There's Too Much Green To Feel Blue

When they went back to the apartment two hours later, they departed to their own places. Sam claimed that she was tired so Peter reluctantly let her go, even though it wasn't getting dark yet.
Peter was laying on the floor as his daughter played around him. He picked up his precious daughter and held her up above him, she giggled.
"So, honey, I never asked you, how was is it with your mom?"
"I missed you, daddy." she answered.
Peter lowered her onto his chest and embraced her, "Pretty girl."
"I missed Sam, too." Lily said. She raised her head, "Daddy, can I try your new shoes on?"
Peter grinned, "Yeah, go get them."
Lily got up and grabbed the shoes. Peter removed her shoes and placed the big purple shoes on her feet.
"So what do you think, is it you?" Peter asked half-laughing.
Lily took one step and fell forward.
"Whoa, whoa." Peter reached out and caught her. Lily giggled.
"Try one, daddy." she held out her left foot.
Peter slipped it off her little foot and slipped it on his left foot.
"Hey, these shoes are pretty awesome, huh, honey?" Peter said admiring his foot, "Nice." he picked her up and held her to his chest, "Who's the prettiest girl in all the world?"
"You!" Lily said.
Peter laughed, "Yeah, I am, and who's the best daddy in the world?"
"Me!" Lily cried.
"Yes, you are!" Peter held her close and kissed her cheek, "You hungry?"
"No." Lily said.
"Did grandma feed you?" Peter asked.
"Yes." Lily said, "Daddy, can we buy a boat?"
"What for?" Peter asked.
"To be on the ocean." Lily said.
"Why do you want to be on the ocean?" Peter asked.
"So I can see the world." Lily answered.
"Why do you want to see the world?" Peter asked.
"To learn...about me." Lily replied.
"Whoa." Peter said astounded, "That's trippy."
He was so astounded, he didn't hear the knocking on the door until Lily pointed at it and said, "Daddy?"
Peter scooped her into his right arm and stood up, "No more sugar for you." he said to Lily as the approached the door.
He opened the door and his mouth dropped open. Hash stood there with a glossy smile on her lips. But she wasn't alone, there was a man standing behind her.
"Hey," she shrugged, "it's me. And this is Mike," she signaled to the man, "we're kind of together."
Peter stared at the man. As angry as he felt to see this guy, he couldn't help but stare at him. He hated to admit that he was pretty handsome. He was tall, slightly muscular, thin and had long black wavy hair that fell gracefully to his shoulders. But his most notable feature was his face. His face looked like it had been freshly chiseled from stone, he had high cheekbones, clear skin and astounding blue eyes. Even Peter was slightly taken by this guy. There was no other way to put it, this guy looked like a super model.
"Wh--what are you doing here?" Peter said when he found his voice.
"I was shopping and I saw these adorable.."
Peter rolled his eyes.
"...pair of shoes for Lily." she held out a shopping bag.
"It's shoe day, daddy." Lily said as Peter took the bag, "Hi, Mike. Hi, Hash."
"Call me mommy, sweetie." Hash said.
"No, you're Hash." Lily said.
"No, I'm mommy." Hash insisted.
"Hash!" Peter cried. He stared at the open box of shoes in his hand, "How much did you pay for these?"
"Two hundred dollars--" Hash began.
"Two hundred dollars?!" Peter cried out unbelievingly, "You wasted all that money for nothing, they don't fit her."
"She'll grown into them." Hash said.
"She won't wear them, they're pink." Peter said.
"Girls like pink." Hash said.
"She hates pink." Peter said.
"No, she doesn't. Lily, don't you like pink?" Hash asked.
"No." Lily said, "Sam told me that girls who like pink too much just add to the stereotype of women and it allows sexist men to keep objectifying us and continue to portray us as fragile and unequal."
All three of them turned and stared at Lily.
Hash quickly recovered, "Well, Sam is--"
"Completely right." Mike said astonished.
"Shut up, you're not here to talk." Hash scolded.
"On a different subject," Peter said, "Hash, why did you bring him here?" Peter pointed at Mike, "Look, Mike, no disrespect but, I've got to be honest, I'm not cool with this at all."
"Dude, I totally hear you," Mike said raising up his hands, "but she was like, 'You better go' and I was like, 'No way, man, that's totally, one hundred percent, full to the max not cool.' But, then, she was like, 'If you don't, I'll unhook all the wires from the DVR'. And, I gotta tell you, man, I can't put all those complicated wires where they belong."
Peter raised up an eyebrow. 'Speaking of stereotypes.' he thought.
