Broken

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Peter found you curled up on his sofa, his mother rubbing circles against your back, he quickly took her place.

"Hey, (Y/N) it's ok." Peter muttered as you sat up and hid your face in his shoulder, sobbing loudly, as he kept whispering over and over.

"No it's not." You cried. "He's so stupid and mean so why do I care so much?" You sighed and wiped your eyes

"Because you love him... even though his' a dick sometimes." Peter grumbled.

The rest of the afternoon was spent much of the same way, Peter comforting you, while you wailed or cried sometimes even swearing about Roman which only made Peter chuckle.

"It'll be ok (Y/N)." He muttered softly.

Before either of you thought it through his lips were on yours, on hand cupping the back of your head, while his other arm stayed flung over the back of his musty sofa.

"Wait Peter I'm sorry." You gasped pulling away from him, he nodded, understanding why you'd stopped.

"Seriously?" Roman asked from the doorway of the trailer and turned on his heels.

"Roman!" Peter called only to find his friend had stormed to his car and was already screeching up the road.

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