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

Chapter 70: Acceptance

Y/N POV

I woke up the next morning, wrapped tightly in Peter's arms. I rolled over to face him and that's when I noticed he was purring contently. I smiled at his sleeping face. I sat up as much as I could to try and see the alarm clock on the other side of him. He whined and buried his face into my chest.
  "Seriously Peter?" I whispered.
He really was clingy. I giggled a little. The time on the alarm clock read 9:30am. Wow. I slightly tapped Peter's shoulder.
  "Hey, it's time to get up." I said.
He shook his head.
  "Can we cuddle longer?" He begged, looking up at me.
Those damn puppy eyes. I sighed.
  "But food." I said.
  "But food can wait." Peter said.
  "But I can't." I said, frowning.
  "Yes you can." Peter muttered.
  "You know I only came in here because I was scared. Not to be held against my will because you need cuddles, mister." I explained.
  "You know you enjoy them as much as me." He said, smirking.
  "Mhm sure." I said sarcastically.
  "Or are you still extremely mad at me?" He said, looking slightly upset.
  "No. Not really. I've just kinda accepted this now. I mean like you said before, things could be worse. Plus... After yesterday's little make out session or whatever, I've come to terms that even if I wanted to still escape or leave, I couldn't. So you don't need to worry, Peter." I explained.
  "Couldn't? As in you've tried?" He asked, sitting up and frowning.
  "No no. Couldn't as in because I've missed this too much. I've missed us. Sure we only dated in high-school for like a week and a half but you're the first person who actually cares, listens, and loves me. I'm being honest." I said.
He narrowed his eyes a bit before a smiled crossed his face. He pulled me into a hug, kissing me repeatedly on the cheek.
  "I told you, Y/N. We're meant to be." Peter mumbled between kisses.
  "Ok ok ok stop. I gotta go to the bathroom." I said, trying to pull myself from his grip.
  "Nope! We're cuddling!" He said, falling onto his back, pulling me on top of him.
I yelped a little in shock. He placed kisses along my neck, collar bone, and shoulders. I let out a huff but gave up. Then I leaned in and kissed his cheek. He nearly stopped what he was doing and looked at me with shock and awe. I giggled more at his wide eyes and flushed red face. I kissed him a few more times and he hugged into me more, blushing hardly.
  "Oh you're such a dork." I said.
  "Love you." He mumbled before letting me out of his grasp.
  "I love you too Peter." I said.
  "I'll go get breakfast made while you use the bathroom." Peter said, standing up.
  "Sounds like a plan." I said, giving him a thumbs up as I walked over to his bathroom.
He smiled, walking out of the room. I walked into the bathroom, shutting the door.

TK's POV

I had ended up in staying at Lucy's apartment that night. The police said they'd do everything they can to look out for Y/N and track her down. I got no sleep that night though. Lucy woke up about 5 minutes ago and was now making coffee.
  "I hope Y/N is ok." I muttered.
  "Me too." Lucy said.
  "So... The text you got... Did it say anything you think would hint to where they'd be?" I asked.
  "Nope. Just said, 'Hey I'm leaving town. I'm sick of paying for your rent and working triple shifts is killing me. Sorry this is so sudden. Good luck with rent.'" Lucy explained.
  "See... If it was Peter though, he would have been a dick about it. So that's the only thing throwing me off. Maybe she really did leave? But there is no way!" I complained.
Just then there was a banging on the apartment door. Lucy scrambled over to it, frantically. She swung it open and there stood Y/N's sister, Steph. She pushed passed Lucy and ran over to me. Her mascara was running down her face and her eyes were red.
  "Oh my gosh! Y/N was fucking kidnapped by her creepy ass ex?! You're joking, right TK?" She asked, stopping in front of me.
  "Well, we don't know for sure but... There is a high chance she was." I said.
Steph began to cry more. Lucy walked over and placed a hand on her shoulder.
  "Girl, we're gonna find her. Ok? Calm down." Lucy said.
  "I knew I shouldn't have ever encouraged her to fuck that goth kid! I was such a dumb bitch! Now my poor sister is out there probably being tortured to death! And it's all my damn fault!" Steph sobbed.

Y/N POV

After breakfast, me and Peter decided to walk outside for a bit. Mostly him showing me more of the area. I had been outside a few times, but never really toured around. Just on the porch mostly or out in the small shed when Peter was looking for something.
  "You know what would be fun to have?" I asked.
  "Kids?" Peter asked, looking over at me with a smile.
  "Um... Let's start small." I muttered.
  "Oh. What were you thinking?" He asked.
  "Ducks. Since we have a small stream. They'd be fun to watch." I explained.
  "Hm. Guess I never thought about that." Peter said.
  "And if they would have babies it'd be so cute. Tiny little ducklings running around." I said, smiling.
  "I can look into that. Though we may need to build a small house for them for the winters, since it gets super cold up here." Peter explained.
  "Ooo that'd be fun to do." I said.
Peter smiled. We walked along the small stream. It was about knee deep. There were some fish in there, swimming at the bottom. I stopped to admire them. I turned to look at Peter to point them out to him, but that's when I noticed he had been standing slightly farther away.
  "Something wrong?" I asked.
  "I just... Like avoiding water." Peter said.
I then remembered what he had told me about having aquaphobia. I laughed a little.
  "Peter it's like knee deep. Come see the fish for heavens sake." I said.
  "Nah. You'll probably drown me." He said.
  "Oh yeah. Me drown you? As if." I said.
  "Hey I don't know if you're still mad or whatever." He said.
I rolled my eyes.
  "Obviously I'm not. I've even said that. Plus remember? I couldn't live with the guilt, knowing I killed someone." I explained, placing a hand on my hip.
  "Fine. But if you even try." He said, walking over to me.
I took his hand in mine and turned to point out the fish. Peter's grip tightened when he stopped to look. I chuckled slightly.

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