The Sad Thing Is.... That I Tried I Really Did

Chapter 1: High School Fuck This

**Peter's POV**

I have a soulmate so does everyone but I don't get a sign like every gay person does apparently you have to be straight. See my parents knew before hand that they were meant for each other. Well it was one sided for about two years.

See my Dad and my Pops we're high school sweethearts and my Pops was head over heels for the playboy smart person that is Anthony Stark. That's the only reason why we are starting this story in my current high school year, a sophomore.

I bolted up sweating and panting. I looked to my side expecting my cat and nothing was there. My thoughts about this were, 'I'm so so so fucking lonely.' Then I heard a crash, in the kitchen. I dashed out of my room and towards the kitchen and as I approached it I hear whispering and meowing.

I hear Wade speaking to my cat. Something about scaring him.
"Ash, you better be quiet you scared me. I didn't mean to!" Wade shushed my cat, Ashlynn. Ah Wade of course that makes sense. Wait, no it doesn't.

"You're right Peter it doesn't!" Wade cried.
"You do realize we're not supposed to break the fourth wall right?" I smiled, sophomore year with Wade is going to be... interesting at least.
"I'm fucking Wade I do what I want! Duh!" He retorted.

"Anyways, why are you at my house?" I asked, crossing my arms. "And be quiet my parents are on the fifth floor." I whispered.
"Uh I went to a party and got super drunk and walked over here?" Wade questioned, his voice level going down.
"Wait how'd you get past JARVIS?" I asked completely confuzzled on how our security system didn't warn us.
"Oh I asked him if I could come in and he let me!" Wade replied with a big smile and open arms.

"Whatever come to my room." I say snatching his hand and tiptoeing to my room, past Bruce's room, which the door is open, gotta remember that.
"Ooooooo, is Peter going to take advantage of me." Wade smirked. I close my eyes and not confirm nor deny this accusation, and just sighed and turned left.

We finally get to my room, which is on the third level of Stark Tower. I plopped down on my bed, patting the spot next to me. Wade nods and crawls over my lap. You may think this is abnormal or weird, but in actuality it's not for us.

Wade passes out and I turn to face him. He has the most beautiful freckles and adorable eyelashes. I truly love him oddly enough it reminds me of the time my dad told me, "Never fall in love it hurts in the end, and slowly kills you." An odd statement for sure. But that's a story for another chapter.

"Wade you're so cute, no magnificent." I think aloud. "Like for real everything about you is perfect even though you try to hide your body from the world and constantly wear pants." I sigh. "I guess that why I love you but I bet you know who your soulmate is."

"Oh rea-eally, tel-ell me mo-ore." Wade hiccups in the middle of three words. I freeze. "It's ok-ay adorab-able ner-nerd." He says burying his face into my sheets.

"PETER B. ROGERS-STARK-PARKER!" My dad screams. Fuck. This is just great isn't it? I think to myself.
"Hide, Wade, under the bed!" I whisper yell pointing underneath us.

I get up and run towards the noise.
"Yes?" I ask. I then realize he's screaming in his sleep.
"Pops?" I whisper wanting to see if he's up.
"Yeah I'm here, I've been trying for hours to put him back asleep but he keeps waking up and screaming." He sighs. "Did he wake you up too?"
"Yeah actually." I lie.

We eventually got him to stop yelling, after about an hour and a half. I trudged to the door before whispering "I'm going to my bedroom." My pops nodded as a response, which was hard to see in the dark but I saw the outline of his face move so I assumed it was a nod. And I walk off forgetting all about Wade who is currently on my bed, and practically asleep.