Peter sat on his dusty, old couch, in front of the TV. His best friend, WHOM HE HAD A THING FOR, just walked in on him making a fool of himself. He was now freshly clothed, and ready to eat. Star sat beside him as he sighed deeply.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you. That was wrong of me," He said shaking his head, wondering how he could possibly fix this.
"If it makes any of the differences, I kind of enjoyed the terrible singing, protruding from your mouth hole. Do you want any of the pizzas?" Star said. Peter could tell that she was being extra nice to him, but he didn't know why. He took a slice of pizza.
"I got these pizzas from John's Papa. It was strange, because the place was called Papa John's, but the man inside was the clearly John's Papa. I am bad at earthwords, and even I know that they have their words backwards," Star said. Peter couldn't tell if she was being serious or not.
"I'm sorry you had to see that," Peter said.
"It is the okay, friend Peter Parker, I quite enjoyed your flamboyancy!" Star responded.
Peter smiled. Star smiled back. Even after something like that, they could still enjoy each other's company.
"I like it when you smile with all of your tooths, friend Peter Parker."
And then they ate the rest of the pizzas.