Gwen's POV
"That's not your job," the girl voiced, confusion and worry evident in her tone.
He hesitated only slightly, before responding, "Maybe it is."
There was a moment of silence, before the boy suddenly spoke, "I really liked kissing you. You're an amazing kisser."
A tinge of pink spraying her cheeks, she looked down before looking up and as seriously as she could, responding, "It was good for me too."
He smiled.
_ _ _ _
I woke up with a start. I was no longer on the couch, but curled up in my bed. My face felt stiff, and it took me only a moment to remember I had been crying. And why.
Rubbing my eyes slightly, I reminded myself over and over again. "Don't let this happen. Don't let them fall. Not for him. Never for him."
My brothers' snores could be heard from the next room, and I willed myself to fall asleep again. But I wanted the voices to end. I was so tired of feeling like an idiot, constantly having no idea what anything meant.
There was the sound of police sirens from outside my window, and I felt a stab of fear grip my heart.
"Bug boy."
The phrase was new, completely foreign to me. Yet it managed to reach my mind without any second thoughts or reactions.
But it didn't- couldn't- mean anything.
Resting my head back on my pillow, I closed my eyes and tried everything I could to bring a sense of peace to my mind.
Allowing the sounds of New York to carry on, I felt myself drift off.
The same voice from earlier was speaking, " You're wrong about us being on different paths. We're not on different paths. You're my path. And you're always gonna be my path. And I know there's a million reasons why we shouldn't be together. I know that. But I'm tired of them. I'm tired of every single one of them. We've all gotta make a choice. Right? Well, I choose you."
More words were exchanged, before there was a shattering of sparks flying and exploding off everywhere, yet she felt fine. No, perfect was the right word.
She felt perfect.
_ _ _ _
Not for the first time that night, I woke, but this time not in confusion. Not hesitating any longer, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, and scrolled through my contacts. Finally, I found Peter's name.
I didn't care about the fact that it was barely morning. I tried not to think about how I had practically kicked him out of my house.
Taking a deep breath, I dialed.
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