THE FOLLOWING week, I saw little to none of Peter. Whenever I did, he always seemed to be wanting to go somewhere else, away from me. “Peter?” I called to him that Wednesday. I was standing at the bottom of a stairwell, and Peter was at the top. He continued climbing the stairs as though he didn’t hear me. I ran to meet him at the top. “Stop!” I ordered, putting my arms out so he couldn’t get past. “What do you need, Hana?” Peter sounded tired. “What’s been up with you lately?” “Hana…” Peter warned. “What? I’m not doing anything compared to the way you have been ignoring me all week!” “Sorry, I’ve just been… busy.” “With what?” “Nothing important to you.” “Oh really?” Peter sighed. “Really,” he pushed past me, but I wasn’t letting him go that easily. “Peter…” “What this time?” “You still haven’t told me.” “I just made a discovery, and it’s taking up all my time right now.” “Care to share your discovery with your belle?” He paused for a moment, considering my request. “No.” I gave him a look. “You can’t just hide everything from me.” “Yes, I can.” he pushed away from me, and stomped off. “Fine. Just fine. If that’s the way you want to play,” I muttered to myself. I walked off too, slumping under the imaginary weight just shoved onto my shoulders. My chores were done, and I was just sitting on my cot, thinking. I suddenly heard a knock at the door, and went to answer it. Peter was standing there with an apologetic look on his face. “I’m sorry, Sunshine.” My face broke into a smile. “It’s fine,” “Thank goodness,” he smiled too. “So…” He walked to my cot and sat down, motioning for me to sit on his lap. I, still not quite comfortable with that idea, sat next to him, and held both his hands in mine. “What was the discovery you made?” I prodded. “Oh, um…” “Why do you suddenly want to be friends with Bert?” “Um…” I laughed at his confused face. “You dare laugh at me?” “Yes. I dare.” He squinted at me, attempting to look intimidating. “Do you?” “Yes,” “I heard there will be a servant’s ball in a few days,” “Yes,” I answered again. “Do you want to go with me?” “Of course I do!” “Good.” Peter grinned, and put his hands at my waist, pulling me to him. I gasped, but my face melted into a smile. He bent his head, and kissed my lips. I smiled for half a second, enjoying the lightning sensation (for once), before kissing him back, leaning tremblingly into him. Pulling away, Peter held my gaze. I blushed and said the first thing that came to mind. “Do you usually like dancing?” Peter laughed. “No, but I don’t mind half as much when I’m with you.” “Thank you,” He kissed me again in reply.
I feel like Hana's chapters are always shorter than Louie's- Hehe. AAAANYWAYS... Glad you read this chapter, to be honest, it took me only an hour to write. Not very long. Hehe PEACE -Oreooooooooooo
