what to do with a broken heart </3

the part where Peter hates lilac again☔️

    

As I stood outside of apartment complex 462 waiting for José to text me the make and model of the vehicle he was calling for me, I couldn't help but feel small. Like my thoughts emotions were the conductors of a never ending train called the Audrey express. And the sad part was.. I wasn't even sure I wanted to get off. Snow started to fall then and I swore quietly as I realized I left my winter coat inside of José apartment.

Definitely not going back in there though.

I blew my wispy curls out of my face pulled my beanie down lower on my head. I wiped out my phone and alerted José that I was just going to walk home instead, not that he would be checking it anytime soon anyways. As I walked the street, the familiar glow of Hubert's Tapestry And Grill glowed in into the night. A giant cartoon image of the owner, Hubert Mâtoæ, hung proudly above the glowing restaurants sign. The image portrayed him as a doughy, mid 30's man with rosy cheeks and pointy nose. His smile was all gums reminding me of that cliche adult figure that always seems to be in movies and books but never in real life. Like the barber shop owner, the youth coach, the high school English teacher. Someone everyone knew and loved and just was aware of. Every small town had one. You go to that person for advice and usually at the end of the movie they end it with a really quirky, yet profound quote from some long forgotten poet or some indie movie maybe five people in the total history of forever have watched. I felt like here, under familial warm glow of Hubert's yellow smile, was a good as place as ever do something out of script. The lovesick boy was actually gonna do something with this feelings. He was going to confess. I decided to call Audrey. Better now before I chicken out.

Yeah...
Now...
Right now...

My pale fingers hovered nervously over the call button. What if she doesn't pick up? What if I make a complete and utter fool out of myself, or worse she's been abducted by aliand they only allow one phone call, and me calling blocks her signal and then she can't reach anyone and I'll never see her again because everyone knows that aliens don't give second chances.

Oh God, I am going to throw up.

10 seconds of courage, Peter. That's all you need.

Without giving myself time to over analyze the situation any further, I went straight into the second contact on my phone. She was the person I talked the most to, only trumped by José. I pressed the phone against my Irish cheeks and my heart dropped straight through my butt on the first ring.

And the second...

And the third...

Just when I was about to hang up and properly chastise myself for being a complete moron, I heard her ringtone nearby. The glorious melody of the George Lopez theme song.

I have never heard anything sweeter.

I looked around to try and see if I could catch and we could maybe walk together. Hubert's million dollar smile illuminated my lines of vision and I peaked around corners and across the street.

Nothing.

But I heard her ringtone? She has to he close, right? I came back to the front of the restaurant and the ringing grew louder. I figured I would only have one more ring until the phone cut off, so I hung up and called her again. The front of Hubert's is all glass, which admittedly, is a little unsettling but this is the 21st century and privacy has gone out of style. But as I rounded the corner I prayed to every single God, deity, celebrity, and Tupac that the restaurant suddenly would grow curtains around it. That Hubert would stop taunting me with his enormous smile or at the very least I could melt into a puddle and become just another pile of random sludge that seemed to plague the city relentlessly. All I saw was the back of her head, but I knew that tsunami of curls anywhere. The light from inside the restaurant bathed her beautifully and caught the little golden twinkle in her skin. But that's not what made my breathing get heavy and my head fill with cotton.

She was with someone.
Someone who pulled on her lilac highlights and spun them around her finger.
Someone with an all too good to be sure appreciation for La Rêve.

Daisy. Mother. Freaking. Holmes.

Tupac, you have failed me!

My mind instantly went into denial mode.
Obviously they just happened to bump into each other and decided to eat together! Maybe Daisy was waiting for someone and Audrey walking in and decided to keep her company? After all they did know each other from back when Daisy and I dated. Audrey is super nice like that. She would wait with Daisy. That has to be it.

But how well did they know each other now?
Peter stop being a creep, that's none of ur business.
Screw that plan, I'd rather be a creep the die of curiosity and overthinking.

I casually walked past them (well as casually as I could) trying to get a better view of the situation.
A shimmer of fluorescent pink and way to many rhinestones temporarily blinded me, but I quickly recovered and took that opportunity to sneak a glance at the table.

Jesus

A bouquet of white roses, Audrey's favorite, laid at her side. Only one plate of food was on the table, Daisy's favorite dish, a seafood salad with bacon bits. Two perfectly manicured hands intertwined lovingly across the table. And finally, the final twist of the knife directly into my heart, a card rested on Daisy's side. The shimmer and fluorescent pink was emanating from the cover of the card. It looked homemade.

Daisy loved homemade gifts.

At the top of the card in Audrey's cursive handwriting it read:

Happy Quarter-Year Anniversary!

Biggie, please kill me now.

I could still hear the ringtone in my eardrums. I watched as Audrey took her phone out of her purse, and showed it to Daisy. Daisy shook her head and took the phone out of Audrey's hand. Audrey reached for it, but Daisy pulled it back and made a dramatic gesture of powering it down. Daisy pointed to the phone and whispered something Audrey that made her giggle, but didn't fix the slight frown she had. Then she kissed her on her cheek from across the table and powered the phone back on. I could read her lips, she said
"Babe, if u want to answer the phone you can. You just told me to make sure that nothing interrupted tonight. But he is your best friend and I understand completely if you want to take it. I'll be right here when you get back."
Then she flashed her that classic Daisy Holmes smile, that let you know she meant no malice. Audrey smiles gratefully and took the phone from Daisy hand, who willingly gave it to her. She got up and started to walk towards the entrance.

Frick
Frick a Nick
Frick a-

Audrey's voice took my moment of panic from a solid 7.5 to a 11. The phone was still pressed up against my ear and I ducked behind a nearby bush. Not my finest moment.

"Helloooo!" I could hear Audrey's smile through the phone. But I couldn't form any thoughts. My mind and tongue went numb it felt like a rock had taken refuge in my throat. Something wet started trickled down my shirt. My vision got blurred and the rock in my throat turned into a boulder. I looked up to see if it had started raining, but the sky was cloud free. That's when I realized it was me, I was crying. Audrey came around the corner and started to wave her arms frantically at me. She was screaming something in my direction but I couldn't hear her over the sound of a car unsuccessfully trying to swerve out the way of something. I looked up entirely too late to discover that that something...was me.

So thnxthnx 4 reading so far:)
Rn (if ur confused) Peter has gotten hit by 🚘.
Where will our hero end up?
What will happen with Audrey?
Will she save his life in some epic CPR stunt or will the hospital have to deal with Peter?
Where is Daisy during all of this?
Does she even care??
AND WHAT THE HECK ARE PIÉRRE AND JOSÉ DOING?!?

Use protection kiddos -> & keep calm and carry on💛

-Twig;p🌼