I'm sorry

When Shaun was done with dinner he laced everything on the table then texted his sister that he made her dinner. He put his phone down to continue putting stuff out when he heard a 'bing'. He looked at his phone and it was still off then he saw his sisters phone sitting on the coffee table in the living room. He began to panic because it was starting to pour outside. He grabbed his phone and called Lucus thinking that's where she would walk to.

"Hello" Lucus said sleepily.

"Is Spencer with you?" Shaun asked worried

"No. Why? What's wrong?" Lucus asked concerned

"We got into an argument and she doesn't have her phone"

"Do you need me to help ask around for her.?"

"Sure. Thanks man"

"No problem"

Shaun had called everyone he could think of and was getting really worried when his phone started to ring. The caller ID said Peter. Shaun picked it up and answered.

"H-he-hello"

"Um… Shaun you're sister is at my place. If you want to come get her I can text you the address."

"O-o-okay"

They hung up,and he received the text of the address. He grabbed his keys and wallet and raced out the door.

He got to Peter's place and knocked on the door. The door opened and Spencer was standing there. Spencer still upset with her brother slammed the door in his face. Shaun stood there for a few seconds surprised then the door opens again this time Peter was standing there.

"Come in" Peter said.

Shaun walked in and Peter lead him to the couch where Spencer was sitting holding a pillow.

"I'll go get some snacks" Peter said awkwardly pointing towards the kitchen.

As Peter walked away Shaun walked over to the couch and sat next to Spencer. They were silent for a moment when they both blurted out "I'm sorry" They looked at each other and giggled softly.

"Spencer I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. I can always trust you but this time I doubted my faith in you."

"It's okay Shaun maybe it's time we had our own secrets."

Peter was in the kitchen slowly preparing a plate of sliced apples. He could hear the siblings talking in the next and felt it was best to wait. When he couldn't hear anymore talking he walked into the living room carrying the plate of apple slices but stopped when he heard his name he was about to answer but something was said after his name. Peter tried not to listen but he couldn't help himself they were talking about him and he wanted to know what was being said.