Broken

Chapter 20

Charlie's POV

Peter and I decided to stay out on the rooftop for the night, in a hammock of his webs and a large blanket I stole from the living room. We simply spent the night cuddling and stargazing, conversing to keep our minds off of previous events. Thankfully, nobody interrupts us, and we eventually fall into a deep sleep with our arms wrapped around each other. As I was drifting off to sleep, I hear Peter mumble something, though I'm pretty sure I was dreaming. He would never say something like that to me.

——Timmy Timmy time skip——

It's been two weeks since the argument, and Mom can barely look at Tony. She talked to Peter and I, and basically she said that she was okay with us, as long as we are responsible (to which Clint threw a load of condoms at Peter- you could only imagine his reaction).

Tony, however, just gives us dirty looks. Peter has moved into my room because he was next to Tony, and I feel terrible. I mean, I just tore apart the relationship between father and son! What kind of girlfriend does that?! Peter always says that it's not my fault, and that Tony should be the one to apologise (which he still hasn't done), yet I can't help not believing him. If I had never fallen so hard for Peter, this would've never happened.

Peter, being the adorable sweetheart he is, did apologise to Tony for saying the things he did, but the feud only worsened when Tony refused to say 'the 's' word'. Whenever one walks into a room, the other walks straight out.

Nobody else got involved in the argument, and most were pretty chill with our relationship. Steve was the one who, again, brought up the issues of a breakup, a biased opinion etc. Other than that, we haven't had any more issues.

As for the Phoenix & the Symphony, we hit 10 million subscribers! Today is the day we make our huge announcement.

We record our new song, 'Empire State of Mind' and get ready to break the exciting news to our fans. At the end of the video, we use voice modifications to alter our voices so we won't be found out. We use a black screen with subtitles as to not raise suspicion.

I am the first one to speak, "hello everyone! It is the Phoenix here. I want to first of all thank you all for your huge support on our channel and for helping us reach 5 million subscribers!"

Peter's voice is heard, "so, to celebrate this amazing achievement, we would like to invite you all to an open concert in New York City! The concert will take place a month from now, on July the 19th, at Madison Square Garden! A big thanks to anybody who was involved in getting us this incredible venue," he quickly adds on.

"We really cannot thank you enough for everything you guys have done for us, and we look forward to meeting as many of you guys as we can," Peter joins me in saying goodbye, and we immediately upload the video (Mom and Clint haven't been a problem since we updated the firewall).

The second we are clear, I squeal and start leaping around our room, Peter soon joining me. "Holy shit," I breathe out, but my face quickly contorts to one of pure panic. "Holy shit," I say more urgently. Peter's features are quickly laced with concerns as I begin to pace the room. "I'm gonna have to sing," Peter nods slowly, confused as to where I am heading. "In front of people! Holy shit! I can't do this," realisation hits me quickly and I stumble back into the wall. "What have I done?" I bury my face into my hands, my actions finally setting in.

"Hey, hey," he cautiously makes his way towards me. "You're gonna be fine. I'll be with you the whole time, and they will love you. Because they already do," he cups my cheek in his hand and I lean into it. "I do," he whispers. Both of our eyes widen as we realise what he's just said. I see him open his mouth to justify what he said, but I capture his lips on mine before he gets the opportunity.

"I love you too," I whisper back, our foreheads touching. He breathes out a chuckle, giving me a lopsided grin in which I reciprocate, and kisses me once more. It's now that I realise I wasn't dreaming that night, he really did say those special three words to me. However I don't have time to dwell on the past as he lifts me up, my legs wrapped around his waist, and gently placed me on our bed. I quickly forget of the argument, the concert and my insecurities, only focusing on the present, in which Peter is on top of me, his hands on my waist.