The Thief

Chapter 13

Y/n's POV

~2 week later~

I walked with a bag of soda. Peter came in after with food from Joe's Pizza. Setting the food at the table he grabbed some paper plates and cups. While I poured the drinks he served the food. Once everything was ready we sat down and ate.

After Peter asked me to move in with him I thought it was a bit fast. I mean I had just learned his name. So I told him no, but then he assured me that it wasn't like that. He thought it'd be better for me to move out of my apartment. So I can start fresh and until I get the money to buy my own I could live with him.

I'm really happy he offered because my old apartment was so suffocating. Just being in there I started to imagine seeing James lying on the floor cold and pale. It was messing with my head.

These past 2 weeks I wake up in a cold sweat from dreams of James dying scared and alone. My guilt is still consuming me completely. I try and try to let it go, but I can't. I'm the reason he died alone...I don't think I'll ever forgive myself for that.

Eating the last piece of my pizza I reached across the table and grabbed another slice. "Oh, by the way I got a call today"

"Hm? About what?", Peter asked without looking up from his pizza. Something I learned about Peter these past weeks is he's a sucker for pizza. It's his weakness.

"NYU called and I got in", I said nonchalantly.

Not hearing a response I looked up to see Peter staring at me with his jaw open. "Close your mouth you're gonna catch flies", I turned back to my food and took another bite.

I then heard the chair screech on the wooden floor and in a flash I was pulled from my chair. Peter held me by my shoulders with the biggest smile. "Y/n! This is huge! Why aren't you happy?!"

"I am happy. It's just not that big of a deal", I shrugged his hands off.

"I-...NOT A BIG DEAL?! It's a huge deal! I'm so proud of you!"
Wrapping his arms around my figure he lifted me off the ground and twirled me in the air. Setting me back down he pulled me into a big hug and kissed me on the lips. I gladly returned it.

"Tonight we're gonna celebrate! We're gonna pick up some food from a real nice place then I'll swing us to the statue of liberty. We'll watch the sunset and just enjoy the day"

I smiled at how happy he was for me. I've never felt this type of love beside with James. Peter reminded me so much of James at times. They had the same spark for life.

"Oh, and i'll swing you to the college everyday so you'll never be late!"

"Won't that mess up my hair? I have to look presentable", I smiled teasing him a bit.

"Your right", he spoke softly. Tapping his chin he thought for a moment. His eyes quickly lit up. "You can wear a helmet! So the wind won't mess it up"

I laughed. "Sounds like a plan"

My phone rang and I picked it up. A reminder lit up my screen. "I gotta go. I wanted to visit my brother before my therapy session"

I've decided it'd be good to get some help for my mental issues and it has been. I may not forgive myself,  but everyday I get closer and closer of finally feeling at peace.

Peter quickly nodded. "Okay. I'll see you later", leaning down he gently kissed me on the cheek. I nodded my head and grabbed my essentials and left.

As I walked down the street I thought back on these past two weeks with Peter.

Though we're not even in a relationship we sure do act like it. We go out like we're on dates. I've moved from the couch to his bed that we now share. We kiss and do other things...