Go get some sleep
I love you
It's one of the things I love about you
The ceiling was too interesting to go to sleep. I laid on my back, hands over my stomach, looking at the ceiling. It was around midnight. My digital clock was blasting neon red numbers at me, shaming me for not being asleep by now. The dorm was silent. One roommate was staying with his girlfriend, the other sound asleep in her room. Peter was no doubt fast asleep, probably exhausted from todays run in.
"I need to do something." I launched myself out of my bed and walked to the dim kitchen. Only one overhead light was on, it was yellow in hue and was pretty terrible for being powered by our electricity.
I opened a cabinet and pulled out a glass cup. I walked to the fridge and poured some bottled water into the cup. I drank the entire glass and set it down on the counter wiping my mouth.
"Can't sleep?" I jumped at the voice and turned to see Peter standing behind me with his hands in his pajama pants pockets.
"Shit you scared me." I sighed
"Sorry."
"But yeah, can't sleep."
"Is it this thing I can't help you with?" I nodded and looked at the ground. "Do you want to at least talk about it?" I shook my head.
Peter walked over and sat down at the table. He patted the seat next to him.
"I said I don't want to talk about it."
"I know."
"Then why do I need to sit by you?"
"Are you gonna go to sleep?"
"No."
"Well, neither am I. So we can at least make ourselves feel better or get tired by talking to each other."
I gave in and sat next to him.
"What are we talking about?"
"Whatever you want."
"I got an a on my law test."
"That's great! I bet you feel good now, huh? You've been working really hard! You don't even need me anymore!"
"That's not true! I always need you." I replied quietly.
Peter was quiet and looked at me. He tried to scan me for some sort of answer for his questions.
"Are you upset because you're missing me? Is that what this is all about?" I told him no but couldn't completely deny that statement. "Does it have something to do with me? I know you don't want to talk about it but... I don't know... I can't help but feel it's about me."
"I..." my brain got confident. I was gonna tell him "I don't know how to say it."
"Just say it then. If you say it wrong, correct yourself. I'm always here to listen. Even if you have to backtrack."
"I... I missed you, over the summer. And when I got back, the way i felt towards you was different. Not different in a sense of a completely different feeling, just a different version of this feeling."
"Can you explain a little more? I'm still confused."
"Peter... I love you. You make me feel safe. You help me like no one ever has. You are concerned about me and you care for me. My feelings can't ignore that attention."
"I love you too."
"No Peter... I love you."
"Like... in love with me?"
"Yes."
"Oh..." Peter sat back in his chair and spoke not a word after that.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything."
"No no no! Don't even think like that! How could you be sorry? You have positive feelings for me, you're in love with me. Why are you sorry?"
"Because I've made you uncomfortable. I said something weird."
"I'm not uncomfortable. It's a compliment. For someone to admit that they are in love with me is the highest compliment I could receive. And coming from someone so close to me?" He tilted my chin up with his index finger "that means a lot."
His eyes were sincere and the sparkled which made my heart sing.
"You're so pretty." I mumbled
"Well thank you."
"I can't believe I said that out loud." I hid my face in my hands but Peter wasn't having it. He grabbed my hands and pulled them away from my blushing face.
"You're just making me feel so amazing right now. First you admit your feelings for me and now you're telling me I'm pretty? My egos too high now."
"I can knock it down for you." I joked with a laugh
"Please do."
"Your jaw is uneven, your hair could use a trim cause it grows like a weed, you do this thing in class where you tap your pen on the table and it annoys the shit out of me, you take way too long to get ready, you left your cup on the counter the other day, and sometimes your clothes are really ugly."
"Wow. Even through all that you still love me?" He propped his cheek on a fist and smiled at me.
"Yeah whatever." I looked away while crossing my arms
"Oh come on." He scooted closer to me and grabbed my hands. "Don't be upset with me. Is this what you've been so sad about?"
"Yeah. I guess."
"Why?"
"Because I don't think you love me back."
"I do love you."
"Yeah but not in the way I love you."
"Well, I've never thought about it. I can't say I don't love you like that because I've never thought about it."
"So you don't hate me?"
"I could never hate you." He pulled me into a hug and kissed the top of my head. "You're one of the best things that's ever happened to me. Don't let anything make you think otherwise."

The night went on for a while, us only getting into bed around two am. We both woke up extremely tired but I offered to by him coffee as a thanks and an I'm sorry for staying up with me.
"Here you are your highness." I laughed as I presented him with his coffee.
"Took you long enough!" He joked as he sipped it lightly. I shoulder checked him lightly with a chuckle and he smiled at me.
"Hey, I never told you thanks for last night. I know you probably wished you got more sleep." He shook his head at me.
"No I don't."
"What? Why?"
"Because then last night wouldn't have happened. And I wouldn't change last night for anything."
"Really? You mean it?"
"Absolutely. What happened last night really means a lot to me. I know it probably didn't end up in a fairytale way of me confessing my love back to you, but to me it was really important."
"I appreciate it. You being so chill about it."
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"I don't know. Just thought you might want a new best friend."
"Wel now I definitely don't because now I know you'll stick around no matter what, even if I leave dirty cups on the counter."
"Shut up! I'm still mad at you for that!"
I dropped one hand from holding my cup and i felt a presence on it. I looked down to see Peter holding my hand.
"What are you doing?" I asked
"Thinking of things that I haven't before."
I smiled at him and leaned up to kiss his cheek.
"Maybe that'll help you think more."
"Definitely does."
"Alright, come on, time for class." I pulled him along, our hands still connected.
"The fact we have to go to this class every day is bullshit by the way."
"Come on Peter! Stop complaining and get your ass to class!"
"You are too eager to get there."
"There's a test today I know I'm gonna ace!" I slowed down and waited for him to catch up.
"Maybe you should be tutoring me!"
"I should shouldn't I?" I looked up and him. "Who knows! Maybe I'm smarter than you now!"
"Not a chance hot shot."
"Oh come on! It's possible!"
"It is but its a very small possibility."
"I think you're just scared."
"Scared? I'm not scared."
"Fine. Whoever gets the higher score on this test gets treated to dinner by the loser!" I proposed
"Deal!" He agreed
I shook his hand and ran to the classroom. I was panting in my chair as I sat down.
"Did you need to run?" He asked as he set his bag down gently.
"Winners are first! First to class means winning. Winning means getting a better grade than you!"
"I think now you're pushing it."
"We will see."

