Peter rubbed his forehead.
Where am I? How did I get down here?
He glanced around at his surroundings and noticed that he was in an alley sitting on the ground up against a brick wall. He felt very light headed and was trying to figure out what was going on.
I must have fainted, but why?
Then Peter heard an all too familiar verbal exchange. He tilted his head up and saw a window. He felt like he was going to be sick. Moments before he had witnessed his boyfriend, the love of his life, Davy interlocked in a kiss with none other than Daisy. This was a nightmare. There was no time to think about anything more though because Peter heard the door next to him start to creak open.
"Thanks again, Mr. Buchanan," Peter heard Davy call out.
Peter scrambled up even he was still feeling woozy and bolted in the opposite direction of home. The last thing he needed was for Davy to accidentally see him or catch up to him, especially since Peter could tell that he was moving slower than normal right now. It was difficult to tell though because besides the light headedness all Peter felt was numb. He could only tell he was moving because stationary objects seemed to be going past him at a slower rate than usual.
There were no emotions present right now and Peter decided that it was in his best interest right now to keep it that way. No emotions meant no pain and no pain meant that things were okay…Right? It seemed like the best idea was to keep moving even though the destination was unclear. When Peter arrived at the right place he would know. It would give him time to get himself together so he knew what his plans would be once he went back home.
He had to go back home eventually and face things. No one knew where he was at so Peter assumed nobody would be too concerned with how long he had been gone. Especially Davy, he thought. Nope, Peter quickly buried that thought deep inside. He was not ready for this yet. So he continued to walk aimlessly through the streets that were growing darker.
"Excuse me, sir, can I help you?" a snooty voice asked.
Peter was startled and banged his hands on the piano keys in front of him.
He had wandered into a hotel that had a piano bar inside. The bar was closed for another 20 minutes and Peter saw no one around and decided to start playing what was in his heart. A melancholy tune began to spread to the corners of the hotel and guests were flocking into the bar to listen, even though the lights were still off and there was a velvet rope in front of the door. Peter hadn't even noticed that a crowd had enveloped the space; he was too caught up in the music. Which is why he was alarmed when the concierge approached him.
Peter looked around the room at the patrons all waiting with bated breath for him to continue. "I'm sorry. I don't know how I got here."
"Are you a guest here?" the concierge demanded.
"No, I guess I just wandered in."
"Well, then I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
Peter nodded and stood from the piano bench. Several guests began applauding him. Peter was embarrassed and his cheeks began to turn crimson. He hadn't meant for anyone else to hear him; music was just the best way to get things out of his system. A man shoved a 20 dollar bill in Peter's hand and he absently took it as he wandered to head down back onto the street.
It was now fairly dark outside. By time Peter made it home it would likely be pitch black outside, although there was a full moon to light his way home. Peter realized he had walked farther than he had noticed and it was going to take a good 45 minutes to walk home. That was okay because he hadn't thought of anything at all; an excuse as to his whereabouts, why he was so down, or what in the hell he was going to do about Davy.
He shuffled along the sidewalk and allowed himself to replay the scene that had brought on this turmoil. There was Davy in his memory washing dishes, splashing a blond, and…No it was too much to watch that scene over again in his mind. Peter shook his head hoping that the memory would fall out and be left behind.
What could he do about this? There were so many options. Pretend nothing happened and let Davy keep cheating on him in the hope that he will realize how much he appreciates Peter. Not a chance, Peter couldn't play a dummy that well. Confront Davy and see what he has to say for himself. Peter didn't think he had the stomach for that at the moment. Just break it off quick like a band aid. That would be messy; there were too many moving parts with the band. And besides that Peter still loved Davy.
This is a living nightmare.
Peter ran his hands down the length of his face. Suddenly he heard the familiar sound of gunfire. Peter ran into an entryway of a building and peeked outside the window in fear. People tended to fire guns at him and his friends often for various reasons, but off the top of his head he couldn't think of anything they had done lately. That's when he heard another recognizable sound and saw a car sputtering and smoking as it tried to make its way down the road.
Peter put his hand to his chest in an effort to ease the heart palpitations. To think, he had such a reaction to something that he wasn't even sure of…That's was it! If Peter wasn't even sure of the difference between a gunshot and a car backfiring, then how could he be sure his eyes weren't deceiving him before? Plus he had fainted, and how could he know for certain that his mind hadn't made the last bit of that Davy/Daisy situation up? His mind could very well be playing tricks on him.
Peter emerged from the entryway and quickened his pace back home. His mind was already racing with ideas and possibilities. He was going to lay low and investigate this further. Hopefully, he wouldn't give anything away. Peter remembered though that he had kept this crush a secret initially for quite some time. He was able to keep this development inside for the long haul. A feeling of hopefulness welled up inside him, he yearned to be wrong.
