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Chapter Four(part one)-Sammy, and Kaytee- Love and Labels.

After sitting a for few more moments, I eventually went into the home, my stomach growling fiercely as I was reminded I never actually ate anything today. I was famished. Running into the dining room, I thought of the first food that came to my mind, digging in as I plopped down into the chair. I looked up, feeling eyes on me, and it wan't until now that I realised that everyone was here for dinner. Swallowing loudly, I wiped my mouth.

“Hey?” I said, though it came out like a question. Everyone had different looks upon their faces, ranging from sympathy, to worry, to anxiousness.

“What?” I asked exasperatedly, making them all look down and continue eating. I looked over to Dad, sending him a questioning look. His eyes connected with mine, before looking back down and pushing a shiny silver plate towards me. I frowned in confusion before picking it up and looking at my reflection.

Well, this explains all the looks, I mentally sighed. My eyes were extremely red and puffy, my hair tangled and sticking out in random places. I was also still sopping wet from the rain.

All in all, I looked like crap.

Shrugging, I set the plate back down and continued eating, trying to ignore the constant glances and staring, but eventually I had enough. I slammed my plate down and stood up abruptly, my chair squealing back behind me.

“Why don't you paint a dang picture, it'll last longer.” I growled to them, before stomping back into my room.

“Just leave him, it's been a long day.” I heard my Dad murmur to someone behind me as I buried my face into the pillow, letting sleep over take me before the sobs could come back again.

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***_KAYTEE'S P.O.V_***

If I had to give a list of my favorite feelings, this would be one of the top five.

Birds chirping quietly in the distance as they woke up, a warm, light breeze swishing lazily through the glass-less windows, the steady thumping of Peter's heart under my ear while he softly stroked my hair as I slept...

Bliss.

I smiled, opening my eyes to see his beautiful green ones, his smile greeting my own.

“Good morning.” I said happily.

“It is now that you're awake.” he said , making me roll my eyes and laugh.

“Wow. You know that was extremely cheesy, right? How long have you been saving that one up, huh?” I teased with a smirk, and he feigned hurt.

“I'm offended that you think so lowly of me. Can't I come up with nice things to say to you on the spot?” he asked, faking tears. I patted his head and kissed his cheek.

“Does that make it better?” I cooed, and he sniffled, nodding his head.

“Good boy.” I pecked his lips and sat up from where I was layed across his chest stretching briefly before getting off of the bed. I walked over to where my clothes had been thrown on the floor, blushing as I remembered how they got there. Peter's weren't far from mine, so I picked them up too. Quickly slipping my clothes over my body, I tossed his over to him, laughing when I saw him pout.

“Why are we getting dressed? Have something planned for today?” he asked, standing up before putting his pants on. I nodded, combing my fingers through my dimly glowing hair, not meeting his eyes.

“Yeah, I was thinking, maybe we could drop by the hospital once more?” I said hopefully as he adjusted the vines that made his outfit. He frowned, giving me a doubtful look.