You and Peter had a huge fight a few days ago and you haven't spoken since. When he gets home, he gets a shower, gets ready for bed, and goes to sleep. Without one word being said. You were so upset with him so you did the same. You never spoke a single sound to him and you weren't planning to. Not until he apologizes. The reason, he called you a name that really hurt. He had seen Felix flirting with you and assumed you were flirting back. But you knew you weren't. You were trying to walk away from him but he wouldn't let you. So then, when he accused you of it, you obviously told him you weren't but he didn't believe you. And that ended with yelling, and name calling. And he called you a whore.
You hated that word, and he knew it. You always hated it. You thought it was the grossest most degrading word of them all. But again, he knew that. Yet he called you it anyways.
And that ended with you balling your eyes out and screaming at him and him screaming back and now you weren't talking to each other.
You sat in your swing on the balcony of Peter and your's treehouse. It's slight squeak was all that was heard. You just sat there wondering if he meant it. If he meant what he said about you. Did he really think that you were, in fact, a......whore. You swallowed harshly and looked at your fingers. You had continued to tell yourself that he was just worked up and he didn't actually think that of you. But each time you asked yourself that question, you started to doubt. And each time it brought tears to your eyes. The person that you loved with all your heart thought that you were a disgusting, repulsive whore. You slowly aloud those tears to roll down your cheek. The light breeze causing your cheeks to become cold. You quickly wiped them away and looked up at the sky. It was very dark. Almost black, but not quite. There were billions of stars scattered across the sky. It almost looked as if it were straight out of a painting. You sighed and relaxed a little. But you soon realized that Peter hadn't come home yet.
Not that you were worried, but you wondered where he could've been at this time of night. It had to be at least midnight.
You got up out of the swing and scurried into the warm house. You looked at the clock and sure enough, it was midnight. You rolled your eyes and went to the kitchen. You usually went to bed when he got home so him being out so late worried you. But you weren't going to admit that. You looked upon the counter were a single slip of paper was laying. You cautiously picked it up, since you hadn't seen it there before.
Dear Y/N,
Please meet me by the lake as soon as you read this. I have a surprise for you.
Love,
Peter
P.S.
Don't bring a bathing suit ;)
You quickly questioned if you should go or not. Besides, he hadn't spoken to you in almost 3 days. You threw caution to the wind and put the paper down.
"F**k it." You said.
You put some shoes on and headed out the door.
When you got to the lake you saw Peter standing by the water. You stopped a few feet away from him and crossed your arms.
"What do you want Peter." You asked with a very annoyed tone. He turned around to look at you and your eyes locked.
You felt like it was the first time you had seen him in what felt like forever.
He started walking towards you and you panicked.
"What do you want Peter!" You asked. This time, a bit more angry.
He kept closing in on you and you backed away a little.
"Peter, I said what do you......"
