Angie's POV
Peter never seemed to be a risk. I always trusted him simply because I just knew him. I knew him from the moment he came to Castanet with Hikari. When we were just kids. When we didn't have the urge to love. When everything was so simple. I miss that simple between us. Ever since we have started to "grow up" we also grow apart. I still trusted him though. I still do. But it's much more difficult, since I know he has touched Athena, he might have loved her. And every time I look in his eyes I feel that trust, but I also see Athena in them. I can picture her dancing for him, convincing him she is the most beautiful thing in the world. The thought sickens me. Athena has never liked me, and I have never really liked her either. Add Peter, the boy I've always loved just a little bit, to the train wreck that is Athena. Then, that's when my world falls apart.
But ever since our day at the beach, Peter has been dedicating his time to me instead of Athena. And I love every moment of it. Sometimes he comes to church with me, I mean most of our town all goes to the same mass, same church. But now he actually sits with me.
The first time he sat with me we sat near my Mom and Dad, Candace and Julius. He held my hand and my parents went nuts. I laugh at the thought of Mom's face turning red once she noticed our fingers intertwined. She deems it as "inappropriate for church." Yeah, my mom is that kind of traditional.
Now we sit in the back pews, while we laugh at my mom turning to observe us every so often. We practically slide away from each other on the slippery old wooden pews. While the second Mom directs her attention away from us, he's pulling me close and grinning with the cutest kind of humor.
It's those moments, which turn into memories I will try to preserve till the day I die. It's like there is the smallest bit of innocence in our rebellion of my Mom's wishes. We break the rules just enough to dip our feet in the lake of real danger. Just to have a chance to run away with glee.