☆I never insult artists and songs you like on your books, don't do to mine.

Sorry
(Justin Bieber)

Present day

   There were at least 4 kinds of feedback from that kiss picture.

From Peter's fans : 'I refuse to believe that he's back whatsoever with her, neither of them has declared their situations, Liz Allan and Pietro Maximoff is still their lovers, this picture could've been photoshopped.'

From Your fans : 'I'm sure there are other reason behind it, or if not still, i'm happy if she's happy, but she deserves better than Peter Parker after everything, wish we could know what happened between (Y/n) and Pietro.

From both's fans. : 'OH MY GOD IT'S HAPPENING. OUR SHIP IS BACK AND ALIVE EVERYONE. Omgomgomg, can you guys imagine them sing together again, we might get a whole MV of them, i'm making inhuman sound right now. REEEEEEE.

You scrolled down your Instagram's feed with your secret account, you realized Parker unfollowed Allan and she did the same.

Then the studio's door opened up with Pietro Maximoff on the other side, he aggressively walked in the room, threw boxes of my stuff from his home on the floor.

I just stared at him with no expression at all.

"We're done." He said, then turned back, he stopped because he expected you to say something so he turned back right again and screamed. "SAY SORRY!"

"..." You said nothing.

"You disappeared from the event and two hour later the picture of you kissing that son of a bitch is all over the fucking media!"

"..."

"You know what? I don't care. Go back to him all you'd like! I should've known you were a fucking wh---"

"Why Jane?"

You asked directly.

"I told you about her, not just when she left me, but all kind of things that happened after I started to gain fame. Why her, Pietro?"

"..."

"Or maybe it was never just her, every night that you said you were going out with friends was just you cheated on me, for how long? I don't know, because i never read what the news said."

So you just stared at each other, both now guilty because of the things we shouldn't have done, but he handled it way different than yours.

After a long silence, he said. "Nobody saw me kissed her, but everyone saw you kiss him."

It was all really for fame, he really pretended to be sweet, to be there for you, guess that's true now, no one would even know who Pietro Maximoff was without Wanda or you.

"Just go." You begged softly, looking away.

He shut the door so loud, the whole studio was literally shaking. You rubbed your temples and looked at the empty studio.

You got quite lonely, and sad, and every time the feelings gets overwhelming you sing.

"Wish I'd never grown up... wish i'd never grown up, could still be little..."

Tears swelled up and you chuckled of how you can never sing this song without crying. Maybe I'm better off being alone, so no more, i won't let no one in anymore. You thought.

The greatest way to do so was supposed to be, writing a better song than Peter Parker's, you grabbed a guitar and started writing something.

"You call me all friendly... Telling me how much you miss me. That's silly, no... funny, I guess you've heard my songs..."

   It took only 4 minuets for you to finish the whole song, exactly when Bucky walked in with midnight snacks.

   "Was Pietro just here? I saw his car."

   "Oh yes."

   "I guessed he saw the picture."

   "No shit, Buck. I can imagine him go, Yo, it's ya boi, skinny penis, got dumb by a hoe, yo." You groaned.

   "Instagram is exploding with your kiss picture, really."

"Rest In Peace my dear reputation." You jumped to the couch.

"You want to start now? It's 2 am, you should sleep."

"What is sleeping? I have no idea what that is."

"Okay, sure. Let's start."

Bucky and you started to work on the lyrics, and some beat, he created a really cool vibe to the song, you liked it, as always.

"Are you sure you want to sing, I don't give a fuck? Steve will complain about swearing in songs." Buck asked.

"Well, boy. I don't give a fuck." You sang the song and Buck chuckled.

Your phone rang.

"Nat?" He asked.

"No, she sleep early." You muttered confusedly, It was a weird number. "Who the hell know my phone number..."

You picked up. "Hello?"

[Hey.]

You covered your phone up with your hand and panicked. "Fuck, Peter! It's Peter!"

"Holy piece of shit." Bucky said with a blank face. Then kicked himself out of the room.

You cleared your throat then replied to Parker. "How'd you get my phone number?"

[I had my ways.] He sounded so drunk.

   "Creep."

   [Yeah, haha.] He was real drunk.

   "Why'd you call?" You tried to keep my voice in monotone.

