summary: you're doing your best to get over peter, but here he is in your apartment building, looking just as good as the day you left him. sequel to "fool", loosely based off "EASE" by troye sivan.

word count: 1413

warnings: heart ache. nothing else :)

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The next few years of high school came and went. And you wish you could say you were over Peter Parker. But you and everyone who knows you knew that would be easier said than done. You were in denial. You truly thought that if your mind circled around him enough, that one day, he might just show up at your doorstep, ready to be with you again.

It wasn't healthy. And you were moving out of your dorm into a new apartment. You never felt more alone. Your mother truly wanted to come help, but considering she left New York and you stayed, all she could do was call you, support you, and joke with you as you unpacked the plates she sent you.

"Honey," You could hear how serious she was over the phone, your chest tightened, knowing where she was taking the conversation, "Are you going to be okay being alone up there?"

Your heart sunk. That question has run through you mind almost everyday since you left peter at his building the night you finally left him. You left him. And you thought you would be happier. That one day, your heart would stop aching every time he crossed your mind. But that day has yet to come, and now your heart aches like you just left him.

"I- I-" you sighed in defeat looking around the empty apartment, "I have to be."

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart, I really thought you two would get stronger," Your mother spoke honestly and oh we're grateful she wasn't there to see you in tears, they were hot and they hurt your eyes and you tried blinking them away but that's what sent them rolling down.

"Yeah mom, I did too," You choked out and grabbed your phone, walking to the window, "I'll let you go."

"Remember to kick your doors, I love you," Your mom sole and you smiled a little at the words.

"I will, I love you too," You spoke and hung up, sighing as you opened your door once more to get the rest of your boxes from the U-Haul, wiping your cheeks as neighbors and pedestrians stared at you strangely.

You were grateful that no one spoke a word. That you could try and push the emotions away enough to see where you were going. You were grabbing your last box and heading up the stairs, wiping your  eyes as you walked to your apartment. You didn't see the person in front of you before you crashed into him.

"I- I'm so sorry," You stuttered our, still quietly crying as you tried tucking things back into your box.

"Y/n?" The voice made you freeze in your tracts. You only looked up and through your blurry vision, you saw your Peter. He hasn't changed much since graduation, only signs of stress that made him age a little, frown lines set and the crease in his forehead deeper, but that could be because he was giving you a look of concern.

"Fuck," you whispered as you quickly snatched your box and brushed past him. You really couldn't handle being with him. Your heart felt like someone held in their hand and they were squeezing so hard, you were sure it would burst.

Every fiber in your body wanted to drop everything and hold him in your arms. And once again, you hoped her would attempt to stop you, call your name, grab your shoulder, your elbow, anything.

But you didn't see the look on his face when you looked back down at the box. And you didn't see his face when you brushed past him, and you most definitely did not see him turn around and watch you walk into your new apartment, which happened to be across the hall from him. His heart leapt at that.

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A few hours later, you had finished the living room and the kitchen, your mattress was leaned against the wall in the hallway of your apartment, ready to be thrown down on the floor until you could afford a better bed frame, something you didn't imagine happening soon.

You sighed, glancing to your inviting couch and threw yourself onto it, exhausted. And you wished you didn't get comfortable but the second you did, a knock on your door made you get right back up with a groan and your mind racing with curse words.

The wind that the door created when you swung it open brushed your hair back a bit and cooled your face that was still warm from the tears from your breakdown. And you weren't sure what you were staring at in your doorway.

There Peter was, holding familiar flowers, a box and an envelope.

"Please read and open this, I'm across the hall," he thrusted the flowers, the envelope, and the box into your hands and without another word he was in his own apartment. You stood at the flowers and the items, your heart racing.

Your slowly shut the door and walked to the counter that divided the kitchen and the living room, sitting on a stool, you laid the familiar flowers down and you opened the envelope. In it, was a folded photo and a letter. You opened the photo and covered your mouth.

It was a picture of you and Peter cuddled up in Peters bed, fast asleep, you knew it was taken by May because she wouldn't stop teasing you two after it. You giggled at the memory, remembering her teasing words. Your eyes scanned the letter and your heart skipped a beat, slowly opened it, Peters sloppy excuse for handwriting littered the paper, but you could still read it out.

my love,

I know I was the absolute worst boyfriend in the world. And I deserved it when you left me at the doors of my apartment building. And I want to apologize for losing sight of what I truly loved. I'm sorry for only associating my memories of you with uncle Ben. It wasn't fair to you, me, and I know he'd never let it go if he was here.

I'm sorry for taking so long to reach out. I though that maybe one day you would move on and find someone who could treat you right, but y/n, i can't stand the thought of someone else being with you. And I know now that I never stopped loving you, and I'm sorry I took so long to realize it.

hopefully yours,
peter

You choked out a sob and opened the box, wiping your eyes and let out a laugh. It was Peters favorite sweater. The one that may had gotten him on the Christmas before you broke up. The one he wore in the photo that you still had in one of your boxes.

You got up, clutching the things he got you and you looked at the flowers once more and realized that they were the same type of flowers that he asked you to be his girlfriend with. You grabbed your key, along with those things and left your apartment, practically beating on his door, desperate to see him once more.

And soon, Peters face was in front of yours.

"Did you mean all of this?" Your heart was pounding, your eyes one the verge of tears for the third time today.

"Every word," he answered in an airy tone. You pulled Peter into a hug, a broken sob escaping your chest.

"I'm so sorry," he spoke, his arms around you once more, "i was so stupid to associate all my memories of you with Ben, it was selfish and you needed me and I wasn't there."

"I still love you," You mumble into his shoulder, you could feel his heart beating just as fast through his chest.

"Thank fuck," Peter let out a chuckle and you pulled away enough to look at him once more, your hands cupping his cheeks.

"Can I kiss you?" You asked, and the smile that graced his face and the nod of his head was all you needed before your lips met his in a kiss that you couldn't get enough of.

You poured your emotions into it, the hurt, the love, everything, you hoped he understood. And when he pulled you flush against your body, trying his best to have no space between you, you knew that he got your message.

And you were the happiest person in the world.