Sorry for the late update. My excuse, life.. LOL. So stay tight and i'll start writing at 300 once again. Thank you! :)
It's funny how one moment you think everything is okay... The next it's not..
The party was obnoxiously loud and decorated with wasted teenagers by the time Peter and I got there. He kept grinning and shouting his hello's to certain friends I were aware of seeing before. It turned awkward for me the minute i stepped in the house as the atmosphere bathed me with a unwanted feeling.
I smiled with the best of my abilities, clenching on the stem of my cardigan and itching my neck nervously as I moved along the room.
I was thankful no one payed more than two seconds on me, but at the same time insulted with the underestimated glances I got.
The only good thing about all this was holding onto Peter's hand while he pulled me through the sweaty body on body crowds.
As insecure as I was with what i was wearing and how big of a sore thumb I looked like, he held on no matter what.
We made it to the kitchen which was totally destroyed with various of things I didn't want to describe. Trash in general. Lots of it.
"I pity the parents who are going to find this," I murmured under my breath.
"What?" Peter shouted amongst the exaggerated loud music.
"You want a drink?" Peter shouted not hearing me.
"Sure," I chuckled. "Why not!" I shouted.
Peter nodded with a flush grin and wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve. I breathed in the musky smell of the kitchen combined with trashy perfume and god knows what was on the floor. It looked like barf.
I looked away immediately as my stomach began to feel queasy and placed a hand on my gut. "Nasty," I huffed.
A group of large bulky guys entered the kitchen all of a sudden with a few hoots and screams. I flinched from their caveman ways and watched as they single handedly destroyed what was inside the fridge and leave like nothing happened.
I crossed my eyebrows together and shook my head laughing.
"What's so funny?" Someone whispered in my ear.
"Oh!" I shouted jumping forward. I touched my ear and turned to see Peter with two drinks in his hand. It looked like punch, but I wasn't so naive to think it was only that.
I took it anyway and sipped it lightly.
"So.." Peter shoved his free hand casually into his pockets.
"So," I repeated him.
I leaned in forward not getting it, but laughed anyway. My stupid laugh eventually making myself laugh.
"Seriously Kyro you're still the same!"
"You mean I was always like this?" I frowned.
"Yeah!" Peter enthusiastically.
"I find it weird how you remember me though.." I murmured taking a sip. "It feels as if I should remember-"
"Nah it's nothing big," he shrugged. "Just that i did like you."
I fell silent.
Peter smiled drinking his punch.
"You're smooth you know that?" I slowly smiled into a grin.
"I know," he winked.
I couldn't help it, but flush slightly. I covered it up with a cough and turned to the side to hide my face. I smiled widely and casually turned back to Peter as if this was no big deal.
However that miserably failed when I saw Jerro in the distance eyeing me as if I was octomom herself.
I stared at him giving him a look stretching into the fact that I wasn't his business. He rolled his eyes and took a huge sip of whatever was in his red cup. He looked annoyed. Not at me, but Peter.
I wondered why he disliked Peter, but I didn't care. For me, I needed personal problems with people to genuinely dislike them. It was like a human condition logic in my mind. Even if they come off as snotty i just can't hate people if I just don't know them.