   [I was with Ned... earlier, we were wasted, haha--- We had beers, yeah, lots of beer. He fell asleep, but I had inspiration and-- overwhelming feeling, so I wrote a song.]

   "Bluff me that you wrote that song already?"

   [Yeah... Prepare to lose~ And you'll have to date me again.] He chuckled.

   "I wrote mine too, and I'm pretty sure i'm going to win."

   [I want to see you...]

   "You wish."

   [For real, let's meet up with the demo this Wednesday.]

   "Why?"

   [I want to see you and let you hear my song.]

   "Where?"

   [The coffee shop of our first date. Midday.]

   "I won't be there."

   [C'mon-- If I lose, consider it a goodbye talk.]

   He was so drunk, just like his album title, Drunk boy, and even though you planned on playing nonchalant but hearing his voice, always softened your heavy heart.

   "Don't be late..." You muttered. He always late.

   [Yay...]

   The call ended, added one appointment to your schedule.

🎤

Wednesday
Peter

   I'm such a fucking idiot.

   I called her up that night, forcing her to meet me today to listen to my song, why'd i do that? She'll hate me even more now, great fucking job Pete.

   "Peter. Peter Parker, can i take a selfie?" A girl showed up at my table in this coffee shop, she had her phone in her hand.

   "Yes. Sure." I rubbed my face, i'm going to look like shit in the picture, 'cause i was also drunk last night and hangover is the worst for me.

   She snapped a picture of us, and walked back to her friends then chuckled together, then they panicked and looked behind them.

   (Y/n) really showed up.

   The girls fallback to the sides to let her walk, (Y/n) spotted me and walked right straight, i had my heart pounding in my chest, it's been so long since we last visited this place.

   She joined the table and looked at me, we just kind of looked at each other for so long enough that people around us started to notice our meeting.

   "We're gonna be on news." She said, looking out of the coffee shop, People were taking pictures of us.

   "We're always on news." I told her. "That's why I chose a coffee shop, instead of a secret place, 'cause we're going to be on news anyway."

   "So. Where's the song? I have three more works to do today." She looked away, c'mon, don't be so distant.

   "Right here." I handed her my phone and an earbuds, she put one in her ear, i put another in mine, our faces were forced to be closer.

🎤Play the song at this part🎤

   'You gotta go and get angry at all of my honesty. You know I try but I don't do too well with apologies'

"Wow, straight up insulting me." She hissed.

"I was just being honest, see? You're angry again."

"..." She pouted.

'I hope I don't run out of time, could someone call a referee? 'Cause I just need one more shot at forgiveness.'

I watched her face to see her reaction, she played it cold.

'I know you know that I made those mistakes maybe once or twice. By once or twice I mean maybe a couple of hundred times.'

"Thousand." She told me.

I nodded. I couldn't deny.

'So let me, oh let me redeem, oh redeem, oh myself tonight 'Cause I just need one more shot at second chances.'

She moved along the song, I smiled at the fact that she found it catchy.

'Yeah, is it too late now to say sorry? 'Cause I'm missing more than just your body. Oh, is it too late now to say sorry? Yeah, I know that I let you down. Is it too late to say I'm sorry now?'

"Are you singing that you miss my body?" She twisted her brows.

"More than just your body." I repeated.

"What else then?" She asked.

"Your voice. Your smile. Your songs. Your touch. Your lips. I could go on all day."

'I'll take every single piece of the blame if you want me to, But you know that there is no innocent one in this game for two.'

She said nothing because she knew I was kind of right.

'I'll go, I'll go and then you go, you go out and spill the truth. Can we both say the words and forget this?'

"Nope."

"Oh, C'mon."

'Yeah, is it too late now to say sorry? 'Cause I'm missing more than just your body. Oh, is it too late now to say sorry? Yeah, I know that I let you down. Is it too late to say I'm sorry now?''

"Is it?" I asked her.

'I'm sorry.'

"It is." She said.

'I'm sorry.'

"I don't give a fuck. That's the title of my song."

'I'm sorry.'

"I'm sorry."

'Yeah, I know that I let you down. Is it too late to say I'm sorry now?'

"It is too late to say sorry now." She replied with my song.

"But i don't give a fuck." I replied with hers.

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