Mike sure looked like he belonged on a runway, but Peter could already tell that he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed.
"And she also said that you needed to see me because she wants you to think that she is doing so much better than you.--"
"Okay, Mike!" Hash said loudly, "No more sugar for you." she patted his head, "Go warm up the car, babe." she said through gritted teeth.
"Okay." Mike said and he walked off.
"You've got a real winner there." Peter said making a face.
"Well, duh," Hash said, "he's not you."
"Hash, not in front of Lily." Peter said sternly.
He lowered Lily onto the ground, Lily ran off.
"When are we going to discuss the divorce, Hash?" Peter asked seriously.
"Peter, don't worry, the divorce will happen." Hash said, "Trust me, there's no one who is looking forward to it more than me." she smirked.
"But we need to know what is going to go down." Peter said ignoring her comment.
"Peter," she sighed, "I know it's hard for someone like you to get over someone like me. And, let's face it, you probably never will get over me."
"I don't need you." Peter said scornfully, "Leave--now...ho'."
Hash gasped and Peter slammed the door in her face.
He walked to the couch and let himself fall on it with a sigh. He fished his phone from his pocket and speed dialed Sam.
"What are you doing?" Peter asked.
"Oh, I'm just here jacking it, how about you?" Sam joked.
Peter laughed.
"What is it, cinammon pop tart?" Sam answered in a soft voice.
Peter smiled at the sound of her voice, "Can you come down here?"
"What happened?" Sam said instantly.
"Hash was just here..." Peter paused, "with her boyfriend."
He heard the phone click. Just as he was turning the phone off, Sam burst through the door
"What happened?" she asked.
"They, like, just showed up and she was, like, 'This is Mike'." Peter said.
"Wow," Sam said sitting down next to him, "What's he like?"
"Really, really handsome!" Peter said.
"You didn't take a picture of him, did you?" Sam asked.
"No, why?" Peter asked, suddenly quizzical.
"No reason, just curious." Sam said.
"About what?" Peter asked.
"About what kind of boy makes Peter Wentz say that he's handsome." Sam said, "I'm just curious as to what kind of boy is your type."
"You're a boy that's my type." Peter said.
"Sure." Sam said, "Did you like the shoes?"
"Yes, they're awesome!" Peter cried.
"They're pretty gnarly, right?" Sam said.
"You're pretty gnarly." Peter hugged her.
Sam tussled his hair, "How are you feeling, milkshake?"
"I don't know." Peter sighed.
"Tell me everything." Sam said.
And he did, Peter told her everything that had happened in that brief period.
"I don't know how to feel." Peter said finishing his story, "Seeing the man that Hash was unfaithful to me with was....weird and I felt so--"
"Angry?" Sam asked.
"Yeah." Peter said, "But, then, I realized, well," he looked at Sam, "he's an idiot."
"All the pretty one's are." Sam said.
"But, I'm pretty." Peter said.
"Exactly." Sam said.
"Well," Peter sat so that he faced her and hugged his knees, "I don't know, I think I still love her."
"Whoa, whoa," Sam raised up her hands, "let's go back to what you said. You think you still love her?"
"Yeah, well," Peter said, "She's turning out to be a real..."
Peter paused to think of the right word.
"Narcisistic skankoid?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, okay." Peter said, "I won't argue there."
"Well, I'm very content," Sam said, "I'm proud of you. You're beginning the last stages of this cycle."
"Sure, I mean," Peter said, "I'm always going to care for her, she's my baby's momma."
Sam giggled.
"Well, at least, I think she's my baby." Peter added.
"Don't say that, Peter." Sam smacked his knee.
"I know, it's just," Peter placed his hands on his face and leaned his head back, "I've got alot of thinking to do. What do you recommend I listen to tonight?"
"Armor for Sleep." Sam asnwered quickly, "Armor for Sleep is good thinking music."
"Okay." Peter nodded.
"And I know Armor for Sleep is kind of depressing but I think we do the best thinking when we feel intense emotion. Just remember, Peter," she placed a hand on his shoulder, "You're not a victim, she's not the answer. And you have to get over her because when the rain follows you all the time, the sun from within doesn't shine."
"Wow," Peter said blown away by the last sentence, "that's really poetic, and yet, so true."
"Duh." Sam said, "Just like Armor for Sleep. Haven't you learned anything from Ben Jorgenson?"
"Did he say that line?" Peter asked.
"No." Sam said, "Ben Jorgenson looks like Justin Long."
"He does." Peter agreed.
"And they both look like the lead singer of Action Action." Sam said.
"They could be related." Peter said.
