━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑: PANCAKES AND PARTIES
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[ Saturday, February 11th ] ↳ South Ozone Park
Seven am. Quiet. Morning light. Peter rolled over, onto his back, the sheets following him. The windows were open, letting in the cold, dry air from outside. He didn't pull his blinds completely shut after he got home, allowing light to pool in so much that he knew slipping back into slumber wasn't an option.
Peter rubbed his eyes and squinted at the light.
He sat up, as fast as possible and stared at his Jordan's that sat right next to his bedroom door. They were covered in dirt, covered in alcohol, covered in blood.
Peter threw himself back down into his bed and slammed his fist against the mattress.
"Fuck!"
He covered his mouth once he remembered where he was and just exactly what time it was. He didn't want to wake up Aunt May, or any of his neighbors.
Peter flipped over his phone that was lying on the bed beside him and started re-reading his texts with Lola last night. Up until this moment, he hadn't been sober. And though he remembered the bathroom experience they shared very well, he didn't remember much after that, aside from the fact that he brought Lola downstairs, found her friends, and then left.
He mentally kicked himself for leaving her there, but then again, what else was he supposed to do? Stay? After what he did? He kissed her so hard with her (probably) broken nose. Actually, he kissed her. Drunk Peter enjoyed it. Drunk Peter was proud of himself for even doing it. But Sober Peter? A huge chunk of Sober Peter wished he hadn't.
1:04 AM
Peter: Hello! Home safe. Lola: good. thanksu for tonight:) Peter: Lol nice typos. You're welcome. I had fun Lola: i hade more fun Peter: I doubt that Lola: welp then look slike part two laterr Peter: With that nose of yours? Lola: my nose is cute. leave her alone Peter: I never said it wasn't. I think your nose is adorable Lola: good. so part two Peter: If you go, I'll go Peter: If you don't want to go because of your nose, we can do something else Peter: If you want Peter: :) Lola: yes i want Lola: see u tmrw peeter Peter: Lol okay let me know when you're home Lola: staying at hansel! see u tommorrow :) Peter: Okay! Be careful. Text me in the morning
