Entirely Different Person [PETER]

Chapter 11 - How much I love you.

We got home soon and his house is big. Like massive I tell you. Two bedrooms; a master bedroom and a guest bedroom, a bathroom in each. A kitchen, and a living room. Plus an attic and basement.

"This is your room, do your personal stuff. Of course, I prefer you to use my room, but I need to do my videos for products, so this is why this is here." I look around whilst he's speaking. I have a big bed, bigger than my old one at least. And a closet next to it. Across is a bureau with a mirror. I can't wait to design this room.

"So cute! Can I see your room?" He scratches the back of his head. "Well, um.. It's dirty-" I was already in his room. Same format as my room, but designed. I noticed that he uses blue for everything, his bedsheets, the majority of his closet, his bureau, everything. I flop down on his bed. "Cozy..." He smiles, "You're so cute."

"He introduced me to the rest of the house. "And this, this is the basement. You won't be in here. I think." He said with a menacing smile. My bones rattled. What did he mean by that? Just when I was going to ask, he said, "I'm just joking, Y/N! I wouldn't do that to you. Did you actually get scared? Haha!" He said playfully. Why did I actually fall for that? Oh god, I'm dumb. "You scared me Peter!" I jumped in his arms. He hugged me and laughed.

I saw Peter check the time once we were out of the basement. "It's 4:10. Wanna grab a snack?" I looked down, preparing myself for what I'm about to say. "We could cook..." Like I said, a few days ago. I know how to cook pretty well. He turned a crimson red and said, "Yeah, but you're gonna have to teach me, hah..." We chuckled and headed to the kitchen.

Peter's kitchen was big, no doubt. But he had a variety of food to choose from. Considering the fact that he doesn't know how to cook. "What would you like to eat?" I asked, not knowing what to make myself. "Can you show me how to make real macaroni? Like not the boxed type?" I chuckled at his strange use of vocabulary. "Sure, do you have noodles?" He shuffled through his cabinet. "I think I have some... Oh! Right here." He chucked out a box of noodles. "These look macaroni shaped..." He inspected the box. I laughed.

I put on the nearby apron, and put water in a nearby pot. "Turn the stove on and put it to exactly 212 degrees." He did as he was told. As I gave him instructions, he looked nervous. As if he was scared of messing up. I guided his arms and I don't know how this happened but suddenly he was behind me. His body pressed against mine. "Peter, can you move back just a bit...?" I began to stutter. "Why darling?" He started to tease. "Peter..!" He grabbed my face and kissed me, his hand going up underneath my shirt. "Peter.. Stop.. I'm cooking.." I hold in my moan. Peter backs off. "Alright, alright." Maybe he's not just hungry for food...

**TIME SKIP**

The macaroni was actually really good, if I do say so myself. Peter fucking loved it. By the time we were done eating, Peter had asked me if we wanted to look around more. He promised me he would show me his life long album. So I agreed.

He walked me to his room. I followed as he walked over to a locked drawer. He pulled out a key and opened the mysterious drawer. He took out a book that was labeled, "ALBUM" with drawings and stickers on it. He sat down on the edge of his bed, I sat down too and turned the page. There, it showed a picture of his mother's stomach. I gasp in awe. "I was a big blob of blood." Peter said begrudgingly. He huffs. "I don't see any problem with that, I would still love you." I smile softly. I hear him mumble but I can't make out what he's saying.

I flip the page. It's a bunch of pictures of him aging. From baby, to toddler. "You were so cute!!" I squeal in excitement. "Yeah, yeah..." He rolls his eyes. I turn the page. It's Peter hugging a girl who's smaller than him. "Oh! Is that your sister?" He nods reluctantly. The page flips. It's Peter In junior high school. "I was beginning my goth phase.." I kissed him. "So cute.."

We reached his high school photos. As I complimented them, he looked embarrassed. "I think you're perfect Peter!" He looked at me and blushed. He smiled a bit. 

We were looking at his photos for a while. I looked at the time, 7:30... "We should go to bed, Peter!" His face drooped. "Do you usually go to sleep this early?" I nodded. "I haven't noticed until now, but I think having a job makes me go to sleep earlier than others. It's kinda a habit... haha.." He shook his head. "Okay, let's go brush your teeth." I looked at him, offended. "I'm not a baby! I'm a 25 year old, dickhead!" I elbowed him. "Ouch! Sorryyyy..."

We went to the bathroom, I squeezed toothpaste onto my toothbrush. I start to brush my teeth. Peter, standing next to me doing the same. "Hmphy bfrrhhday fru yu.." I raised an eyebrow and spit out the remaining toothpaste. "Why are you singing the happy birthday song?" He looked at me shocked. "Das how lonfg you haf fru sinf if fo! Fru bruf yur teefsh." I burst out laughing.

We lay down in bed, PJ's on. "Wanna spoon?" I ask. "What's spooning?" Peter asks. I go in front of him and snuggle up to him. My back, facing towards him. I put his arms around me and put the blankets over us.

"This is spooning."

He hugs me tighter, "I'm so glad I have you in my life, Y/N." I smile. "I am too, Peter. I love you, goodnight!"

"Goodnight darling."

And just like that, I drifted off to sleep.

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