Author's Note: First off, thank you BeautifulxDreamer and bananas.eat.grapes for your awesome reviews. I honestly didn't think ANYBODY would review seeing as though it took me so long to update. Second off, I wasn't planning on updating so quickly, but I was bored one night so I typed up chapter three and decided to post it. So, if you like it, thank boredom? Third off, I had Emma sing the song "Rather Be With You" by Vanessa Anne Hudgens out-loud is because those lines best reflect how Emma is feeling towards Sean, if you didn't get it. And, umm, I think that's about it -- the last thing is, though, I hope I'm doing a good job at writing Emma and Sean's relationship, since they aren't my favorite couple. (Spaige is.) But, Semma/Eman is definitely in my top three. :)
Chapter Three
"I rather be with you, baby," I softly sung aloud, as I sat comfortably in my porch chair. I held the top of my light pink nail polish bottle in my hand as I slowly, but surely, finished the rest of my pointer fingernail. "You know what you're doing to me. Yeah, you're the one, the only one that sets it all on fire," I continued to sing to the song that was playing on my iPod.
"Hey Em," a loud voice spoke to me, causing me to jump, since it was boomed over the music coming from my headphones. When I looked up at the face the voice belonged to, I felt my heart sink into my stomach. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" Peter questioned me, a smile on his face. He pulled the plastic chair that rested next to the one I was in closer to his body and took a seat in it. "I tried calling you last night, but Spike said you were out."
Nervously, my hands traveled up to my head and I removed my headphones from my ears. Sickness quickly began to take over my body, as I remembered the kiss I shared with Sean the night before. Peter didn't deserve to be treated like this, he didn't deserve a girlfriend like me. Looking over at him, seeing him smile at me, I couldn't bare to tell him about Sean. Peter was amazing through all of my drama, and for me to shatter his heart wouldn't be fair of me.
"Oh, I went over to Liberty's," I replied to him, twisting my body so that I could look at him, a glowing smile on my face. "She wasn't feeling well, so I thought I should bring her over some soup, you know me," a laugh escaped out of my mouth, "always trying to help people." I felt my stomach do a cartwheel and turned away to gaze at the street, instead of my facing the person I was secretly hurting.
Peter grinned and leaned in closer to me. I knew what he wanted, he wanted to kiss my lips, the same ones I used to kiss Sean with. "If you really wanted to help other's," he seductively whispered into my ear. "You'd kiss me. A kiss from you always helps me."
"What do you need help with?" I turned the tables on him, by changing the subject. I couldn't kiss him, not after what I had done. Even if Peter was my boyfriend, and not Sean, I couldn't help help but feel more connected to Sean than Peter. No matter what, Sean would always be my first and only love, and I couldn't ignore it this time.
A sigh came out of his mouth, and he backed off of me. "My parents are fighting again," he semi-explained to me. There was sadness in his voice, which made me feel even worse for what had happened. "My mom wants full custody, but my dad won't let her. And, I have to hear it all, since it's about me. I don't want to choose between my parents, you know?"
"Oh, Peter," I cried, throwing my arms around his body. He rested his head on my shoulder, as I lightly patted his back. Everyone thought of Peter as a cruel teenaged boy with no feelings whatsoever, especially after what he did to Manny, but after dating him, I realized he was much more than his supposed label. "I'm really sorry. That must suck. Is that why you called me last night?"
He broke away from me and sat straight up. "Yeah," he answered, regaining his composuer. "It's no big deal, though. They fight all the time, it doesn't mean anything," he reminded me, for what seemed like the millionth time since I had the pleasure of being in the same room with them together. I only nodded my head and blew on my nails, so that they would dry faster.
We stayed in place for the next couple of minutes, as I stared down at my unfinished nails and as Peter glanced around my whole street, taking it in as if he had never seen it before. Suddenly, he began to talk, but I found myself interrupting him. "Manny and I have to baby-sit tonight," he informed him, not thinking of what I was saying. "So, I should probably go inside and decide what's appropriate for Jack to watch."
"Oh," Peter uttered, clearly disappointed in what I had told him, but then lit up. "Hey, do you think I could baby-sit with you two? I'm not real sure how I am with babies, but you could show me how to take care of them. Plus, we could have a lot of fun," he hinted with me.
I rolled my eyes and stood up out of my seat, picking up my iPod and headphones in the process. "Peter, you can't help baby-sit. Manny and I have plans to watch a lot of chick flicks and eat a ton of ice cream. And, anyway, I know what you're hinting at, and I'm not ready for it, especially in a house with Manny and my little brother." I moved across the porch and over to my front door. "But, I'll call you, okay?" Without waiting for a response, I walked inside my house and closed the door, leaving Peter sitting on my porch alone.