Crime Of Passion

Her laugh echoed through the whole park. "Come on," my face burned, "It's not that funny." She pursed her lips as she stifled another giggle. I was unbelievably uncomfortable. "Yes it is," she grinned, "I would've loved to see you in green tights." She giggled again.

Yes, I told her the stupid story about how I played Peter Pan in a musical back when I was in grade school. "God," my hands met my face, "Why'd I tell you that?" I chuckled at myself. This proves that I would do anything to make her happy. Why would a person as selfish as me want to make another human being happy? I didn't sound like myself, and that scared me. "Don't be embarrassed," she put her hand on my arm, "It's hilariously adorable."

I kept my hands on my face as I shook my head. I felt her head meet my shoulder as she began to laugh again. My face wouldn't stop burning. God, she made me a mess. Well, a bigger mess than I already was. "I'm sorry," she shook her head, pressing her forehead against my shoulder. I heard another laugh get caught in her throat; it kind of sounded like a coughing noise.

I've never really payed attention to her laugh. It was light and airy, as well as contagious. When she would laugh her whole face would light up.. Every inch of it. I loved how when she smiled her dimples became more noticeable. I also loved how when she smiled you could see the tiny little gap in between her two front teeth. Quite Frankly, I loved everything about her. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," I waved her apology off. I didn't care that she was laughing at me, as long as she was laughing I was content.

She sat up, her eyes darting around as she tried not to smile. I wanted her head back on my shoulder, without it there it made my arm feel naked. "No," I heard her whine. I snapped out of my daydream quickly and turned to look at her. Her phone was in her shaky hands, a cute little pout stuck on her pretty face. "Does he want you home?" I asked. I could tell it was her brother by her facial expression and how mad her eyes looked.

"Yeah," she closed her phone and pushed it back into her pocket, "But I'm not going home." Her eyes seemed to be glossed over with tears. "Wouldn't that make everything worse?" If he was mad and wanted her home, she should go home. It would only make things between them worse if she stayed with me. I didn't know why her and her brother were always fighting. She never talked about why. Of course I didn't ask about it, it wasn't my business.. That doesn't mean I wasn't worried.

"I don't care," she sighed, "I need a break from him." You could tell she was anxious by how her hands kept searching for something to grab. I wanted to give her my hand, but it was obviously not the time for flirting. "Are you sure?" I kept pushing. I didn't want her doing something she'd regret. She chewed on her bottom lip while nodding, her arms anxiously crossed in front of her chest. "I'm positive," she laid a shaky hand on my knee, "You got any more stories to tell me?"

Her eyes begged for me to change the subject. Even though I wanted to question her more on the subject, I knew she wasn't in the mood for it. "Of course," I did the best that I could to smile, "I've got a few involving Mikey." She giggled, a cheap grin glued to her not-so-chapped lips. "Alright," she nodded, "Let's hear it."
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Are you alright?

I anxiously pressed the send button. I sat on my bed worrying about Elly. When she dropped me off she seemed frightened, like she was scared to drive home by herself. Ever since then all these scenarios spun around in my mind. What if she got hurt, or kicked out? I didn't care if this made me look stupid, I wanted to make sure she wasn't in a bad place.

I'm okay, quit worrying about me.

I sighed as I looked down at the tiny screen displaying her message. I didn't believe she was okay, not for a second. I knew she was scared shitless and for all I know she could be physically hurt. She was my friend, if you could even call her that, and it worried me that she had this crazy psychopath of a brother.

You can always come here if you need anything.

I chewed on the inside of my cheek, flipping my phone around in my hands. I was exhausted.. I couldn't wait to go to sleep. But, I needed to stay up and make sure everything was good with Elly. I was becoming more obsessed, more attached to her. What would happen if she hurts me? Would I kill her? I couldn't, no, I wouldn't. I knew she wouldn't hurt me, but that didn't settle the anxiety that was eating away at my brain.

Get some rest, Peter Pan.

I couldn't help but laugh at the text. God, I envied how clever she was.

Goodnight, then, Wendy.

Notes

Hi, here's a short update for you all! Hopefully it meets your expectations, it was kind of rushed. I know I say that in many of my author's notes, but I've been super busy this 'summer.' On top of having events with family, I started another job. Life's been quite hectic, but that doesn't stop me from updating. I have some more tricks up my sleeves involving this story, so stick around! Comment, update, subscribe! Thank you!
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Pixie (punkpixie)