh?" I can hear his friend's reaction but Vegas didn't even change his expression and he just walk past me. What happening maybe he didn't hear me right so I asked him again with my high voice "DO YOU MARRY ME VEGAS?" suddenly he stopped and I smiled and run infront of him again.
"Answer me Vegas" I demanded "What's your age?" he asked with plain face but his voice is mesmerizing me.
"10 years" I answered his friends are smiled "What did I make any joke?" I asked with serious expression and Vegas chucked this is the first expression I got from him so I smiled again like a fool.
"Do you know how old I'm?" why he only asking me questions but it's ok he spoke to me right!...
"I don't know..." I pout and asked him again "Tell me how old are you?"
"You are a kid and I'm just 14 not even I'm major" I didn't let him finish "So...?" I asked like questioning way
He let out heavy breath then half sit infront of me to match my height "When you grow up then come and ask me, I will answer" I silent for a minute the asked him "How can I know I'm grown up" again he let out huge breath "When you become 18 you are grown up"
So, I took my fingers to calculate now I'm 10 and he is 14 so when I'm 18 he will be ... Hmm...Hmmm... "When I'm 18 you are 22, right?" I asked him excitedly and he nodded then he went to his normal position.
"Then you promise me you will meet me every year this day here" I asked.