"I want to go painting today" I sighed as Alice tied my hair in a braid
"Well we want to go shopping…." Alice smiled
"You've been shopping all weekend Alice…" Jasper chuckled from the arm chair
Alice shot a playful glare as Kate lay upside down on the bed and grinned.
"Why don't you go with Peter Char?" Kate asked menacingly
"You're speaking to him?" Jasper asking in slight astonishment
"Yes…I'm speaking to him…" I rolled my eyes
He raised both eyebrows before looking back down at his paper.
"Jasper seriously..you're not my dad..." I muttered
"I never said I was..."
"You're acting like him..."
"I haven't hurt anyone Charlotte..."
I felt the tears come to my eyes again as Alice snapped at him "Jasper! Watch what your saying"
I wiped the tears from my eyes "Just shut up Jasper"
I saw Kate shoot a protective glare at Jasper before biting a bit more off her croissant.
"We better take Jasper as punishment" Alice grinned evilly
Jasper moaned as Kate stuffed the remains of her croissant in her mouth before stands with Alice..
"Have fun shopping guys" I smiled
"We will!" Kate said running out the door
"Come on Jasper"
Jasper simply moaned in reply as he was dragged out the door by his tiny partner. I laughed to myself closing the door reaching for the phone. The ringing continued to echo through my head as Peter didn't answer his phone. I tried again.
"Hello?" Peter asked
"Hi…." I spoke shyly
"Hey Char…."
"WHY do you keep calling me that?"
"Cause its cute…"
"I'm far from cute…"
"You're cute when you're angry" he teased
I laughed slightly twiddling the phone cord between my fingers.
"So how are you" I asked
"Fine….you?"
"Good…"
"Where are the others?" I heard some movement
"Gone out….."
"And you didn't go with them?"
"Cause I wanted to go paint the Statue of Liberty..."
"Really? Can I come?"
"Sure...that's why I called"
I could practically hear him smile. I knew he wanted to see me paint, but he seemed to excited about coming to see me paint so what was he hiding.
"Cool! What time should I pick you up?"
"Half an hour? Maybe?"
"Sounds fine to me..."
"Okay...see you then"
"Yep..." he said with nervous tone before hanging up
I frowned. Now I knew he was hiding something. Something important. My stomach seemed to twist trapping the frantic butterflies. I got the feeling I always did when something big was going to happen. Problem was that I couldn't tell if this event was going to be a good or bad one. And that scared me. I sighed walking into the office to collect my watercolours and a blank canvas, on which anything could be created.