Chapter Eight

I Think So

After that I ran back into the dinning room, but, technically, it is not a dinning room because it is just a bunch of smelly men fighting over the last … uhmmm …what ever we are supposed to be eating. So…I ran into "the dinning room" and grabbed Elizabeth and ran out.

I guess she saw the look on my face. I was kinda happy, worried, uhmmmm, just about everything rolled up into one! "I have a tiny little problem," I told her.

"What is wrong?" she asked sympathetically.

"Well, nothing is WRONG, but I…I…I don't know!" I yelled getting frustrated.

"Well try to tell me." She said walking to the deck.

"Well, so…" And I told her EVERY little detail on what happened (you read that in the last chapter).

"It sounds like you really like Peter. Do you?"

"Yes!" I said twirling around and around holding my arms out like I was a little five-year-old in the rain.

Then she said I needed to go to bed. And I went, even though I didn't want to. Elizabeth was acting sort of motherly, and it was nice, but I was starting to wonder why.

When I went to my room I almost gagged! My room is right next to the kitchen, so whatever we have for dinner the smell ends up in my room. But before this it hasn't been that bad, except for tonight. So I thought the only two things to do were to sleep with the disgusting smell, or sleep on the deck. So I got my pillow and my thin little blanket and headed for the deck. By now, everyone was downstairs drinking and stuff. So there wasn't much noise. So I just made my little camp and stared at the stars until I fell asleep.

After I was asleep, Will walked by. I guess he felt sorry for what he did because then he went to his room and got his blanket. But when he came back, there was Peter, just sitting there. He was just staring at me; he had already put his blanket on me and tucked me into it. "Are you planning on staying there all night?" he asked Peter.

Peter made no sound, he just nodded. He didn't even look away. "Ok. You really like her don't you?" Will asked looking at me too.

Once again Peter nodded, but then suprisingly he said something, "Last night I told her I loved her."

Then Will sat down. " Are you sure you love her?"

"I'm pretty sure," he said looking at him for the first time.

"Do you mind if I stay with you a while?" Will asked expecting no answer.

"If you don't mind I'd rather be alone," Peter said in a sure but polite voice.

Shocked Will left without a word more.