" Pete, I don't want to be on the bus anymore."
" Sara is on that bus, and I cant stand her. You know how she is..."
" Then where are you going to stay?"
" I am going to take a plane back home to..."
" No Pete, my real home."
" Do you mean?"
" Yes back in Canada, I have no other choice. I mean I love Bert but he is not ready to be with me."
" Well if your going to Canada then I am going with you."
" What about the band Pete?"
" I will stay with you until my break is over. Our touring is going up into Canada for a while anyways, so I can keep and eye on you, and don't worry about the money I will pay for it."
" Awe, Pete I cant have you paying for my place. I will get a job."
" No worries babe. It will be like old times; just me and you."
"Pete are we getting back together?"
"If you want to."
" Oh Peter, of course I do!", I said while jumping into his lap, this was my new chance to make things right again.
"Canada was built on dead beavers."- Margaret Atwood