"Nah," Sam said, "Justin Long isn't asian and I'm not sure about Action Action guy."
"You're cute." Peter said suddenly.
"Suck up." Sam said scooting closer to him, "So, tell me more about this Mike guy."
"He was hot, there, I said it!" Peter cried.
"But was he like, Robert Pattinson hot or young Brad Pitt hot?" Sam asked.
"Young Brad Pitt hot, I think." Peter answered.
"Hmm." Sam snuggled up against him, "If you had a choice, would you date Jared Leto or Ray Toro?"
"Wm, I don't know, what do you think?" Peter asked placing an arm around her.
"Well," Sam sighed, "I would definetely hook up with Jared Leto like that," she snapped her fingers, "but, I don't know, it seems like Ray would appreciate me more. He'd probably treat me like a princess. I think Jared would probably sneak out the window after I finished banging him a couple of times." she paused, "But, for sure, I'd get financial stability from the both of them."
"Who do you think makes more money?" Peter asked.
"I don't know." Sam sighed, "Maybe Jared because he dies movies. But it is MCR, it could go either ways."
They remained on the couch and talked until eleven at night. Sam decided to turn in early. Peter begged her to stay but Sam left anyway. She went straight home, changed into her pajamas (a loose faded jean skirt and a light pink shirt) grabbed all the junk food she had and watched movies for a few hours. It felt a bit odd. She always spent so much time with Peter that having this time to herself almost made her feel like she was doing something unforgivable.
Sam had turned the tv off and fallen asleep on the couch after a few hours. She was in a deep state of sleep when there was a loud rap on the door. Sam automaticall heard it and awoke with a loud snort. She sat up quickly and caused a pile of munchies to tumble to the floor.
"What is it, officer?" Sam mumbled sleepily.
She heard the knock on the door again. Still sleepy, her eyes half closed, she got up and answered the door.
"Wow, nice skirt. Did you dress up for me?" Peter asked. He was still fully clothed.
"These are my p.j.'s." Sam said still half asleep.
"I can see everything." Peter commented.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of this lovely visit during this time of night?" Sam croaked.
"I can't sleep." Peter answered.
Sam sighed, "I was having a really nice dream." she held the door open wider.
Peter walked in and walked to the wide padded chair next to the couch, where Sam was headed.
"Tell me about your dream." Peter said as he threw himself on the seat.
"Did you leave Lily all by herself?" Sam asked.
Peter's darling eyes widened, "No." he lied.
"Let's go," Sam said, "I'll tell you about my dream in your place."
"You're going to help me sleep?" Peter asked.
"Yes, I'm going to cure your insomnia." Sam said getting up.
They headed out the door.
"Let's take the stairs." Peter suggested.
"And if I collapse from exhaustion?" Sam asked.
"Don't worry," Peter said, "I'll catch you, I won't let you fall."
Holding hands, they went down the two flights of stairs toward Peter's apartment.
Sam sat on Peter's couch while he quickly checked on Lily. He tip-toed to the living room and sat next to Sam.
"So, how will you put me to sleep?" Peter asked softly so that he wouldn't wake Lily.
"Did you try listening to Ashlee Simpson's 'Bittersweet World' ?" Sam asked.
"What?" Peter asked.
"Nothing." Sam said quickly, "You know, there's this song by The Bled that always puts me in a trance and a song by Bless The Fall that does the same thing."
"I don't think music would work." Peter said.
"Read." Sam suggested.
"What would I read?" Peter asked shrugging.
"Pick up a newspaper! Learn your current events!" Sam said.
Peter picked up Sam's hand and stroked it, "Help me dream, Sam."
Sam sighed, "Okay, I'll tell you a story, close your eyes."
Peter did as he was told.
"Once upon a time, there was a boy and a girl named Sam and Pete, who went on a walk on some sunny grassy hills. They climbed the tallest hill and sat on the top. Sam looked up at the powder blue sky and said--"
"Peter, I want you badly." Peter interrupted. He had been picturing the whole thing in cartoon form, "Without a word, Peter pushed her down onto the grass, climbed on top of her and moved his hands towards her blouse--"
"Peter, don't make my story dirty!" Sam scolded.
"What?" Peter opened his eyes, "You would've made it dirty sooner or later."
"Well, sure," Sam admitted, "but after Sam had a drink." Sam thought for a minute, "A drink....that's what you need."
"What?" Peter asked.
"I read somewhere that wine helps you sleep." Sam said.
"Well," Peter thought for a minute, "I guess we could give it a shot...But not too much wine, we shouldn't get drunk this late."
"Promise." Sam grinned.
