Come Back to Me (Part Six)
Peter and you had pretended that what you had been calling in your head “The Incident” never happened. He never repeated the words of “I always worry about you”, you never held his arm in your grip for more than a mere few seconds, he never cradled your face with his hands, and you never realized you loved him. To the two of you, it was like the day never existed.
You both moved on, acting as you normally would, but you were much more conscious of your actions. You thought Peter was, too. You didn’t act on impulse and grab his arm, or hand, or lean into him without thinking. And he didn’t leave you with small touches as he walked past you in the hallway, or ask constantly with a blatant worried expression how you were doing.
And you didn’t mind. You were best friends, not lovers. You didn’t mind.
“What’s up with you and Peter?” Ned suddenly appeared next to you as you stood in line to get on the bus, ready for the school field trip to take up the day of classes.
“I- what?” You asked, looking at him confusedly. You weren’t sure why he was asking this.
“You and Peter. You guys have been acting weird around each other lately. What happened?”
You still looked at him, confused. “Nothing happened. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Did you tell him you liked him or something, because-”
“Shhh!” You hushed him immediately, placing your hands over his mouth. “Someone could hear you!”
He grabbed your wrists, removing them from his mouth, but still holding onto them. “Just tell him already,” he said, quieter this time.
“You know I can’t do that, Ned,” you replied back, furrowing your eyebrows.
You loved him, you loved him, you loved him.
You tried to push the thought out of your mind, and you had been trying to do so ever since “The Incident”. But with the words continuously repeating in your head, day in and day out, you didn’t think they would ever leave.
“Hey guys,” you heard Peter’s voice from behind you and whipped your head towards him, worried about how much of the conversation he had heard. As you and Ned both looked at him, he met neither of your eyes. His were trained one where Ned’s hands were clasped around your wrists.
You turned your eyes back to look at Ned, and both of your eyes widened when you realized what Peter was staring at. He let you rip your wrists from his grasp, and he shoved his hands into his pockets after letting yours go. You looked down at the ground nervously.
“What’s up?” Ned spoke, looking at Peter. You took a few seconds to compose yourself before looking at him too. His eyebrows were furrowed as he looked between the two of you.
“Uh, nothing, I just,” he didn’t look either of you in the eye. “Ned, want to sit with me on the bus?”
You bit your lip. You remembered that you and Peter had agreed to sit on the bus together just last week. You didn’t say anything when Ned said, “Sure.”
You looked down at the ground as Ned moved in front of you to stand next to Peter, and you were stood behind them as they spoke in lightning speed between them. That was never how it was with you and Peter. The two of you would speak slowly, listening intently to each other’s words to not miss even a detail of what was said.
You liked it that way. You liked how Peter would furrow his eyebrows lightly, biting his lip as he stared at you, looking as if he was concentrating to all of his ability, solely on you. You liked how he would murmur little “mhm”s as you would go on, and he would only start speaking when he was sure you were done. You liked how he listened to you.
It was a vast difference from seeing him now, and you wondered which way he preferred: fast-paced with Ned, or slow-paced with you. You always thought he preferred how he spoke with you, but now, seeing him grin with Ned as they easily threw words back at each other within seconds, you weren’t so sure.
You looked down at the ground sadly. You never remembered feeling so lonely before, especially with Peter always making sure to include you in everything. You turned around and walked out of the line without saying anything to the two boys who seemed to not even notice you leave. You glanced behind your shoulder as you were walking away, but you were only greeted by the sight of Peter still grinning at Ned.
“Hey, (Y/N),” you heard a voice say ahead of you and you looked up to see Michelle waiting in line, a few people back from where you previously stood, with a book in her hands.
“Oh, hey,” you forced a smile on your face, but the only thought that was bombarding your mind was,
You love him. He doesn’t love you. You love him. He doesn’t love you.
“Want to sit with me?” She asked, a knowing smile on her face. You gave her a real smile in response, moving into the space next to her.
“Thanks, MJ,” you said softly, head leaning back down to aim at the floor.
“He looked back at you,” she said, opening her book and beginning to read it. She stared down at it as you lifted your head to stare at her.
“What?” You asked, confused.
“Peter,” she elaborated, and your heart sped up at the mention of his name.
You needed to get this under control.
“What about Peter?” You asked, looking ahead of the line at him and Ned, where you saw them still talking.
“He looked back at you when you turned around and came my way.”
Your eyes widened the smallest bit. You didn’t want to believe her words so easily, because for all you could know, she was only telling you this to cheer you up. But still, you found your sadness deflate slightly.
“No, he didn’t,” you said, trying to convince yourself. “I turned around and looked. He was still talking to Ned.”
“Right when you turned around and started walking away,” she said. She was still looking at her book, but you weren’t so sure she was actually reading it. “He looked at you for a second. And when you turned around to look at him, he turned back around to Ned.”
“I, uh,” you stumbled over your words, not quite knowing what to think.
Why hadn’t he said anything? You and Peter would always be immediate to speak up if noticing something was wrong with the other. Neither of you ever hesitated on that. So why had he today?
“He looked at me,” you said monotonously, but Michelle knew it was a question. She knew you needed to hear it again.
“He looked at you,” she replied. She looked up from her book for a few moments to meet your eyes. “He looked a little worried to me, if I’m being honest.” She quirked her eyebrow at you for a quick second, smirking lightly, before looking back down at her book.
You looked back down to the ground, thinking.
But why didn’t he say anything?
I know it may seem like it’s taking a while for them to get together (or will they end up together?), but I want to make sure it’s realistic enough. After being friends for years, neither of them would want to chance ruining their friendship so easily by confessing after not being completely sure about themselves—and each other—yet. I hope you guys understand that! Let me know what you guys think of this one and voice your opinions! Whether they’re good or bad, I want to hear them! Requests are open, and if you guys want to send something from a prompt list I reblog, please let me know which list you’re asking from!