Over the Years
Part ten
Disclaimer: Not mine! Never has been, never will be. How sad…
PETER
Okay, this friendship thing is a lot harder than I thought. I try, I really do, but I cant stop the thoughts that are running through my head.
It doesn't help that Claire has the same thoughts in her head…thoughts that I can hear very loudly.
"Let's watch a movie!" Claire said one night when we were at my apartment.
I smirked at her. "What movie?"
She shrugged. "I don't care. Anything. I'm just bored."
I rolled my eyes. She was always bored. And I said so.
She laughed. "I know! But there has to be something to do…"
I sighed and looked down at the movies I had piled beside my t.v. "Claire, I think we've watched all of my movies…"
She frowned as she looked at the pile. "Damn, I think you're right."
I laughed at the saddened look on her face. "So what now?"
She shrugged and sat on the couch. "I'm out of ideas."
I laughed at her once again. "Come on Claire. You have to know some other idea than watching t.v."
Well, I could just start making out with you, but that doesn't seem really appropriate right now…
I tried to ignore that thought as I heard it. Come on Peter, just act like you didn't hear it…
"Yeah, that might be a bad idea." Damn. Why did my mouth seem to have a mind of its own?
Claire blushed and looked down at her hands. "Sorry." She muttered. Not really.
"Claire." I said disapprovingly.
"I'm working on it!" She snapped. I couldn't help but laugh. God, he's hot when he laughs…Damn, don't tell me that he head that…
"Guilty." I said, smiling once again. "And thank you." Just stop thinking these thoughts, Claire. It's hard enough already.
"Sorry." She muttered again. She moved so her legs were in my lap and her head was resting on the arm rest. "So what can we do?"
I groaned. "Don't tell me that we are going to have this conversation again!"
Well you wont consider doing anything else.
I gave her a look and she blushed once again, and looked down at the floor. "Once again…sorry."
I sighed. "Claire, it's hard enough having my own thoughts about us in my head, I don't need yours in there as well."
Claire froze, and then I realized what I said. Oh shit…
"What do you mean, you have your own thoughts about us?" Claire asked slowly, moving to sit up.
I felt myself blush slightly. "Claire, I'm still a guy. No matter who you are-"
"Peter, I'm sick of this niece and uncle crap!" Claire snapped. "We met a year ago! You don't feel like an uncle to me." You REALLY don't feel like an uncle to me…
I swallowed hard. Really hard. "Claire, it doesn't matter if we see each other like that. It is how it is-"
"No." Claire snapped. "It is how we make it."
I frowned at her. "What does that mean?"
She leaned towards me and I froze. If she wanted this, I wasn't going to stop her…it was too hard trying to stop it anyway…