😁😂I'm so flattered.
I look over at my notifications and it's all blown up about part 2,
Thanks!

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Pietro ran his fingers through his silver hair as swung his legs lazily over his bed.

The night sky was dark, and looking down the streets, it was bare like a horror scene just waiting for its monster.

He ran to Y/N's house in less than a minute, jumping into her window and in her bedroom.

Her eyes shot up, alarmed before realizing that it was Pietro and went back to her book.

"You should really stop doing that." She said, turning a page.

Pietro ignored her comment, "I heard there's this sick party down a couple blocks, wanna go?"

Y/N shook her head. "But I have a test tomorrow, in 3rd—"

"What's a complementary angle?" He asked, quickly.

"Any angle that is 180 degrees." She fired back.

"See, you already know this stuff." Pietro said, rolling his eyes. "Now go pick a dress because you have 4 minutes."

She frowned as he zipped away downstairs.

Her parents were out of town and she did already studied for a hour.

Picking out a body hugging black dress with f/c boots and some mascara, she quickly did her hair before Pietro zipped back in.

"Done?" He asked.

"Just let me out some concealer." She said, not looking away from the mirror.

After a whole lot of arguing if she should bring a jacket, they arrived at the party. It was at a house, littered with passed out bodies, red cups and high heels. The air was filled with marijuana, alcohol and some sweat with a mix of perfume and cologne. Music seemed to echo, so loud he could feel her chest vibrating along with the beat.

Pietro smiled, they walked in as a Justin Bieber song played and a crash was heard in the distance.

'Be right back,' Pietro mouthed before disappearing among the dancing sweaty bodies.

Great. Fabulous. Awesome. Now she was alone.

Walking into the kitchen, smoke hung in the air as she grabbed a red cup, taking a sip of the bitter alcohol. Then draining 2 cups.

A arm sneaked around her waist. The persons breath sending goosebumps down her arms as he whispered in her ear.

"Want to get out of here?"

She turned around to find a guy with brown curls and large dimples smiling down on her. She's seen him around... Chase, she thought.

"No, I'm good." She said, politely, untangling his arm before running away.

Why was she even here? She didn't know. It wasn't exactly her dream scene, with her body crammed with others in a sweaty and loud house.

Pietro, that son of a duck was the reason why she was here. Her and her stupid crush, she scolded herself. She really needed to get over him.

Looking around, she tried to search for him to tell him that she was going home.

Y/N found him in the living room, sucking the life out of a girls face.

The cold metal rod that was through her heart hurt. Ever the years, she's learned to live with it, remind her self that he was always going to come back to her. But it didn't hurt any less, there's only so much a heart could take.

She felt mad that he was doing that in front of her. But she knew it wasn't his fault. He didn't know.

Feeling already pissed from before about her study session and being here, she was mad, the cups of alcohol she had earlier didn't help much.

Stalking away to the much quieter backyard, she found the nearest guy and kissed him.

Smashing her lips into his, the random dude immediately started to kiss back. His arm pressed her back and stomach against his.

A hand grabbed her wrist, tearing her away from the dude.

"Y/N!"

Her eyes met the blue eyes of Pietro.

"Pietro?"

"What are you doing?" He shouted, frowning. Then, he turned to look at the other guy before telling him off. "Listen, man, why don't you just fu—"

"Pietro!" Y/N gasped, "Sorry." She said to the other guy before he left. "I kissed him, it wasn't his fault."

"Why did you do that?" He said, frowning at her with disappointment.

"Oh, so you can kiss girls without consequences, and I can't?" Y/N sneered.

"You let him take advantage of you!" He defended.

"What makes him different than you?" Y/N shot back.

"Because I care!" He threw his arms up.

"You're just my friend, not my boyfriend." She reminded him, "So stop acting like you are my broth—"

He held his had up, "Don't use that word," he pleaded,

Y/N frowned on confusion. "Why?" She asked.

"It makes me think of how much I don't have a chance." His eyes looked away from hers.

"A chance of what? Redemption?"

"A chance with you." Pietro blurted out. "I don't want this!" He gestured his arms at the space between them. "This friendship, I don't want this."

"What do you want to be then, siblings?" Y/N said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I want a chance with you, more than a friend... Like a lover." His head hung low, ashamed.

Y/N felt her stance relax as her face softens.

"Glad to know I'm not the only one." She replied back, softly.

Pietro's head shot up. "What?"

"I want that too, the love stuff you're talking about." Her pride was getting the best of her as her cheeks heat up and look away. "Even if I'm going to be your next plaything." She swallowed the lump in the throat.

"Hey, look at me." Pietro said, frowning. And she glanced up. "I only messed around with those girls because I couldn't get the one I wanted. So tried to move on, but you being my best friend doesn't help much."

She laughed, shyly and looked down again, speechless that his was actually happening.

Pietro lifted her chin to meet his eyes with his finger.

"So if the feelings mutual, I guess this is the part where I ask you out?" He said, hopefully.

"Yeah, and this is the part were I say yes," She smiled back at him, cheeks warm.

"And this is the part that we kiss," he said, cheekily.

She grinned, pressing her lips against his.

And this is the part were they live happily ever after.

Well, one can hope.