Entirely Different Person [PETER]

I was lost in a deep, peaceful slumber, the material I was on felt too comfortable to get up from. I hold my eyes shut, hoping that my brain would be so kind as to let me drift off to sleep once more. But of course, god will unfortunately continue to label me as his least favorite, as suddenly a cold breeze of air smacks me across the face, causing me to flutter my eyes open and let out a little shiver. 

I then realize I'm not in the comfort of my own house-- And Peter is not here. The soft material that I am laying on is not quite a material at all, but rather-- a woman's soft thighs. 

I jolted upright while I took a good look at my surroundings. I was wrapped in a nice, warm, fluffy blanket, on an unfamiliar couch that I did not recognize. It was a nice shade of a clad pink, and it felt like a soft pillow-- A pillow that I would usually never get up from, but right now was not the time to be complimenting a couch that I had no business laying on. 

I look up to see Sarah sleeping sweetly, looking like she was blessed by the Greek goddess, Aphrodite. She was exceptionally beautiful, no doubt. Her white, short hair, swooped to the side, showing off her pretty skin and face. Her eyelashes were long, and her sharp eyeliner that was there now turned into a smokey, smudged line, yet, she looked still so nice. She wore a light pink tank top, with a half black, half white heart on it. Haven't I seen that same heart somewhere before? 

I didn't put much thought into it as I kept observing. She was wearing black shorts, and her grayish-black thigh highs were covering her legs up. Her hoodie, thrown over the couch like it was nothing that important, and her boots, thrown by the door along with my shoes. I desperately try to remember what happened last night as I frantically look for my phone, blinking profusely in the process.

"Looking for this?" A tired female voice says from the other side of the couch. Sarah's gaze was intense, her eyes locked onto mines as she waved my cellphone around with her left hand, her right, rubbing the tiredness from her eyes. Her right hand then dropped to her lap as she opened her mouth to yawn, her eyes now closing. "Good morning, by the way." She tossed my phone to me. 

"What happened last night?" I asked her, my voice, panicky as I grabbed my phone, almost letting it fall out of my hands. I turned it on to see 1416 missed calls from Peter, 2 from TK, and 318 Text messages. Nope-- make that 319 now as Peter continued to text me. What the fuck? I quickly responded, skimming over all the 316 he had sent me-- expressing his worry as he frantically asked where I was. I was in shock. He had been calling me since the moment he discovered I left the house. Threatening to even call the cops if I didn't respond. I texted him that I was in fact safe and I slept over at a friends house, apologizing. I mean, where the hell else would I be? I expressed to him I'd be home soon. Yet, he kept calling and texting repeatedly, and quite frankly, I did not have the mental capacity to deal with this today. I felt like shit, and yes, I love Peter dearly, but I just couldn't do this right now. 

Sarah turned to me, her eyes widened in surprise. "Oh? Do you not remember?" She asked, tilting her head to the side as she wore a puzzled expression on her face. "Well, we did drink a lot. Nothing much, you didn't want to go home so I said you could spend the night at my place. We drank a bit, talked for a while, then fell asleep." She clarified it for me, as she lifted her arms up to stretch, kicking her legs out and arching her back. Throwing her head back as she groaned. 

I let out a sigh of relief as I discovered I didn't do anything reckless last night. She got up from the couch and stretched out her back. I decided to ask her now if she could drive me back home-- because the sooner the better. I don't want Peter to worry too much; in regards to my disappearance. "Hey Sarah, do you think that you could drive me home? That's only if you can! I don't want to be a nuisance." I manage to mutter out coyly. 

Sarah looks at me with a saddened expression, a frown tugging at her lips. "Are you sure you wouldn't want to stay for breakfast? We could do something else if you'd like." She seems really keen on the idea of me staying here, and I do too. But not in this state, where I have a million things running through my head and I have my loving boyfriend (Who's also a little overprotective?) calling me the whole night nonstop. 

"I would love to, really," I mustered out. My face, turning into a nervous painting. "My boyfriend, he's just really protective over me, and he's wondering about where I am... surely you understand right?" I try to reason with her, but her face still disagrees with me. 

She lets out a deep sigh as she looks out the window. "Alright, I'll take you there. Just let me brush my teeth." She walks away to a room in which I assume is her bathroom, leaving me alone with my horrid thoughts as reality comes crashing down in an instant. 

I pull out my phone-- Peter was still calling, but I am honestly too tired to care.  I go to TK's DM. 

Hey! Call me when you can. 

We should meet up.

I assume you're busy, I'll leave you be for now.

Jeez, why does everyone only call and text me when I'm busy? I answer their texts with a simple,

Ok, what time? And sorry, I was a little busy.

It doesn't take long as they immediately text me back with,

I'll come over tonight-- make sure your boyfriend isn't near. Please.

The words almost make my heart sink all the way down to my ass. I have so many questions. My fingers go to type, but I only end up with a singular, "Ok." 

I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding, as Sarah comes back from the bathroom. She's now wearing a pink hoodie, fluffy white slippers, and her hair is combed as she swings her car keys around her index finger. She nods her head to the door, signaling me to get up. I quickly get up, sliding on my converse and hopping on one foot out the door while I struggle to put the other one on. Sarah's already heading down the stairs. She yells out for me to hurry up in a playful tone, but all I can do is make an exaggerated groan in response.

She has a pink jeep, (why am I not surprised?) really only big enough for two, but people can sit in the back if you push the front seats up first. I gave her my address as we proceeded to drive.

The car ride was fun, we laughed the whole way to my house and joked about complicated situations we were in, and how life in school was. She had an anime phase, and she says she has figurines and manga scattered all around her room, along with posters and plushies. And I told her about my ALT phase, and how she giggled at it. She told me she had a brother, but she doesn't have the best relationship with him. I told her that I hoped that her and her brother could reconcile one day-- and make up.

When we got to my house, we were greeted by a stomping-angrily-back-and-forth Peter by the front door. When he saw the pink jeep arrive, it was almost like I saw his heart shatter, and I don't know why. Sarah stopped the car while Peter just stared in utter shock, his eyebrows furrowing when he saw Sarah. She opened the door for me, held my hand as she helped me out. 

We stopped in front of Peter, as their gazes bore into each other.

If looks could kill they would both be dead. 

Nothing could've prepared me for what came out of Sarah's mouth.

"Hi, my brother."

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