𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ♥

lover boy

peter couldn't sleep and he wasn't sure why. maybe it was because he was thinking too much; thinking about octavia. he didn't know what to do. he had tried every tip and trick she gave him to do during his sleepless nights, but nothing seemed to work.

it was 3:40 am now and peter still couldn't sleep, so he decided to call octavia. of course he contemplated this idea, he didn't want to disrupt her and her precious sleep. after what felt like forever, he decided to act upon his thoughts.

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it was peter's sixth time calling octavia and she still haven't answered. this was a mistake he thought. peter didn't want to wake her or her family up, so he decided to give up. a few minutes later; once peter finally got comfortable in bed, the phone rang.

peter quickly ran towards the car shaped phone and answered it — "hello?" it was octavia.

"hi tavia, it's pete. i just wanted to talk to you, i'm having a little trouble sleeping and i thought it was a good idea to call you. but this was probably a mistake, i'm sorry you can go back to sleep."

peter used the nickname he truly despised; pete. it was a nickname that he begged everyone not to call him and because of this octavia did this on purpose. she called him pete to annoy him and after calling him this for so long, it became a regular thing.

"peter did you use the methods i told you to try last time?" she asked, sounding as if she was moving around.

"yeah i did, but nothing helped. i don't know what to do tavia."

"hey don't worry, i'm sure we can figure something out! maybe you can drink some tea or read a book? that always helps me." octavia was starting to get louder, she was probably sitting outside by now.

"no, mom forgot to buy more tea last time she went shopping and the closest thing i have to a book is some boring ass magazine.."

peter looked around his room, it was kinda messy. dirty clothes and trash were scattered around the place, he should probably clean up a bit; peter was sure that there must be a book in here somewhere. probably a book that he forgot to return a friend or the library.

"no please don't go. i just wanna talk."

peter hates to admit that he needs octavia for comfort, he doesn't want to seem clingy. but she doesn't really mind, she actually likes peter depending on her or at least whenever he needs something.

"oh okay, well what do you want to talk about?" octavia asked. peter imagined her sitting out on the front porch, looking up at city lights. he wished he could see the look on her face, the way she was admiring the view.

"anything, tell me one of your stories."

"a story? well i tell them best in person, it doesn't make the same impact on the phone.." octavia said.

peter smiled at her response. "hmm well i'll be there as fast as possible, anyway they don't call me quicksilver for nothing."

octavia laughed. "yeah sure pete, so are you coming or not?"

there was no response. she felt a slight breeze and in a blink of an eye peter was there. "yeah, i'm coming"

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i think this is my shortest one yet and its not the best thing in the world, sorry. i've kinda got alot going on like i fr had a mental breakdown during physics on friday and punched a hole into a wall at school LMAO. but on a real note i'm trying to write as much as i can because writing is a pleasurable (not in a weird way) think for me, i find comfort in it i always have. i hope that you guys are enjoying these and please do send me requests!!!

ilysm

-abi