IMAGINE !
o. YOU HAVE TO ASK PETER WHO HE REALLY LOVES . . .

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    Peter was always so sweet to you. He would bring you flowers on random occasions, make sure you were taking care of yourself, and promising that he would always love you. Of course, you should have realized how breakable teenage promises tended to be.

    You could feel the bond that you had built up to begin tearing at the seams. Peter became more distant, only texting you when he needed help with history homework or asking you what happened during class. It was getting to the point where he wouldn't answer you about anything else, just plainly leaving you on read. He had been acting conspicuous, to keep it simple.

    For what felt like the first time in forever, Peter had stopped by your apartment with a bundle of flowers in his hand. It was unexpected, to say the least. He had politely asked you to grab his phone from his jacket, desperately needing to show you a video that made him laugh nonstop.

    You gladly obliged, beginning to adjust back to Peter actually acknowledging your existence rather than plainly ignoring you. Coat in hand, you carefully searched for his phone. Your hand pulled out what you thought was his phone, but instead a half-empty pack of cigarettes. Pulling it out, you inspected the box as if it had all the answers, and in some ways, it did but you had no idea what it meant. Peter surely wouldn't do that behind May's back.

    Carefully leaned up against the doorframe of your room, Peter's eyes met yours. "You alright y/n?" Peter questioned, beginning to sit up.

    "Are you?" You retaliated, softly tossing the pack of cigarettes on top of your bed. Thank the Lord your parents weren't home, otherwise, you'd be dead for simply having those things in the house, let alone your room. Peter rolled his eyes, waving his hand as if swatting the thought away.

    "Someone must have put it in my pocket on the way here. You're thinking too much, sweetheart," He stood up, throwing the box in the trash can and walking over to you. For a split second, you felt a wave of relief wash over you but was quickly whisked away when he pressed a kiss to your cheek. "You know I would never do that." 

    "But there is someone who would, isn't there, Peter?" Your throat went dry. There were many thoughts swirling around your brain and you didn't want most of them to become a reality. "People don't just put cigarette packs in your coat pocket."

    Peter's expression dropped, a confirmation that you had begun to catch on to what he was trying to keep secret.

"Oh my god," you whispered, looking into his eyes for any sign of lies, hoping that this was simply some sick joke.

"Y/n I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean for any of this. I didn't mean to-" he began, eyes melting from harsh to sorrowful.

    "Bullshit. You knew what you were doing, Peter, you're the smartest person I've ever met," you raised your voice in the slightest bit, making your way out of your room and towards the front door, Peter following close behind you. "You have to go."

    Peter didn't put up an argument when you handed him the jacket, practically pushing him out of your apartment. His head hung low, but he didn't whisper a word. Who did he love?

ー AUTHOR'S NOTE
oh my god this is wild and I honestly
like this one a ton!! however, I have
no idea how to create a part two, but
I really want to uGh

inspired by 5sos's who do you love

would you want a part two?