Your Boyfriend x y/n Whatever It Takes

Chapter Four *Edited*

We spent the first few minutes driving in silence. I was busy debating how to make the conversation normal when the glove box opens and possibly contains a knife. Thankfully it shouldn't be bloody since I prevented Peter from killing anyone, but no sane person should have a kitchen knife in their car glove box. 

Peter must have noticed my unnatural silence, he reached over and gently placed his hand on my thigh. "Hey, penny for your thoughts?" 

I groaned. "Noo that was so lame." And we laughed. "I think my great-grandpa used to say that to me when I was a kid." 

"That's fair, I think that saying is like 400 years old. Oh hey, Benny's sound good?" He asked pointing further down the road to a Benny's. "It's not gonna be a five star date but I'm starving."

"Same. Let's go." I'd be lying if I said that I didn't care that we were going here, honestly I kinda  wanted to get away from greasy diner food but frankly I'm so hunger it doesn't really matter at this point. I can get non greasy food for diner tonight. 

I can't say our date was as spectacular as our first one, not to mention that the food was less then subpar, Peter didn't seem too disappointed though once we got back in the van so I'd say it was a successful enough second date. I mean he paid, so that a win in itself.

Once back on the road we I played with the radio for a few minutes, then shut it off after realizing it was still early enough so they only had talk shows on. "God no one wants to hear you ramble." I muttered and yawned. Car rides make me so sleepy. 

Just then Peter drove over a railroad track and the glove box opens, revealing the knife. Thankfully without blood. "Woah what's that for? I don't know most people who keep kitchen knives in there car." I joked.

Peter simply reached over and closed the glove box back up. Thinking for a second before answering, "Oh it's mostly for self protection."

"Really? Why don't you get a pocket knife or something you can carry on you?"

"Oh I have on of those as well!" He said cheerily. Probably relieved I didn't kind it weird that he had the knife in his car. 

"Ohh, is it blue? Blue would match your pretty eyes!" I smiled, Peter blushed when I called his eyes pretty and I smiled wider.

"Actually, yeah the handle is." 

"I knew it!" I exclaimed and we laughed. "Aw man, when I was in high school I used to carry a screw driver around in my pocket for self defense. It was embarrassing!" I felt myself truing red telling him this. "We weren't aloud to carry weapons  but technically it wasn't a weapon. If the teachers knew I'm sure I would have been busted but damn everyone knew me as the kid that had a screwdriver." I groaned and shook my head back and forth. "I was such a lame teen!" We laughed again.

After telling each other our own lame stories I finally changed the subject and finally asked, "How far is your place anyway?" Not that I didn't already know. We were bound to have this conversation sooner or later.

"Well, about 3 hours, actually now about 2 and a half." He stated calmly, like it didn't faze him.

"3 hours!"

"I live rather far away from here, just as I like it. But oh, so far away from you. That's okay, the gas money is worth seeing you every day,"

"Wait a minute, did you have business here or something? Or do you drive three hours every day just for a flower shop?" 

Peter lets out an unnerving chuckle. It sends a shiver up my spine. I try to compose myself, this is fine, he didn't hurt anyone and he's not going to hurt me, right? "Oh, Y/n... I love you. But you're not very bright. Think about it the moment we met at the park, those times I saw you at the diner, how you would always leave your window closed no matter how many times I've opened it at night, your perfectly sized closet..."