(Y/N's POV)
I was finally done helping Peter unpack, and I headed into my room. I looked downstairs to see my Dad watching Football.
"Y/N, can you sing to me?" Peter asked, tugging at my arm. "And can I sleep with you tonight?" I turned around and saw he was giving me puppy dog eyes, so I nodded and smiled.
"Peter, you're in fifth grade," I snickered, "and you want to sleep with me." I kissed his forehead and picked him up.
"I don't care. It'll be our secret. Right?" He hugged me tight, looking up at me and smiling.
"Of course. Now why don't I sing to you, then we get ready and set stuff up for school tomorrow?" He nodded, and got out of my arms. He ran into my room, jumping on my bed.
I got my guitar out, sitting on my bed. I started humming and strumming my guitar at the beginning.
I've never so adored you
I'm twisting allegories now
I want to complicate you
Don't let me do this to myself
I'm chasing roller coasters
I've got to have you closer now
Endless romantic stories
You never could control me
Well I never really thought that you'd come tonight
When the crown hangs heavy on either side
Give me one last kiss while we're far too young to die.
Far too young to die
Far too young to die
Fixation or psychosis?
Devoted to neurosis now
Endless romantic stories
You never could control me
Well I never really thought that you'd come tonight
When the crown hangs heavy on either side
Give me one last kiss while we're far too young to die.
Well I never really thought that you'd come tonight
When the crown hangs heavy on either side
Give me one last kiss while we're far too young to die.
Far too young to die
Far too young to die
Well I never really thought that you'd come tonight
When the crown hangs heavy on either side
Give me one last kiss while we're far too young to die.
Far too young to die
I finished singing, and placed my guitar back in its case. Peter was clapping, and smiling like an idiot.
"You should really be a singer, sissy. You're great at singing." I shook my head and picked him up, placing him on the floor.
"You know how introverted I am. Plus, my Australian accent sounds weird when I sing." I snickered, putting my backpack on my dresser.
Peter rolled his eyes, "Whatever. I'm going to pick my clothes out." He ran off to his room. I opened my dresser, getting a grey hoodie, black skinny jeans, white converse, and a white beanie. I ran off to the bathroom to take a quick shower. "Hurry up! Y/N!" Peter yelled from outside the door. I simply rolled my eyes and got out, putting my pajamas on. I opened the door, "Took you long enough." Peter shoved past me.
"Love ya too." I laughed, walking into my bedroom. I grabbed a book, The Outsiders. That was probably my favorite book ever.
I heard a knock on my door, and I opened it, revealing my dad-who looked pissed. "Did I hear singing?" He spoke gruffly, staring down at me with hatred in his eyes.
I felt a lump form in my throat, "N-no." I saw Peter coming out of the bathroom, my eyes went wide. I shook my head, motioning him to go to his room. He zoomed into his room, slamming the door. My dad turned around and started heading towards Peters' room, but I stoped him. "D-dad, st-stop! Dad stop!" I yelled at him, getting thrown into the wall.
"Don't. Ever. Talk. To. Me. Like. That. Again." He spoke with each kick to my stomach. He spit on my weak body, "Pathetic." He walked off to his room.
Peter came rushing out, helping me up, "I'm so sorry, sissy." He hugged me, trying to cheer me up.
I smiled weakly, "It's alright Buddy, nothing to worry about. Let's get to bed." I picked him up, carrying him to my room.
"Goodnight, Peter." I turned off the light, closing and locking the door. I got into bed, tucking us both in.
"Night, sis." He snuggled into my chest, dozing off-as did I.
