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Peter × ralph

It has been about a year since peter left for his tour, he was coming back today and was expecting to be picked up from the airport by his brother and his brothers body guard beefy burt. Other then his henry, burt was the only other member from henrys gang that really ever talked to him Although he couldn't really hold a conversation with him. He understood why they didn't it would be dangerous really if they got caught talking to him in any kinda way, henry had grew protective of Peter over the years mainly after he left home and well since their parents developed a new target for all their problems, and although Peter loved and looked up to henry, it was really fucking annoying that he couldn't have a relationship without big scary horrid henry getting in the way.

To come to think of it the last member other then burt that he had an enjoyable conversation with was ralph henrys best mate. Although its been years since they had actually talked because of the best boys getting popular and purple hand gang becoming more infamous he did enjoy the last memory he had with ralph.
Peter sat back in his first class chair as he looked back at his most "recent" conversation they had together as the plain from LA set off back too London to where his brother now lives far far away from there family home in Liverpool.

Peter thought about the last time he had spoken to his brothers unruly friend. He had asked ralph to his prom because all his friends had dates but him, he felt like it would make him seem cooler then everyone else there bringing a guy 2 years older then him that wasn't his brother or cousin to prom. Plus everyone knew ralph because he was the horrid henry's right hand man meaning guys were scared of him and girls would want to be with him which made him seem more popular then he actually was at the time. Peter chuckled at the memory as his thoughts went back to when he actually asked, he had no clue where he got the balls to do it but he just did.

~Flash back~
Peter knocked on his brothers door two times and then pushed the door open to see only ralph in the room. He was laying on henrys bed smoking a cigarette while scrolling through his phone. He looked unapologetically hot and seemed way out of his league. Ralph took a glimpse at Peter standing in the door awkwardly and smiled at him "henrys not here, he's gone to the shop, so he says" he explains to Peter while not even taking a glimpse of him. Peter took a deep breath and closed the door behind him walking over to ralph and taking the phone out of his hands. Ralph looked up at the 16 year old boy in confusion going to reach for his phone. Out of instinct Peter moved the phone higher and from how ralph was laying the only way he could reach it is if he got up and did. But ralph was too lazy to do that. "What do you want kid" ralph mutters falling back onto henrys bed with an obnoxious sigh putting his cigarette out and flicking it out of the window.

"Go to prom with me." Peter said with a dead straight face looking at the older man below him.

"You've got to be kidding me, why on earth would I go to prom with a little brat like you to only be surrounded by more fucking snot nose brats??" There he was rude ralph, the response Peter was of course expecting. "The answers no Peter go with your pansy friends or something" ralph muttered as he went to reach for his phone again. Peter knowing that there was no way he was going to the dance alone, and just for what ralph said confidence flew through his vains.
Before ralph could get up to properly grab his phone Peter put it behind his back and sat on ralphs lap leaving him stunned. "Please can you go with me pretty please" Peter muttered towards ralph with a slight coo in his voice. Peter knew something other people didn't know about ralph, and that he was his weak spot for what ever reason and he can always get something out of him when he wants it.
Ralphs face was in shock and was flushed red. "Fine...but give me my phone and get off my lap"
Peter squeeked in glee and traced his finger over ralphs plaster on the bridge of his nose before tapping it. He hands his phone back to him getting off him and running out the room only to bump in to henry.

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