The TSB fanfic 🐻‍❄️🌊🔪🌲 (Cole x Peter)

Peter's Parents

Original story, created by- Dakotahstacy3. ONLY on Wattpad.
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(Written back in July 2024)

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This is set back to when Peter's parents didn't know he was gay. It'll be fun.

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Peter's pov
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"Oh, no way! I won that game! Fair and square!" I shouted.

"You did not! You definitely cheated!" Cole argued, gesturing towards the tv.

"No I didn't!" Just accept that!"

Cole continued to complain, saying I must have cheated some way.

"Just because I'm better at something than you, doesn't mean I'm cheating!" I said.

"But you-"
He was cut off.

"Boys!!" My mom barged into my room.
Both of us wide eyed and startled.

"Why are you two so loud?" She asked annoyed, hand son her hips.

"Oh, uh... sorry." We apologized, nervously smiling.

She sighed, closing the door then walking away.
We sat there for a moment in silence.

"Huh- that went well." Cole said.

Rolling my eyes at him then looking back at the tv.

"Let's just play another game. Okay?" I said.

"Alright. What we playin?" He asked.

"How about this one. But- no getting angry when I win." I said.

"What-? Oh come on. I just- oh..." He said realizing his tone.

"Yeah, Mr. Anger issues."

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"Ugh, fine. You won that one." Cole admitted, laying back onto my bed.

"Yep. I know." I said, leaning on my elbow.

"Hey, no need to rub it in." He said annoyed.

"Oh really? I thought you liked being rubbed..." I said slowly in a low voice. Tracing on fingers on his torso.

Too flustered to say anything he just laid there.
Shaking my head at him.

"Oh your adorable." I said, leaning up to kiss him.
Rubbing my hand across his torso while we kissed.

"Mm." I pulled away, thinking for a second.
"Hey, Cole?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Can we, make out and- maybe do some stuff?" I looked into his eyes seductively.

"Oh, I-uh." Cole mumbled flustered.
Glancing towards the door.

"I can lock it. Okay?" I said, getting up to lock my bedroom door. Then getting back to him.

"Yeah. Thanks baby. Love you." He smiled, gently grabbing my face, kissing me.

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"Do you have to leave?" I pouted, holding onto his hand.

"Yeah. But we can still talk on the phone. I'm just really tired." He said, standing beside my bed while I held onto him.

"But- why can't you stay hereeee?" I whined.

"Baby. Your parents won't let me stay the night. You know that." He explained.
Grabbing my hand, he lifted it up to his lips. Leaving a gentle kiss.

"I'm sorry I have to go. But, maybe we can have a sleepover sometime." He winked.