Your Fate ("Your Boyfriend" Fanfic)

Chapter 7: The Wrong Impression

Peter flicked his knife at the wooden target. The knife hit one row on the left to the middle.

"Woah, nice shot!" Chris excitedly said, while he gave Peter a pat on the back and a fist bump.

Peter gave Chris a fist bump back, and replied, "Thanks!" Chris took a sip of his water, and asked, "How long have you been doing this?"

Peter rubbed the back of his head and looked down to the side. "I've only been doing it for a few months now. I've been experimenting with different knives to throw because it gets boring doing the same kind over and over again. You know?" Peter declared, as he shrugged his shoulders.

Chris then put his water down on the wooden table, picked up a knife, and then asked, "How much do you wanna bet I can hit the bullseye?"

"Depends on how close it is compared to mine." Peter sarcastically responded, with a smirk.

Chris nodded his head, and said, "Deal." Chris positioned his body, and held the knife above his shoulders. He then flicked the knife with his wrist at the target. The knife struck two rows below the middle.

"Damn!" Chris blurted out. Peter rubbed Chris on the back and told him, "That was so good, darling."
"Thanks, babe." Chris replied, as he placed his hand on Peter's cheek.

Peter blushed and smiled back shyly, while he asked, "How did you get into knife throwing in the first place?"

"My Army buddies and I would occasionally do this as a side hobby at Brandon's house." Chris replied, as he sipped on his water. "He was the one who got into this." He then took another drink, and asked, "You remember them, right?"

Peter then looked to the side, as his eyes sunk to a shameful expression. "Yeah... but I felt like they didn't really like me all that much." Peter told Chris, as he crossed his arms. "Like I was weird around them."

Chris shrugged his shoulders, and declared, "You guys just gotta get to know each other more. I promise you it's nothing personal." He then walked over to Peter and placed his hand on his shoulder. "Hey." Chris added, while Peter darted his eyes and looked back at Chris. "Even if they don't like you, I'll still accept you no matter what."

Peter smiled widely, and replied, "I'm so happy to have you." The two men leaned in to give each other a kiss on the lips.

"It's the least I could do." Chris said, as he patted Peter. Peter then picked up a knife, as Chris drank his water. Peter positioned his body towards the target, and then flicked the knife, while it hit the target right on the bullseye.

"Woo!" Chris hollered, as he gave Peter a one-arm hug. "That was badass, dude!"

Peter blushed, and replied, "Heh, lucky shot, I guess."

Chris then grabbed a knife. "Hey, don't downplay yourself. You did really good." Chris reassuringly told Peter.

"I mean... it's not usually something that I get." Peter replied, while he grabbed his arm.

"Regardless, it was still a sick shot." Chris responded. He raised the knife to position his body and flicked the knife. The knife then hit the target one row above the target, inches from Peter's second knife. "Oh shit, that was close!" Chris blurted out.

Peter turned his head to look at Chris, and jokingly said, "And you said you weren't as good."

"Hey." Chris replied, while he shrugged his shoulders. "We're still throwing close shots." He then took the last drink of his water and cleared the cup, as he wiped his mouth with his hand, and told Peter, "Hey dude, I gotta go to the bathroom. I'll be back in a few."