story peek: “I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times already, but just like another ten, please”
It had been a shitty day. It may have only been eight in the morning but it was shitty nonetheless. (Name) woke up too late to be able to eat breakfast and grab her morning coffee, and after rushing to get to the train, she showed up only to have missed it by seconds.
She figured she was going to be late already and decided to just walk to school instead. She was five minutes away, the school in sight, when it started to rain. She let out a loud groan, picking her brisk walk up to a run. Of course. Why wouldn’t my morning be like any other Hollywood blockbuster?
(Name) made it to school 15 minutes late, with her makeup smudged from the rain and her hair dropping water onto the floor. Her clothes were soaked and her shoes made a squishing sound when she walked. To make her shitty day even worse, she remembered she didn’t do her algebra homework and was surprised to find out there was a test that day in her history class.
She trudged to her locker to retrieve her books for her final class of the day. Her shoes didn’t squish as much when she walked and her hair and jeans were still damp with rain waiter. She sighed, resting her forehead against the cool metal of her locker door.
“Bad day?” she smiled slightly at the sound of his voice. With her head still against the locker, she turned it to face him.
“Is it that obvious?” she sighed and he shook his head.
“Not really, I just know you better than anyone else. I am your boyfriend you know,” he teased, ducking his head down to press his lips to hers. She smiled, happy to have someone there to make her day a little brighter.
At that moment she didn’t care that she stood in the middle of the hallway, surrounded by peers. She cupped Peter’s cheeks, as his hands gripped her waist and kissed him repeatedly until she wore a smile so big she couldn’t kiss him any more.
“I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times already, but just like another ten, please,” she murmured, leaning in to kiss him again. Peter laughed and turned his head so she kissed his cheek.
“(Nickname), sweetheart, we’re going to be late if we don’t get to class now,” she pursed her lips into a pout and gave him the best puppy eyes she could.
“But I’ve had a bad day,” she whined and Peter sighed. He pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“I know, baby, but me and my kisses will still be here after school okay?” she nodded and hurriedly kissed him again. She giggled at Peter’s fake stern look and wrapped an arm around his middle, dragging him with her to class.
“C’mon bug boy, don’t wanna be late, now do we?”