Happy As Can Be.

Chapter 4: This Aint A Scene, Its An Arms Race

This ain't a scene

It's a goddamned arm race!

- Fall Out Boy

Hey SORRy I'm updating so freaking much!

And it's going a little quick.

I just really hate slow beginnings.

I'm weird... I know.

ENJOY!

-TIG16

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After we got done hugging on Brent's porch we made our way to his car got in and started driving to where he was planning to take me.

"Does your mom hate me?" he randomly asks.

"What?" I laugh.

"Like your mom hates Patrick I know because they dated and stuff then he went and moved on and she got pissed and stuff, but, why does she hate me what did I do?" he asks.

Oh, that's why mom hated him.

I shrug.

"I really don't know. Probably because you're associated with him? But like I said I don't know she's crazy" I say the last part softly looking out the window

Silence takes over the car as I watch the city's lights zoom by as we drive down the streets of LA.

It really was beautiful here whether you chose to believe it or not.

I know this seems crazy...

But being here with him just makes me feel like my life is content.

Maybe it's because I'm obsessed with him or maybe... I don't know.

"Hey..." Pete says snapping me out of my thoughts.

I turn towards him.

"Hmmm?"

"What are you thinking about?" he asks quietly.

I shrug.

"How much I love it here... and stuff." I say.

He reaches for my hand but stops hesitating but slowly retracting his hand back.

I turn away and purse my lips together.

Awkward.

"I-if you ever need to talk I-I'm always here" he says.

I turn my head back to him.

I smile at him.

"Thank you. You're really sweet."

"I bet you are" he mumbles then bites his lip.

"What was that?" I ask knowing fully well what he said.

Oh my god did he really...?

"Nothing" he says quickly then parks the car and gets out.

I laugh a little and get out tightening my ponytail and walking over to where he was.

He smiles.

"Just thought I would take you here" he says referring to the beach.

"But we will get in trouble." I say referring to the time.

It was 11:33.

He shrugs.

"Live a little" he laughs taking of his boots and jacket.

I sigh but shrug what the hell right