Peter's POV
I could tell Gwen was most definetly not fine. Her head was hidden in her hands, and she barely even mumbled anwser. Arriving to Gwen's building, I stopped the car, but left the car unlocked.
"Come on, Gwen, you can tell me," I whispered gently, but she only quickly raised her head up and gave me an accusing look.
"Peter, we just started talking a few days ago, and you're not my boyfriend, so please open this door," she sharply said, anger evident in her tone.
Her words then started to bounce around my head, "You're not my boyfriend. You're not my boyfriend." I could feel tears on the brink of falling, but I fought them back, "Yeah, sorry."
Gwen looked at me like she wanted to say something, but closed her mouth and turned around.
"I'll walk you up," I said quietly.
She nodded before carefully stepping out of the car. I quickly swung over and landed right in front of her.
Gwen gave me a look of confusion, which I chose to ignore.
We walked to the door of the lobby, which was very new to me. In all the time I had been dating Gwen, I had never actually well...used the elevator through the lobby. It was always just much easier for me to climb up through the fire escape, but there was a chance Gwen would get just a teensy suspicous if I guided her up that way.
The whole elevator ride was silent, but not the comfortable ones I was used to with Gwen. There was tension in the air, not to mention she was firmly looking ahead, her face unreadable.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, "Gwen, I'm sorry for pushing you so hard. It's just...I care about you."
She sighed and faced me, "I know you do, Peter. Some things are just sensitive for me, I hope you can understand that."
I nodded, and tried to ignore the fact that with each thing she said my heart would break even more, "Yeah, I understand."
Gwen smiled, "Thanks. And I'm sorry for lashing out at you."
We both stepped off the elevator, "Hey, no problem, I desereved it."
"Well, this is my stop," she reached over and pulled me into a fast hug. "Thanks for driving me back."
I gave her a small grin, "If you need anything else, let me know. Even if you want something simple such-"
She laughed, cutting me off, "Goodbye Peter."
A look of mock anger crossed my face at her cutting me off, but my face then broke into a smile, "Bye, Gwen."
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forget me not
Fiksi Penggemar~He could almost see it in her eyes. A spark of memory, of recognition, before once again, it was gone.~ We know what happens in the movie when Gwen Stacy fell from the clock tower that one night. But this isn't the movie. *Gweter short story fanfi...
