Peter/YB X Female Reader //Highschool Drama//

Chapter 68: Kitchen Disaster

Y/N POV

Soon we had a majority of the ingredients out. Though for some reason the flour could not be found.
  "Peter you live here. How the hell can't you find it? Are you sure you had some?" I asked from on top of the counter.
  "One hundred percent sure. Also please be careful up there." Peter said from the other side of the kitchen.
  "I am. But damn, you have a lot of fucking shit. No wonder why you lose things." I said.
  "Well maybe I'll look into getting things organized. Does that sound ok to you, love?" Peter asked.
I chuckled.
  "It's your house. That's your choice." I said.
  "Actually it's OUR house. And mostly YOUR choice." Peter said, walking over to me.
I turned around and sat down onto the counter. Peter placed his hands down on the counter on either side of me, leaning in and smirking.
  "And why would it be just my choice, sir?" I asked.
  "If you want me to make the choices, I can. But I want things how you want/like things. Ok?" He explained.
I couldn't help but laugh.
  "Anyways let's keep looking." I said.
Peter nodded and turned to walk towards the kitchen pantry. I walked over to it as well. Man this pantry was big. But eventually Peter found it.
  "Ok! Now let's get started for real this time." Peter said.
We started on making the dough. I was reading instructions before Peter had purposely blew flour at me.
  "Peter! How childish can you be?" I asked.
Just then he dipped his hand into the flout and swiped his thumb across my forehead.
  "Simba." He muttered, holding back laughter.
  "Oh you asked for it." I said, grabbing a handful of flour and throwing it at his face.
He held his hands up in defense but failed.
  "I'm sorry it was just funny!" Peter said, laughing.
  "How do you like having flour all over your damn face?" I asked, dusting the flour off my forehead.
  "I mean I didn't take a damn handful to your face, now did I?" He said.
  "Yeah yeah yeah." I giggled a little.
  "Ok the dough is nearly ready." Peter said.
  "Mk. I'll grab the sauce and cheese. What toppings do you prefer?" I asked, walking over to the fridge.
  "I'm ok with whatever. Nothing spicy though." Peter said.
  "Got it. How about a classic pepperoni pizza. Nothing to extreme for now." I said, grabbing everything from the fridge.
I walked back over to the counter and set everything down.
  "Fine by me, darling." He said with a smile.

// Time Skip //

We had finished prepping the pizza and it was now in the oven.
  "Well, I'll get the broom and clean up our flour mess since someone had to be screwing around." I said, sarcastically.
  "No no no. You go sit down, I'll clean the mess up. Then we can eat and watch a movie love." Peter said.
  "Peter, I can help. You know that." I said.
  "Y/N. I got it. Don't worry." Peter said, smiling.
I frowned slightly but sighed. I know how this goes and I never win. I just felt bad. I do absolutely nothing but chill and Peter seems to do every little chore. Though he does allow me to do my own laundry. Thankfully. I hate other people doing my laundry in general. And having my creepy, obsessed stalker doing it wouldn't make me feel comfortable at all.
  "Mk. I'll wait for ya in the living room." I said
  "I'll be quick, darling." He said.
I nodded, walking over to the living room.

TK's POV

I couldn't take it anymore. Peter did something to Y/N. She wouldn't just up and leave town. Would she? I ran to Lucy's place. Once I got there I banged on the door frantically. Just then the door swung open.
  "Wha- Oh. Hey TK. What's up?" Lucy asked.
She was currently only in her undergarments, probably 'studying'.
  "Go put clothes on. Then we need to talk." I said.
  "Can I finish my session quick? I've been waiting all week for this. Especially since I started working cause Y/N decided to up and ditch me." Lucy complained.
  "No! That's the problem! I don't think Y/N left on purpose! Now change and let's talk!" I shouted, sighing.
  "Ok. BRB." She said, closing the door.
After a few minutes the door opened and a guy walked out. He glared at me and let out a huff. I just rolled my eyes and walked into the apartment.
  "So are you trying to say Y/N was kidnapped?" Lucy asked.
I nodded.
  "Did Y/N ever tell you about anything in the past to do with her ex?" I asked as we sat down.
  "Hold up! You telling me Y/N actually dated in her past?" Lucy asked shocked.
  "That's not the point!" I yelled.
  "Ok ok. And no. She mentioned something about a traumatic incident. But according to her past, she sounds like she had a lot of trouble with parents and school." Lucy explained.
  "Well, let me explain it to you." I said, sighing.
I was not ready to talk about it. Me and Y/N would pretend it never happened. Mostly for her sake. But... I need to tell Lucy if we're gonna find her or figure out what happened. That bastard Peter took her and I know it.

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