Just friends

Chapter 4

I got up early so I could go to breakfast with Carter. I put on a floral dress and sandals and curl my hair. I then walk into the bathroom and grab two pills of Advil and a glass of water and leave it on Peter's night stand before leaving with in seperate cars as Carter. We meet at a near by Pancake House.

"Is he awake yet?" Carter asks.

"No, still passed out." I explain before we walk into the building. We sit down and get our food.

"So, did you get a chance to talk to him last night? You know, before he passed out."

"Eh, a little."

"And?"

"He said the reason he got so drunk was because he had things he wanted to express but has nobody to express it to and just thought alcohol was the answer.".

"You're his best friend. Why couldn't he talk to you?"

"I don't know, I asked him the same thing and he said he couldn't. I know something's up and he asked if he could talk once he's sober so, once his hangover passes a little bit and such, we're gonna talk." I explain.

"Well then." he says.

We finish our meals and head outside. He pulls me in for a hug. A long, tight hug I should say. I bury my nose in his chest just to take in the short period of time I'm in his arms. I give him a kiss right after he got into his car and left. I then drove back to the apartment. The entire time I kept thinking of what could be going through Peter's head. What could be hurting him so badly to want to drink?

I get to the apartment building and head immediately upstairs. When I get up there I can hear Peter groaning from the pain of a hangover. I walk inside and close all the blinds. I then walk into his room. There he was curled up in a ball.

"Did you take the Advil I left for you?" I ask.

"Wait, you left Advil for me?" he asks.

"I take it you didn't bother to look on your night stand." he then sits up and takes the Advil. "So, why were you pissed drunk last night?" I sit on the foot of the bed.

He lets out a heavy sigh. "I have to go back home tomorrow because my grandmother is in the hospital. She had a heart attack and they're not sure if she's going to make it. They need me there just in case." he explains.

"Okay, but what else? There had to have been something else bothering you. You kept rambling on how I don't give a fuck about you and how amazing I am."

"To be continued."

"Peter, I'm you're best friend. You can tell me anything on this planet. I don't care how embarrassing it is. You have to tell me what it is that's bothering you."

"That's just it. I can't tell you because if I did things would be weird and I can't lose you as my best friend."

"Did you talk to Josh about it?"

"Yes, but it still got to me."

It's times like this that make me wish we were still dating. He was way more open with me when we were. He told me everything. From the time he ran around a park during a family reunion naked, to the time in middle school he accidentally farted in class and was humiliated.

"When you're ready to tell me, I'll be waiting." I say before walking out.

*

Since I did a little bit of over time, I stayed home for the week. On Monday, I helped Peter take his stuff out to his car before he left for Pittsburgh to go take care of his Grandma. He's not expected back until next Saturday. So for practically the first time since we've moved into the apartment, I can finally just walk around the house in just my underwear and bra. I start making my self some lunch. I start playing the random music I always love playing.