A supertale Of New York

Part 6

You got off the subway after about 6 stops "this way" peter grabbed your hand and lead you out of the station and on to the busy street. There were police cars and ambulances everywhere , and the 5 o'clock news was reporting there "I wonder what happened?" You shouted to peter, you could barely hear yourself think over all the sirens . "Yeah.... " peter seemed very distant today, what was up with him ? You made it to the sandwich shop and as peter opened the door , a cat slinked passed your feet. "Hey buddy!" Peter cooed and ran his fingers along the cats tail as it ran onto the street. A man behind the counter started talking to peter in Spanish and peter laughed at what ever he said , and then started speaking back completely fluently . You had no idea what he was saying but it made your heart pound nonetheless. Peter turned his head and looked at you as if he'd asked you a question. "Hmmm?" 

"He was asking you what you wanted, I thought you spoke Spanish?" Peter questioned "No, French" you said and raised an eyebrow in confusion "OH! yeah that makes more sense... I heard some weird music in your apartment yesterday, I thought it was Spanish!" He chuckled. Christine and the queens isn't "weird" it's "alternative" you thought. Peter got some kind of crazy meat combination and pickles. Gross. You got tuna and cheese. Peter said goodbye to the Spanish guy and led you to an apartment building . "This is where I live , apartment 13b" he said while pushing the 13th button in the lift " "thirteen is my lucky number" you said to him as the elevator doors closed. "Really !? Most people think it's unlucky." "Yeah, so no one has it as their lucky number and they miss out on all the luckiness" you said sarcastically. Peter laughed and passed you your sandwich out of his bag.

"Aunt may's not home so we can eat in my room" he said and wiggled his tongue around. Oh my god . You were pretty sure he wasn't aware of his innuendo but you had to laugh anyway "what?" He looked at you weirdly as you snorted with laughter . "Oh.... OH NO I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE ... OH MY..." he eventually figured out why you were laughing. He joined you in your hysterics and walked you through to his bedroom. You sat on his bed and peter took his sweater off. He was wearing a white shirt ..... so the patches of blood were very obvious.....

No..... no no no no no no no . Oh shit . You're such and idiot , you've fallen for a fucking serial killer and now you're stuck in his house WHYWHYWHY did it have to be you? Fuck y/n you can't die now. You completely froze up and then you felt your heart shake .oh my god oh my god. Peter threw his sweater on to the bunk bed above you , he caught a glimpse of the sheer terror on your face and immediately asked you "are you all right y/n ? What's wrong?" He saw that you were looking at his shirt and he gasped when he saw the blood all over it "no" he whispered and quickly took his shirt off. 

Blood was pouring out of three huge cuts on his chest "damn it" he muttered and grabbed a big green bag from behind the closet. You still couldn't move, maybe your life wasn't in danger anymore , but how the hell did a nerdy kid like peter get an injury like that . "Peter" was all you could say. "Peter how the fuck did that happen " he still said nothing and just fumbled around in the bag "PETER!" You screamed . you were terrified, terrified that peter was a completely different person to who you thought, terrified of whoever did that to him, or terrified that he might have done it to himself. He came and sat on the bed and put the bag between you. At this point now you were crying and shivering in fear.

"It's ok y/n, I'm fine, I just.... oh god .. I'm just.." He started to wince and groan, now that he had noticed the injury, the pain doubled. It broke your heart to see him hurting, you wanted to look after him, to heal him, to love him. Oh for Christ's sake y/n you only met the boy yesterday, stop being so bloody dopey . "What happened?" you said as peter opened packets and laid out bottles. He just stared at you , you could see his eyes welling up. "Peter....peter did you do this to yourself?" He shook his head "who did this?" For some reason you started to feel incredibly protective of peter. He just shook his head again. "Please tell me...peter please I.....I wanna help you"

"Don't worry y/n , I couldn't tell you if I wanted too" He cried through gritted teeth as he dabbed a clear liquid onto his wounds.

Suddenly your nurturing instinct kicked in. You moved over to him to look at the wounds more closely. "They're not that deep, babe, you shouldn't need stitches or anything but .." you looked in the bag for more supplies and peter said "Babe...?" What? You looked at him , confused. "You called me babe.." he said with a slight smile on his face , oh right . We're in America , you remembered. "Oh sorry, it's a British thing, we call everybody babe" the smile vanished from his lips. "Ah.. there we go" you exclaimed as you found the steristrips . You began to patch peter up, he cried out every time you touched him. That hurt, you wanted to take all the pain away from him. "Last one darling" you whispered gently and you stuck the final strip to his body . "That a British thing too?" He asked , relieved that the pain had stopped. He was so sweet and cute and ... fucking ripped. Pecs and abs and that v shape muscle at the bottom... now's your chance you thought. "No, that's because I like you" you stood up and kissed his forehead .

"You like me?" "Yeah I Fuckin do!" You laughed . Oh god . Please feel the same way. please. please . "I love you too ...... LIKE ! SHIT! I LIKE YOU TOO , I like you not...yeah" he laughed nervously. Oh wow, I love you , peter . You went to say the words, and then remembered, you only met him 36 hours ago.... you can't be in love with someone you just met . "I don't even know your last name, peter, .... but I wanna be with you... like you know ... be your girlfriend and stuff..." you felt yourself blushing . "Parker" "What?" "My last name... it's parker . And I'd love it if you were my girlfriend, y/n" ohmygodohmygodohmygod. "Ok .... well let's do that then.." you said to peter. "Ok" he whispered , with the same grin on his face as he had in chemistry yesterday.

You weren't sure what to do next .... "sandwich?" You said to peter, laughing. "definitely, but first..." peter bolted up and placed his finger under your chin. And then he kissed you. You had never kissed anyone before, but you wanted to kiss him back... your mind raced along with your heart. "Am I doing it right?" You thought. He hasn't stopped , that was a good sign, he started to kiss you harder. Ok, this wasn't the worst feeling in the world. You could feel your pulse throughout your whole body, what was this boy doing to you? And then , with no warning, peter pushed his tongue past your teeth and into your mouth. ew ew ew e.... oh ... ok.