Peter Graham Oneshot Book • Hereditary

Between You And Me

[Fluff]

WARNING: mentions of cannabis usage!

It was strange that Peter would stare at you longingly when you weren't looking his direction. Moreover, his behaviour changes whenever you attempt to ask about his family. Peter would brush off your questions by changing the subject to your family and how they treat you.

Your relationship with Peter was slowly blossoming into something more than a simple friendship. The two of you would hang around the back of the bleachers to roll up and smoke pot, it was typical for teenagers your age.

It started off as casual get-togethers, your friends were friends with his and vice versa. The usual "would you like to have hit?" slowly turned into "we can smoke at my house, [Y/N]" and soon you found out Peter's true intentions with you.

It was an accident both of you were secretly rooting for, that night in his house, alone in his room. The window was open so the smoke from the pot wouldn't stink up the room, you can hear his neighbours chatting up a storm from across the street.

You leaned against the bed frame while Peter sits next to you, moving his pillows away so he could settle a little closer. As much as you wanted to chuckle at his eagerness, you felt your heart skip a beat when Peter ignites his lighter.

The teen leans towards the flame and it was soon snuffed out, you hear a satisfied sigh. You weren't in a rush to get high, a part of you enjoyed going slow on this relaxing evening, you were finally away from school and your parents. It was nice to wait your turn, you grew used to the joint being passed around and plus, it was Peter's share of dope.

Your attention was turned elsewhere when you realized you were staring at him. The bed was made tidy, the lights were off and only a nightlight across the room provided illumination, and lastly, you almost let out a chuckle when you saw that unused keyboard leaning against the wall.

For some reason, you enjoyed the darkness surrounding the two of you, it made the scene feel less stiff. It reminded you of many awkward encounters you have experienced in the past; where your friends and his friends happened to leave at the same time, leaving you alone with an equally stoned Peter.

You remembered seeing that forced, crooked smile on his face when he offers you a hit. Although it was a few months back, it still stuck with you. That simple, juvenile, gesture just happened to make butterflies flutter in your stomach. His shy attitude only drew you in more.

Peter's tanned hand comes into your field of vision as he hands you the rolled-up cigarette, you happened to tilt your head in his direction when you came back to your senses.

Smoke escapes from his nose when you carefully take it from him, you sat up straight and felt your arms brush together. He watches you suck on the joint, your lips pursing together and resting the back of your head against the bed frame.

"Is something on your mind?" Peter asks, breaking the silence in the room.

You let out a puff of smoke, watching it rise and flood outside the window, "Yeah..."

Handing the joint back to the teen, you turned your head away bashfully. Peter holds the rolled-up cigarette and puts it in his mouth as well. You couldn't bring yourself to speak up, you were afraid that you would accidentally spill out the truth.

There was an awkward silence that hung in the air as you bit back on your words. The cannabis hit you hard, although you were used to it, you couldn't help but let out a shaky sigh. You can feel your cheeks flush as you slowly leaned against Peter's arm, a little overwhelmed by the effects.

"What is it?" Peter was interested in your answer, wondering if it had to do with him. He suppresses the grin coming up on his face when you let out a stiff chuckle.