PRETENDING. [petermj]

sleep it off.

Peter huffed as he knelt down beside the girl, and then looked around to see if anyone could help them out, but no one was around so he decided to take matters into his own hands. 

Michelle Jones was not exactly a like-able person, she was the type of girl to stand on top of a car with a megaphone yelling about what was wrong in the political system at 7am, which is what she done. Twice. When everyone was trying to sleep because they had class at 8am. Peter had heard her outside of his dorm once, and rolled over to the side of his bed where his nightstand was, and called campus security on her anonymously. In short, the yelling stopped 30 minutes later.

The boy stood to his feet and weighed out his options, pacing back and forth beside her. As much as he hated Michelle, he knew that helping her would be for the greater good. He couldn't just leave her unconcious on a random frat lawn, especially with that creep whose nose was now broken because of him, wandering around. 

Peter sighed and knelt back down beside the girl's body, muttering to himself about how awful the night had been. He gently slid his hands underneath the small of her back, hoisting her up from the ground. Her body was a little heavier than he had expected, especially with the alcohol adding more weight to her. Peter held her in his arms for a split second, and then quickly shifted his weight to toss her over his shoulder, earning himself a soft groan from Michelle. "Well at least she's alive." He muttered to himself and started to drag the both of them towards his dormitory.

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After what felt like an eternity of walking, they made it to his dorm. Peter had struggled all the way there because since she was heavier, his legs started to feel like jello, and he walked as if he had a stick up his ass all the way to the building, hoping he wouldn't drop her. He trudged up the stairs towards the entrance of the building, pulling the heavy door open, and swiftly entering. 

The brunette stopped short when he heard a small thump from over his shoulder, seeing that he had accidentally hit Michelle with the door when they had came inside. "Shit." Peter said, his eyes widening, feeling slightly afraid that she would suddenly wake up from being unconscious and gouge his eyes out for hurting her. He held onto her legs tighter as they continued down the hallway, panting as he made it to the room that he shared with Ned.

Peter quickly pulled out the key from his pocket, balancing Michelle on his shoulder as she started to wobble while he was opening the door. Placing his foot on the door and sliding through the opening, Peter raced over to his bed, and softly dropped her onto it by sliding her off his shoulder carefully.

 After catching his breath, he sat on the edge of his bed and looked at Michelle, noticing what looked like a mixture of vomit and drinks on her clothes. He crinkled up his nose and sighed "I can't believe I'm doing this," he said and stood up, grabbing one of his larger t-shirts from his drawer and sat it down on the bed. 

Peter awkwardly glanced at the floor while every so often looking up while he cautiously took off her shirt and pants, making sure he wasn't scratching her or something while sliding the t-shirt on her. Once he finished, he sat her clothes on the floor beside his bed and sighed, glad that he hadn't looked at her because if she had known, Peter would've been dead.

He tossed his comforter back and placed them over the girl's sleeping body, before moving himself to the small couch that was in their room. Peter grabbed a small blanket from Ned's bed, along with his pillow knowing that Ned wouldn't be home until later that night. The boy situated himself on the couch, and although it was uncomfortable he would have to grin and bare it so that Michelle could rest easy, they both had a hard night. His strong dislike for the girl couldn't surpass his need to be a good person and to do the right thing. Peter gave one last look at Michelle sleeping in his bed before reaching over to turn off the light. "Goodnight Michelle." He said a little coldly then laid his head down on the pillow, shutting his eyes.