A Conformist Love Story (Part 2): Goth Kid Pete x Reader

Chapter Seven

I let her cry for a few minutes, so she could get it all out. I rubbed her back as she continued to bawl.  wanted to ask what was wrong, but I knew she couldn't bare to actually speak at the moment. The pit in my stomach told me what was wrong though. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I was what was wrong. She knew it. I knew it. Heneretta knew it. Stan and Kyle probably knew it too.

Finally, her sobs slowly died down, and she looked up at me with tired, red eyes.

"(Y/N), I-"

"This is really fucking hard," she interrupted. "Really hard...Like i want to spend my time with you, but I've hardly gotten a text back, let alone seen you."

"(Y/N), I know-"

She took in a loud breath, interrupting me, "it's okay though. We both knew this would be hard. It's okay. Do what you have to, okay?"

I looked at her sad face causing my heart to sink. "(Y/N)... are you sure?"

She gave the saddest, most forced smile I had ever seen, worse than the ones Heneretta gives in her family pictures, and nodded. "Yeah, secrets are hard, but they are meant to be kept."

I took a hard swallow and wrapped my arm around her, pulling her in close over the armrest. "We can sneak into my place if you want? Watch a movie? I'll  let you choose it."

So, we went to his house. I had to sneak through the tiny window that let into his basement. It was the first time I had ever been to Pete's, and it's the closest I've ever felt to him. I curled up onto the couch next to him, and we watched a movie. I knew it probably wasn't Pete's type, but he didn't say anything. He just wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer to him, placing a kiss on top of my forehead.