Imagine: You and Peter hanging out that night and him telling you how he feels about you.
Peter gently held your hand in his, looked into your eyes and smiled, "(Y/N), when I first met you I thought you were one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen. Wait! scratch that! You were the prettiest girl I've ever seen"
You looked down and blushed heavily, thank God for your dark skin because he couldn't tell that you were.
"And when we started being friends and I got to know you, I guess you could say that I, um, uh"
He scratched the back of his head, he felt his heart rapidly beating nervous about what he's about to tell you. "Oh man, Oh man! I can't do this! What was I thinking?! I knew this was a bad idea- I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU!"
He shouted at the top of his lungs. Frankly, he didn't care if people were looking straight at him while walking, he just cared about how you felt about him and how'd you react, that was the only thing that mattered to him, You.
Eventually, to his surprise, you ended up revealing your feelings towards him too and he was so happy and over the moon about it that he did back flips and kept telling people walking in the park, "You see that beautiful girl over there? Yep, her name is (Y/N) AND SHE LOVES ME! (Y/N) TOLD ME THAT SHE LOVES ME BACK! AND SHE'S NOW MY GIRLFRIEND!" He laughed and giggled like a happy school girl.
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