thief | peter kavinsky

ten

Cody came over the next afternoon. I had gotten over Peter that morning. I did a lot of thinking and quite a lot of crying. But I finally understood that it was better if we were out of each other's lives.

It may seem a little dramatic to you, but I absolutely hated losing people. Friends, objects, people, animals– anything. I had lost my father before, I refused to do it with anything else. But I let Peter slip through my fingers because I fucked everything up. Just like with my dad.

I looked like a complete train wreck so you could see how embarrassing that was. I was in my pajamas– an orange sweater and black shorts– when I opened the door. He was dressed nicely with his hair combed to the side. Quite dashing.

"Hi." I breathed out, giving a smile.

After everything, Cody was still the one I loved. He always will. I don't think I'll ever get over this boy, no matter what I do. It's the sad reality that I needed to get over.

"Hi." His sweet voice made me fly right then and there.

"So you've got a lacrosse scholarship? That's amazing, Cody. I'm so proud of you." My mother says, passing the dumplings his way.

Alyssa drooled over Cody, as usual. She was so young, why was she thinking about boys? I couldn't bash her about it since I did it almost everyday of my life. Cody was extra polite and his manners were insane– he really wanted to make it up to me.

"Why did you come?" I ask Cody whilst doing the dishes.

"We need to talk." He acknowledges, passing me a plate.

We went up to my bedroom. He snuggled into my blanket but all I could see was Peter's shivering body that night. I shook it out and prepared myself for this speech.

"I'm sorry." He sighs, "I was really nervous that night– which is no excuse, at all. I got a little drunk because I thought it would help with the nerves. I never expected. . ."

I walk over to the bed and sit next to him. He was genuinely sorry for what he had done. That's one of the things I loved about Cody, he was a good kid. He was never insincere. When he did something wrong he felt it.

"It's alright." I forgive. "But why were you nervous?"

"Erm." He clears his throat, "I was going to ask you something."

My hand freezes on his shoulder and he notices. He looks down at my dead, cold hand. I retract it quickly and laugh nervously.

"That isn't a good sign." He says, deflated.

I shake my head. "No, no. Go on."

"Nah, never mind." He chuckled.

Why did I have to be so awkward? What if he asked me to the ski trip? What if he asked something really important? I groaned internally.

Cody left shortly after that. I was bored out of my mind, usually me and Peter would call each other around this time. It sucked not having that doofus around, he was starting to grow on me.

Mom said that people come and go in your life for a reason. Some relationships were temporary and some were forever. Even so, I had the hardest time losing anything. I lost my contacts the other day and cried for an hour. I was very emotional when I was alone.

The hardest part would be school. I didn't need to worry about that since it was Saturday. I'll have tomorrow to stress, but right now I'll just work on my music. It always helps.

So I sat and wrote a song. A song about a temporary relationship. A song about a beautiful, curly-haired boy named Peter.