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velveteenwolf) wrote2014-06-27 10:48 pm
velveteenwolf) wrote2014-06-27 10:48 pm
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PSL: Fire Moon
It was pretty much just another day. Roman had been over, and they'd had beers and cigarettes, and they'd laughed and talked and all that superficial shit. Peter teased the blonde that was like part of the family by now with that roguish grin on his mouth. It was almost normal. Almost, because whenever Peter and Roman were within ten feet of one another, there was that tension. That way the air pulled taut, like things not being talked about like some fucking elephant in the room, or whatever the cute phrase was for it. Peter watched Roman as he left through the window of the trailer, that cherry red, ridiculous, gorgeous car pulling away.
He could feel her looking at him, but he swallowed, and instead looked down at the can of beer in his hands. Peter was very good at not dealing with shit, especially when it fell under the umbrella of things that required talking, but he also knew her well enough to know that she would not put up with his shit. Lynda might let him dodge questions, but his pseudo-sibling was in no way nearly as tolerant. Lynda was over at Destiny's and so he sighed, letting the beer can drop and looked over at her, as if he could somehow beat her to it.
"Shit. C'mon, it's nothing, alright?"
Liar, liar.
He could feel her looking at him, but he swallowed, and instead looked down at the can of beer in his hands. Peter was very good at not dealing with shit, especially when it fell under the umbrella of things that required talking, but he also knew her well enough to know that she would not put up with his shit. Lynda might let him dodge questions, but his pseudo-sibling was in no way nearly as tolerant. Lynda was over at Destiny's and so he sighed, letting the beer can drop and looked over at her, as if he could somehow beat her to it.
"Shit. C'mon, it's nothing, alright?"
Liar, liar.