TROUBLE! ━ TASM.

twelve.

    The next morning, Violet woke up to gentle kisses along her cheekbones, and automatically she groaned. She reached out with a hand to push away Peter's face, rolling over on her side and turning her back to him. Her eyes closed, and she didn't want to leave her nice dreamworld just yet.

"Violet," he groaned, draping his arm over her stomach to pull her back to his chest and burying his face in her neck. "It's time to get up. Breakfast and stuff." His voice dropped to a whisper as he placed soft kisses behind and below her ear. "Please, darling. Usually I'm the one that doesn't want to get up."

Her head tilted away from him, deeper into the pillow as she hummed softly. "It feels way too early. Can't we just stay in for a bit? I don't have a first period today." Rolling back over to face him, she let herself sink into his touch, burying her face in his neck and enjoying the warmth that radiated off of his bare chest.

A chuckle came from deep in his throat, and she felt it rumble in his chest. "It's the normal time, and I still have a first period. As much as I love laying with you, we can continue this early tonight. As soon as we get home. I have nothing else to do," he mused, his fingers tracing up and down the curve of her spine.

She sighed, pulling back and looking up at his deep brown eyes. "Fine. I guess." Then she was quiet for a second, her eyes drifting down to his chest and tracing small heart shapes onto the bare skin. "I think I'm gonna try to go home today."

Violet could practically feel Peter's eyes shoot to her, and watched as his eyebrows raised. "Really?" He questioned. "Have you talked to your father or mother since you left?"

The girl managed a shrug despite laying down. "My father texted me a dozen times, but I've not answered. I've answered a few of my mom's calls, but all of them ended with her practically waving off all of my feelings and me hanging up." Her eyes stayed away from her boyfriend's, who she knew was looking at her with nothing but pity and intrigue.

"Well, I'm proud of you for being willing to go back. And you need to call me if you need anything at all, okay?" His chin tilted down so that he could press a soft kiss to her head, and she leaned into the kiss.

Her eyebrows furrowed and she looked up at him. "Oh, so you'll leave school if I'm having a crisis, but not if I just want to cuddle? Priorities, Parker," she teased, sitting up so that she could lean over him, placing a hand on his shoulder so that she could lean down to kiss his smiling lips.

After a couple of moments of pure bliss in their own little bubble, the two separated, getting up to get dressed. After they were both dressed for the day, they grabbed their bags, making sure everything was together before heading downstairs to eat some nice breakfast. Then, they parted ways, Peter heading for school and Violet heading back to her house.

Coming up to the house she had grown up in made uneasiness swirl around in her stomach, and she picked at the end of her sleeves. Naturally, she wished Peter was there with her to comfort her, and she immediately shook the thought from her head. Since when did she need a man to feel comfortable? Putting on her best brave face, she pulled her keys out of her hoodie pocket, opening the door and stepping inside warily.

The house had the same uncomfortable vibe it had had when she had last entered it, except this time, it looked different. Mens' shoes had joined her mother's and her discarded ones on the shoe rack near the door, and the house even smelled more manly than it had when only two women lived there. She bit the inside of her cheek as she stepped in.

"Mom? Da...." Violet stopped herself before she could call out for her father. The man was nothing like a father to her, hadn't been all her life, and so she couldn't really call him 'Dad.' He hadn't earned that yet.