Hey guys sorry this took me so long. I finally finished everything to do with school…until next year :D yay! About time…well I am sorry this story hasn't been doing too great lately, I hope it gets better. It has been kind of forced, but I shall try harder!

Thank you Jerrychrys and Susan for commenting :D

Do we really need disclaimers? Does anyone really think that I own this? *sigh* I'll do it anyway. I do not own anything except for Peter and Serine XD

I knew that voice. It was a voice that I had never expected to hear again. My eyes widened as I turned to see that familiar face smiling and waving at me through the window.

I saw the green eyes, the curly sandy blonde hair, tanned skin, and dimples in his cheeks. It my best friend from Pennsylvania, the one who had been with me through all of the bad times. He was one of the main reasons I didn't want to move away.

"Peter!" I yelled.

I ran to open the door for him, and as soon as it was open, we charged each other and hugged. I was so happy to see my best friend, regardless of why he was here. We just hugged for a few minutes not speaking.

"Peter, what are you doing here?" I asked, still stunned

"I came to see you! I was so bored at home, I didn't know what to do" I laughed. Peter graduated early in the year, and now was waiting a year to start college. His parents were a little weary with this plan, but accepted it.

I hugged him again. "Come on, you're welcome here!" I pulled him up the stairs into my room.

We sat on my bed talking for hours. I told him about the school, and the people; how different they were. He told me about the people back in PA; how they haven't changed at all. I told him about all of the people who I had made friends with, but for some reason, I didn't tell him about Damon. We had lost track of time after a while, until I heard the door slam downstairs, and my dad yelled his greetings.

I was going to just ignore him, when he knocked on my door. I sighed, and got up to open it. My dad opened his mouth to speak, when he saw a boy…on my bed. Great.

"Who's that?" he asked, his face growing red.

"That's my friend from PA! He came to visit!" I exclaimed, trying to act as innocent as possible, as if nothing could have happened.

My father glared at Peter, who just innocently looked up at him.

He got up, and shook my dad's hand. "Hello sir, my name is Peter."

My dad still looked mad, and grumbled what sounded like a greeting. I may have not seen my dad in a while, but I still knew how he acted. There was only one thing I could do in this situation to stop my dad from freaking out. Distract him with other information he might enjoy.

"Hey daddy, a guy came over today and him and Tiffany traded phone numbers! He seemed to be about college age too…he's probably mature enough for her! Aren't you happy for her?" I smiled up at him with a toothy grin. He grumbled again and stomped back down the stairs.

I went back in my room, closing the door behind me. Peter and I made eye contact and just stared at each other, thinking of what just happened. Then, at exactly the same time, we burst out laughing. We were holding our sides, and crying from laughing so hard. Finally, after rolling on the ground for a few minutes, we caught our breath.

"We should probably go outside and get your stuff." I said, slipping on my sneakers. He nodded, and opened the door. We were secretly bringing his stuff in. My father would never allow me to have a boy in my room. We had him sneaking his stuff to the stairs, where I would throw it into my oversized closet. The closet was almost as big as the room itself, which wasn't big for a room, but big for a closet. After our 'ninja moves', as Peter called it, we set him up. He actually brought his mattress. Not the box spring, just the mattress, but still. That was a pain in the ass to sneak up here.

I didn't need the closet that much. I had a big old wardrobe, that was passed down from my mom's side of the family. It was very pretty.

I left Peter to put his clothes in an extra little old dresser that was here when I arrived. I sat down on my bed, and smiled at the ceiling.

"Dinner!" I heard Cheyenne yell up the stairs. After a minute or two, I heard two pairs of footsteps belonging to my step sisters going down the stairs, and I decided to go too. I knocked on the closet door. "Come in," he said. "Hey what's up?" he asked.

"I'm going down stairs for dinner, I'll sneak you something up." I smiled. After everything was upstairs, he had pretended to say goodbye, and he hid his truck in the woods behind our house somewhere. He then climbed up to my window from a tree. A very cliché way to do things, but it worked.

I did just as I had promised. I ate, speaking as little as possible, cleaned up, and brought up the pasta. I did homework while he ate. I still couldn't believe he was here. This was so great!

We both finished around the same time. I sat in the closet with him after that. He had made it pretty roomy. It had a radio, a clock, a few pictures, and a bunch of cds on top of the dresser. He had to duck a little when he walked in, because the bar for clothes was still there, but it was deal able.

"Your parents just let you leave? Just like that?" I asked. Now that the surprise of him being here was gone, I was thinking straight.

"I told them I was staying with a friend. I was going to ask you, and if you said no, I have a relative who offered me a room whenever I want. He's my cousin, and is honestly a little creepy." He told me, laughing.

I laughed with him. "Yeah, no offence, I've met your family…some of them could be quite creepy."

"Your family here is so…different than your mother and her family. How are you so relaxed?" he was curious, not teasing.

"I don't know. I don't understand it either. It is just kind of homey. Don't get me wrong, my family here irritates the hell out of me at times," we both thought of Tiffany and shuttered, "but I can ignore them."

He nodded, accepting this explanation. We just sat in a comfortable silence after that. Finally, I looked at the clock. It was almost ten thirty. Time for sleep.

"Hey, I've got to get to sleep. No one should be here tomorrow after ten, so u can venture then." I smiled at him. "I'll be back about three."

"Ok, good night Serine."

"Night, Peter. I'm really glad you came." I hugged him for the thousandth time today.

He hugged me back. "Me too Serine."

How was it? I think this is one of the better chapters from this story. Again, sorry this took so long…I hope this chapter makes up for it XD Please review! I'll update faster if I get more reviews…let's say if I get five, I'll do a week, if I get more than that, I'll try faster!