Y/N and Goth Peter

Backyard Boy ✏️

I woke up. Peter was still holding me tight. He had drool down his face, and his head was tilted back.
Aw, he's kinda cute asleep.
I shimmied out of his arms and headed down the hall to the bathroom. Sarah was asleep in her room.
I looked in the bathroom mirror.
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?
There was a purple splotch on my neck.
Is that a-
I heard footsteps coming down the hall. I covered my neck with my hair and went to close the door, but the door was stopped. Peter flung the door open.
"What are you doing?" He wiped his eyes.
"I was gonna brush my teeth."
"Well I have to piss."
"Here let me-" Before I could finish, he had already unzipped his pants and made his way to the toilet.
"Did you see your gift from me?"
I was beet red. "G-Gift?"
"On your neck, darling." He smirked.
I put my hand on the spot. "Yeah, I did."
"Did you like it?"
Do I?
"Yes, I do." I answered him very quiet.
He smiled and zipped his pants back up. "Good." He planted a kiss on my forehead before squeezing past me and out of the bathroom.
He... didn't wash... his... HANDS!!!
I followed him down the hall into the kitchen. I sat at the table while he fixed two bowls of cereal.
"Are one of those for me?"
"Of course." He grinned at me.
This is so weird. He went from hating me to liking me.
He went to grab a spoon, but I stopped him. "Can you wash your hands?"
"What?"
"Can you please wash your hands before getting me a spoon? You didn't wash them when you got out of the bathroom." My mouth was curled up disgusted.
He rolled his eyes, rinsed his hands, and grabbed me a spoon. He sat down beside me at the table. He put one of his hands on my thigh and used the other to eat. I blushed as I ate.
"What do you wanna do today?" He crunched.
"Oh, I don't know. I have work at 3."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah, TK's gonna come pick me up and-"
"Ugh." Peter took his hand off me.
"What? What's wrong?"
"Why do you hang out with him?"
"I- I don't know. He's my friend."
"He obviously likes you."
"... I know."
Peter squinted his eyes at me. "I'll be taking you to work, or you can call out."
I nodded. "I'll text him to let him know."
"He doesn't have to know."
"Okay."
Peter smiled scooted my chair closer to him.