Your the peanut to my butter
(The Barlows are all getting together before Carla and Peter go on there holiday to Ireland.)
"Love are you done yet?You've been in there for ages."Peter moaned.
"Sorry if I wanna make a efort for your parents,I mean they loved Leanne,they're gunna hate me."I said.
"Aww honey you know your the peanut to my butter,but seriously its the Barlows not the flaming oscars."He reminded me.
I rolled my eyes,before placing the blusha brush back into my make up bag.
I was wearing a pastel dress,black heels and some hair was curled and i had smokey eyes and cherry red lips.
"One word honey,WOW!"He said,taking my hand and leaving.
I stepped into my black mercedes,Peter following me.
After the meal
"Are you ready to go to Ireland honey,Its us against the world!"Peter said,lifting up his heavy brown suitcase.I practised my Ireland accent quickly.
"Love don't take this the wrong way,but you sound more Australien than anything."Peter admitted.
I hit him with my pillow.
"Lets get going we only have a few hours."I reminded Peter.
We then got into the taxi that was waiting patiently were really leaving weatherfield,starting afresh.I had always dreamed of this,finally my dreams are coming true.
I stared out the window,there was so many bad memories here in weatherfield,maby I could actually live the life I had wanted to for my entire life,maby just maby I could live the fairy tale life.