Peter searched his kitchen and found an old bottle of wine and two dusty glasses. He quickly cleaned them and took them to the couch.
"This wine is from my wedding." Peter revealed as he sat.
"Really, wow." Sam said.
Peter handed Sam a glass and filled both of them halfway.
"We need to toast something." Sam said as Peter placed the bottle on the coffee table.
"Okay, you choose." Peter said, he held up his glass.
"Um," Sam said, "to John Mayer, that talented American poonhound."
Frowning slightly, Peter clinked his glass with Sam's. He took a small sip while Sam gulped down all of hers.
"I love wine." she said, "Like, alot." she shook her glass, "How about a little more juice for mommy?"
"Not too much, Sam." Peter warned as he poured her more.
Fifteen minutes later, Pete and Sam were laughing at the silly things they were saying.
"I still can't believe I toasted John Mayer." Pete said.
They laughed together. Sam tried not to laugh too hard so she wouldn't spill wine on the couch.
"I think we're a little tipsy." Sam giggled.
"I think you're a little tipsy." Peter corrected.
"Well, you brought the wine out, you know it's my weakness." Sam accused.
"You told me to bring it out, you said it would help me sleep!" Peter said incredulously.
"It's helping me for sure." Sam laughed.
"Uhu." Peter took her wine glass and set it on the coffee table.
"No, I'm not tipsy, wine just makes me giggly. I'm more sleepy than anything." Sam said.
"Yeah." Peter said hardly paying attention.
There was a sweetness in the air and it felt lovely. It felt like they were sitting in front of a fireplace and the wamrth was enveloping them. He couldn't help but stare at Sam. Even with the one lamp that was turned on in the corner of the room, Sam was the brightest thing in there. He stared and he just wanted to touch her and hold her. Sam was watching him watch her. She didn't give him a questioning look, but it looked rather like she knew what he was thinking. She was precious and he wanted to protect her. Slowly, he leaned forward to her. Sam slowly moved forward, too. They stopped three inches from each other and looked into each other's eyes. Peter extended a hand and carefully caressed Sam's curls. He lowered his hand and they leaned in again. Their lips never touched, in fact, their lips remained closed, but their foreheads did the kissing for them. They softly pressed their foreheads together and leaned against each other. Peter extended a hand once again and cupped her left hand cheek in his hand. He shifted his eyes to look up at her through his bangs, she did the same. He lowered his hand and softly held her wrists with both his hands.
He chuckled softly, "I'm sleepy." he whispered.
Sam gave a small smile and lowered her eyes, "Good." she murmured, "I'm super sleepy."
Peter chuckled again, "I know, you've been fighting to stay awake this whole time."
Peter was in love with this moment in time. They were both relaxed, sleepy and they felt like they were floating. It was a wondeful feeling. It was as if they'd both succumbed to a very wonderful drug that was very addicting but did no harm. And it felt delicious, Peter wanted more.
"Yeah." Sam said, "well, I better go."
Suddenly, the spell broke as Sam pulled away and rose off the couch. She slipped her wrist through his left hand's grip.
"Wait," Peter tightened his hold on her left wrist, "why are you leaving?"
"I'm sleepy." Sam said rubbing her eye with her free hand.
"Sleep here." Peter said simply.
Sam gave a short laugh, "Do you think the monster's going to get me, or what?"
"No, I just don't want you to leave." Peter said looking up at her through sincere but fearful eyes, "I just want this to last," he said speaking from the bottom of his heart, "forever."
Sam smiled, "It can't last forever," she strode to the couch and sat, "but it can last for a while longer."
He leaned his forward against her again. He'd never wanted anything so badly in his life.
Peter didn't know what they were doing or what was going on. But he felt so connected to Sam. He didn't know if this was good or bad, but how could it be bad? This feeling of great elation made them both feel the small fireplace burning in their chests and it made them feel at peace with everything. Suddenly, there were no wars, no killings, no addictions, no cruel people, no poverty, no diseases, no evil. There was just Sam's essence and Peter's essence. They really felt like they were looking straight into each other's souls and into their true selves. They needed no words to transmit their feelings to each other, all they needed were their senses. All that existed in this moment were Sam, Peter and their flowing feelings. They both believed that they were feeling in their hearts, in their lungs, in their stomach, a little piece of heaven. Peter thought only of Sam and his feelings, Sam thought only of Peter and her feelings. United as one in a non-physical way and it was incredible.
"Why can't it last forever?" Peter asked as he gripped her fingers on each hand.
It was a rhetorical question and he was asking it to the heavens, but Sam spoke.
"I know," she said lowering her eyes, "I want it to last, too."