Gwen' P.O.V.
I can't believe Peter came into my work today, knowing that we would run into each other somewhere. We both are like two opposing sides of a magnet that are pulled together when in the magnetic field. We always find our way to each other, and it doesn't matter what our relationship status is at that point.
I really wish that I hadn't saw him. I have been doing so great lately. He only crosses my mind a few times in the day. I only drive by his house once a week. I know, I know. I sound like a crazy, overly obsessed, borderline-psycho ex who can't move on, but hey, maybe I am. No, but really I'm not. I'm just concerned for his safety. He literally is jumping off the walls of New York City and dangling from a filament of web. That's enough to drive a preacher to drinking.
His mind works in wonder filled ways. He and I were the smartest of our class and our brains worked alike as much as black and grey accent each other (and, girls, that's a beautiful match).
I don't know. Ever since my father's death, it's like I don't even know him anymore. I miss my old Peter. Hell, I miss my Peter in general. I haven't been with him since the night I told him to leave me alone, and that was two months ago.
Before I realize what I'm doing, I'm dialing his number into my number pad and the dial tone sings in my ear.
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Peter's P.O.V.
Harry talks about this chocolate candy stuff and suddenly, I'm hungry. I decide to pull into Baskin Robins to get some Cookies N Cream for my hungered abdomen. I'm in line and there's people everywhere. It's kind of driving me crazy because I'm very claustrophobic and small places like this aren't made for mobs of people. Why are these not made bigger? This is New York City and kids these days eat ice cream instead of Tummy Yummy Vitamins. There needs to be more lines with more cash registers with more cashiers with more--
My mind ranting is cut off by the tone of my phone. I leave it in my pocket with it buzzing because I'm finally to the front of the line. I place my order and grab Harry's. I get back into my car and coast my phone out of my pocket to see who called. Gwen. Oh my God. What if something is wrong?
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Bitten
FanfictionPeter maybe able to save others from danger, but can he save himself? He goes through many things that test his ability to continue on. His main priority is her and he must keep her safe, but that's hard after her father requests that he stays awa...
