Over the Years

Part seven

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Authors note: THANK YOU to those who reviewed. I'm going to continue this story for now!

CLAIRE

"Claire you're nineteen years old! You are not moving with Peter to Las Vegas!" Nathan yelled, glaring down at me.

"Why not?"

"Why would you?!" Nathan yelled back. "He's your uncle Claire!"

I glared at him. "I'm aware of that, thank you."

"Do you really?" Nathan asked. "He got a new job. He's getting on with his life. What even makes you think he would want you with him? He's moving across the country!"

"He told me he wants me with him!" I snapped.

Nathan froze, then spoke harshly. "I think its time you grew up Claire, unlike my brother. You haven't gone to college, you haven't done anything with your life! Just because your uncle is moving across the country doesn't mean you can go with him!"

"He's my best friend!" I yelled.

"HE'S YOUR UNCLE!" Nathan growled.

I glared at him, he glared back. "I'm not paying for you to go with him.

"I didn't ask you to!" I snapped. "And I'm not even asking your permission! I'm telling you I'm going!"

Nathan glared at me, then turned and went into his office, slamming the door behind him as he went. My chest tight, I grabbed my coat off of the door and went outside, then walked to Peters.

He opened the door, took one look at my face, then pulled me into a hug. "You told him didn't you?"

"He's so mad, Peter." I muttered to him, tears running down my face.

I felt him take a deep breath. "Claire, you know as well as I do that this is it."

That I did know. We could either move to Las Vegas, where nobody knew us, and pretend we were like any other couple, or we could stay here and never be any more than what we are now.

"We are leaving Peter." I said softly. "I love you and I'm sick of asking like we are just -"

"I know." Peter told me softly. He looked around his apartment. "We might as well start packing up my things. We can get your when we are done."

I nodded and pulled away from him. We started working in silence. "What do you want to bring?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. What do we need?"

I smirked at him. "Considering what I have? Everything."

He laughed, and threw some books into an open box. "Then pack everything."

I frowned. "Peter…"

He rolled his eyes, smirking at me. "What do you want me to say, Claire?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I just don't want to pack everything."

"And why is that?"

"Because," I said dramatically, "then I have to unpack everything when we get there!"

He laughed at me. "That's usually the way things work."

I frowned. "Well I don't like it."

He came over and wrapped his arms around my waist. I put mine around his neck and smiled up at him. "I don't care." He smirked, leaning down to kiss me. I kissed him back and put my legs around his waist, then the unthinkable happened.

The door of Peter's apartment burst open and Nathan charged in. "Peter what were you thinking letting Claire-" He broke off and stared at us.

I dropped to the floor my eyes wide. Peter looked at his hands on my waist, then moved them quickly. Nathan was still staring. "What the hell…"

"Nathan-" Peter started.

Nathan looked at me, then Peter. "Don't talk to me. Either of you." He glared at me. "Have fun in Las Vegas." He looked at both of us in disgust, then walked out the door.

"Nathan!" Peter yelled, then he ran after him. I felt tears well in my eyes and sank onto the couch.