"Okay... final reveal. What did you get?" I asked him
"95." He smirked
I frowned looking at my score.
"What did you get?" He was doing it to rub it in now.
"Damn...this sucks..." I mumbled "FOR YOU! I got a 98, bitch!"
"What?! No way!" He snatched my test from me and looked. "How?! A 98?!"
"You owe me a dinner."
"Alright. I fold. We made a bet and you won."
"I would like the healthiest meal ever of a dinner at the cafeteria."
"I can't tonight but tomorrow night we will."
"What do you have going on that's so important?"
"It's a secret."
"Okay mystery man." I rolled my eyes.

I slumped as soon as I made it to my front door. I sighed as I dug into my pockets and fished out my keys. I unlocked my door sloppily and placed them on the counter before turning on the light. I had stayed late at the cafe again getting some work done. I was also hungry but drooling knowing I had leftovers waiting for me. I walked over to the wall with the light switch and flicked it on but the room looked different.
"What is all this?" I rhetorically asked as I set my bag down, seeing Peter standing by the table.
"I wanted to do something special for you."
"Is this my dinner?"
"No, that's still tomorrow like I promised, this is coming directly from me."
I walked over to the table to see an array of desserts lined up on the table.
"You challenging me to eat all this?" I raised a brow at him. He just laughed and pulled out my chair for me. I sat down and pulled something absentmindedly off the table. "So what is this for?"
"Nothing. I just wanted to treat you." I gave him a look and he folded "I also was hoping... we'd consider this a first date... or something like that."
I stopped chewing, wondering if his words got twisted in my mind over the sound of me enjoying dessert.
"A date?" I asked after I swallowed
"Yeah... what... how does that make you feel?"
"You want to go out with me?"
"Yeah... I do."
I smiled at him and then frowned
"What made you change your mind?"
"My mind never changed." He shook his head. "My feelings have just grown. I've always loved you, just never considered that my love could mean I was in love with you. But the more I got thinking about it, and when we held hands on the way to class, everything made sense. Everything was like it was solved. I realised that... I need you... in my life. I need you to be there to support me. I want you to compliment me like you did, I want you to trust me. I want you. I love you." This I love you was different. The way he looked at me deep in my eyes and the way he rubbed his thumb over my hand made me smile.
"I love you too Peter."
He looked at me and then flickered his eyes down at my lips. I did the same and Peter caught on to the silent communication. He leaned forward, only continuing when he saw me lean forward as well. He placed his fingers under my chin, tilting my jaw up to him. He only spread out his fingers far enough to line my jaw and pressed his lips to mine. Much like I had expected, peters lips were soft and warm. He wasn't a rough kisser either, which never crossed my mind as a trait of his. He was very delicate with his kiss. I pulled away after, watching his eyes flutter back open, mine only opening a moment before his. My breath shook as I didn't want to breathe so heavy in front of him. I tried to keep my nerves quiet but he noticed the shakiness of my body and laughed.
"Why are you so nervous?"
"I just... um... I never imagined we'd get this far."
"It's alright love. I won't do anything that makes you uncomfortable on purpose. And if I do, hit me over the head and tell me I'm a dick." He smiled at me. He was looking up at me. His head was tilted down but his eyes locked onto mine "are you gonna be alright love?"
"I'll live." I nodded, pressing my smile to a line.
"Good. Well, how about some more sugar? Thatll calm you down." He sarcastically chimed
I turned back to the food, the smell of many different sugary concoctions mixing in my nose. This was going to be a long night.

The night and day had passed, nothing seemed too different except for the fact that Peter liked to kiss me before we parted and he held my hand more often than not. Our comedy and communication were no different, unless we made each other nervous which we loved. Peter would stutter and turn red when i flustered him and I would look away and tremble when he flustered me.
It was a great new addition to the game of getting under each other's skin that we played for all joking purposes only. But nothing had changed that much. Some days I would be too lazy to go to my own room and so I would fall asleep next to Peter in his bed. Only then had so realized how much better he slept than me because his bed was literally a cloud. I stole his button up shirts sometimes and I liked to read the books he had tucked away on his small corner shelf. I was basically just learning more about him.
He would watch me get ready for class in the morning, staring me down as I put on makeup or when I was picking out outfits on days I couldn't care enough to wear makeup.
Peter would help me study, although instead of him rewarding me with food, he would place a small kiss on my lips. Once or twice that kiss wasn't so small and the reward ended up outweighing the study session. So much so that we had forgot about studying all together. But life was great. I wouldn't change it for anything. I wouldn't change him for anything. And yeah, it wasn't a fairytale story, No wattpad fanfiction with intense love or star crossed lovers, but I had him, the guy, because there's always a guy. And he was the one I was in love with. And in the end, he was in love with me too.