YOUR POV/// Today, the day. I could feel a huge..I don't even know...something stuck in my belly. As I woke up, I went downstairs and saw that my hot chocolate and pancakes were on the table. I could barely drink it, and looked my pancakes. I was too stressed to eat anything. My dad was watching tv while I was getting ready. For the first time, I decided to don't put my hair up. I put my black all stars converse, and went downstairs. On my way to go out, dad called me "Have a nice day, sweetie!". Without giving a look, I replied "Thanks". I closed the door and went at the bus station. 5 minutes later, I went on the bus. It was full. I went to the bottom to find a place, and found one: on the last row, in the middle.
I sat down and took out my cellphone while the bus leaves. I saw that I had received a message from Stacy when the bus braked. I was almost thrown forward but was restrained by my seat belt. But because of the momentum, my phone slipped from my hands and fell to the floor in the aisle.
"Shit!" I said to myself. I leaned over to pick it up but the bus started again, and my phone slid down the aisle.
*Ohh perfect...* I thought.
It was still slipping, and no one had the reflex to take it in the process. I was going to detach myself to pick it up. He was at 2 seat of me. I started undoing my seat belt when I saw someone bend over (finally !!) and take it. I looked up and crossed dark brown eyes. He handed me my phone.
" I think it's yours" he told me. "Uh..yeah.."
He smiled at me. A smile that lit up his face. I don't know why but I remained frozen with my mobile phone in my hands. That smile...those eyes...those brown curls... everything about that boy reminded me of something. Or rather, someone.The bus stopped and everyone got up to go out. I came out of my torpor and out of the bus.
"I didn't even thank him!" I thought. I decided to look for his curly hair through the crowd, but nothing. I went to my locker and put some notebooks in, when someone came next to me and opened his locker. I took a look at who it was, and it was the boy on the bus. He took a few notebooks in his arms and closed his locker. I still have this feeling of having already seen him somewhere. I closed mine and turned around at the same time as him. We met each other face to face. Our eyes crossed and we stared at each other for like 3 seconds . But it seemed like an eternity. We were still staring at each other, but suddenly his notebooks fell from his arms and spread out on the ground .
"Shit!" he swore. Of course, I helped him pick up his notebooks. We got up and I handed him the one I had picked up.
"I think it's yours" I said, with a smile. I felt my cheeks ignite. "T-thanks" he replied to me. "... I think I forgot to thank you earlier... so...uh... thank you" I said. "Don't worry, I know what it's like to drop your phone on the bus and nobody picks it up... you're afraid someone will crush it" We laughed, and his laughter echoed in my head. * Oh my god this laugh ..* I thought *. I could swear I heard this contagious laugh before. "I'm Peter, by the way" "And I'm y/n" .
I suddenly caught on. His laugh, but also his smile, his eyes, and his hair. This sweet but affirmed voice. And his name. Peter. How could I didn't see , as it was in front of my very eyes? I put my hand on my mouth, moved and amazed. Him, his eyes were wide open, and he back stepped slowly with a big smile. He caught it too.
"Y/N!?" " PETER?!" we said, in unison. "It's you? It's really you?!" he smiled like crazy. " I-I can't belie-" Peter cut me off, as he suddenly hugged me. I hugged him back. I could feel his muscular arms hug me tightly. I felt tears rise to my eyes as he slowly pulled me. We stared at each other, and laughed. I had stomach ache. It was so long that I didn't laughed like that.
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Unaltered friendship
Fanfiction"Y/N and Peter knows each other since they're children, and then they met Stacy. They became the best "trinity". But it's time now. Time for Y/N to go back to Queens, were she lived before. One day, she had to move on in Bronx, when all broke down...
