Late Night Heartbreak || P.P. || COMPLETED

Part 5

•chapter 5•

TW: topics of death

Y/N POV

peters going so completely red. i've been thinking about it as we walk home, however my thinking is cut short when my hand accidentally brushes against his. i pull back my arm and chuckle.

"sorry" i say awkwardly, inwardly cringing at myself.

"it's okay.. we can do it again some time if you would like" he smirks and his facial expression is very proud. i snort at his boldness.

(~•~)

he opens the door from me, nodding. i smile and walk into the house, where he leads me up to his bedroom, where he slings his bag to the other side of the room.

i smirk, and mutter, "going to your room? at least take me on a date first" i look up to him, where he laughs while seeming a bit embarrassed. "sorry" i laugh, as i sit on his bed.  i take my bag off and put it beside me, taking out my science notes and books.

he sits on the floor in front of me, taking out his camera and his books also. i stare at the camera, and ask "hey, i saw that when flash was fighting that kid the other day. i've never seen you take any, though?"

"oh- uh, this?" he picks up the camera, leading me to nod. "oh, i take them quite a lot. maybe you just don't notice" he smiles.

"you good at it?" i ask.

"you tell me" he chuckles, throwing me the camera. i start to look through the gallery, and i slowly smile. i see ones of new york at night, especially ones at the skate park. beautifully shot.

"these are really good pete" i smile to him. he blushes a little, mumbling a thanks.

exiting the gallery, i see through the camera peter looking at one of the textbooks. i grin, and take a picture of him, giggling.

he looks up when he heard the sound of the camera shutter going off, causing me to laugh more. i sit down on th floor with him, taking the books with me.

"hey! i wasn't ready" he shouts at me playfully. "only fair if i take one of you now" he smirks.

i open my mouth to protest, but he gives me a look. my stomach turns upside down, sideways, flips right around. all things it's not meant to do. i throw my arms to the side like i don't want him to, but in reality, i don't mind. in the slightest.

"fine" i say bluntly. "do you want me to look at the camera, or pretend i'm doing something else?"

"look away. if that's alright?" he asks. i nod, maybe a little too eagerly, before messing with my hair so it looks better, picking up a book, and posing, pretending to read. he takes one, and i look at him and grin and laugh, and to my surprise i hear the sound of a picture being taken many more times.

while giggling, i go over to him, to which he just takes more. i end up snatching the camera off of him, holding it behind me. he behinds to climb over me, laughing, trying to reach the camera.

he looks down at my face, as his fingers brush the camera, and my fingers. my eyes meet his, and we both stay there, heavily breathing and staring at each other, for what feels like forever.

"pete! a water pipe has leaked can you come and help me?!" peter exhales quickly, before taking the camera away from me, getting up, and placing it on the desk. i stay there shocked as he sorts other things out. he holds out his hand, for me to take, and i do just that. he pulls me up, and i take a breath for the first time since i grabbed the camera.

he continues to hold my hand, very softly, as he leads me out of the room. my insides flutter once again, but it happens for such a short amount of time, i don't think about it. aunt may calls me into the kitchen as peter follows ben into the basement.

"do you want me to help with anything, dinner or cleaning? it's the least i can do since you've let me into your ho-" but i'm cut off my may waving her arms.

"no! don't be silly dear! it's not a problem! need a girl in this house anyway!" she chuckles and gestures for me to sit at the dining table.

not even 5 minutes later, ben comes up from the basement, with peter following a minute later, but with a breifcase in his hands.

"wh-whats this?" peter asks. may sits on the couch, and ben gets up to speak.

"it was your dads. he told us to keep it safe when you came here." ben weakly smiles. now this was a whole load i didn't know. if he's alright with it, i will definitely ask about it later.

"oh" peter states simply. i look at his face, and i see a face trying to not break down. i've had experience.

peter starts looking through the breifcase on the table, taking out bits of junk with no real importance. he looks so upset. i've never seen him like this. something bad must've happened.

"whyd he ask you to keep it safe?" he asks slowly, emotionally. "...safe? there's nothing in here"

i sit there quietly, looks between peter and his aunt and uncle. may speaks up. "your father was a very secretive man, peter"

"yeah i know" peter laughs, probably to stop himself from crying. he continues rooting through the case, until he comes upon a picture. "dr connors" he whispers to himself.

"come on y/n, do you wanna go back up to my room?" his voice cracks at the last words. i feel utterly terrible for him, and ben and may.

"sure" i follow him upstairs, and i weakly smile at may and ben.

he sits on the bed and places the breifcase next to him. he breathes in shallowly, and his breaths come out broken. his body shakes from a small sob. i sit next to him and grab his hand, tracing small circles onto his palm.

"it's okay, it's okay" i repeat softly. "you can talk about whatever remember"

"i feel like i know nothing about my parents" he confesses. "when i was 5, my dads office was broken into and my parents packed some things and dumped me here" peter explains, tears threatening to break again at any moment. "they died in an airplane accident the night they left me here. my dad didn't even leave me with a 'love you'. it was a 'be good'" peter continues, but at the last word he lets out a quiet sob. i rub his back, letting him talk.

"look at me." he looks into my eyes. the second time today. this time with a lot less mystery behind them. "breathe in through your nose, and out through your mouth" i do it and he copies. "i'm here for you whenever, okay? never feel like you have to keep anything from me. you already know about my parents. we're good.. friends. you can tell me anything"

his head rests on my shoulder as he lets out the last of his cries. i hold his hand tightly, letting him know i'm here. for him no matter what.

(~•~)

i wake up again, but we're both in the same bed. nothing like that, obviously.

i get up and move stealthily around him, careful not to wake him up. i take my t-shirt off as quietly as i can..

"woah WOAH woah!" peter whisper shouts, and i turn around quicker than ever before. his face is against the pillow.

"oh my god i'm so sorry!" i whisper shout back at him, my heart beating so fast i'm scared it will

"no no it's okay, let me just" he pauses, and leaves the room without looking in my direction. i snicker and get dressed into wide leg jeans, and my knitted grandpa sweater.

I exit the room after getting ready, and peters waiting outside the door on his phone.

"i'm so sorry" we both say at the same time. we both chuckle, and i shut his door.

"don't worry about it" peter smiles.

this will be part 1 of 2 (part 2 will probably be a lot shorter) as this is really long and im very tired. butttt... two parts out at once!! go me!! thank you for reafing this far, my dear people. get ready for (poorly written) angst in a few chaps!

(this is my first fic btw, and if I ever get anything wrong about parental abuse or anything like that, please tell me. I've never personally experienced that, and if I write anything unrealistic please tell, again, thanks for reading)

stay safe and hydrated my dear readers <3