It's 6:30 on a Sunday and my Writing Seminar II professor still hasn't posted our assignment that is due tomorrow. So let's just start this idea I had. This was a request from AntiSociallyAkward that got lost in my drafts somehow. I really liked this request, so I went back and redid it some. I'm thinking that for the next few imagines, I'll write imagines inspired by famous scenes in comedy shows. Like Jim and Pam from The Office, Leslie and Ben from Parks and Rec, April and Andy from Parks and Rec, and Jake and Amy from B99... and any others I might think of. 

I don't know - I'm just trying to find my desire for writing again. I just don't enjoy it anymore.

But that Endgame trailer looked pretty cool. And I'm excited to watch Cap leave forever. yaaaaay

This one is based on S3E15 of Friends, with Ross and Rachel. Full disclosure, I don't like Ross or Rachel together and I don't like Ross at all. But anyway-

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Things with Peter had been weird lately. It all started when you got the part at that play. He wasn't able to accept the fact that you were busy with your own life now. You had rehearsal, costume fittings, dinners with cast members... you had a whole separate life from Peter, and you thought that was an okay thing to have. After all, he had his own life with his coworkers at the Daily Bugle. Shouldn't you be able to have that, too?

But Harry Osborn - yours and Peter's closest friend - started to hang around a lot more. Not around Peter, but around you. And maybe he liked you, but you made it obvious that you loved being Peter's girlfriend, and he respected that. So he would hang out and watch you rehearse from the empty seats, and he would bring you lunch and flowers. 

Harry was a great friend. And you were just glad he was able to do what Peter couldn't; take the time to be with you.

Peter never wanted to put off his job for you, but he was more than eager to have you give up yours. He didn't like that date nights got cut in half and your time was spent in the theater twice as much as it was on his sofa, eating junk and watching movies. 

He let it slide, though: until he came by your place to pick you up for your date. Your roommate, MJ, was making pasta in the kitchen, singing along to something on the radio. She shouted for Peter to come inside and he did, shutting the front door behind him.

"Hey, MJ," he greeted, setting a bouquet of roses on the kitchen table so he could shrug out of his coat. "Is ___ in her room?" 

"No, she's at work," she said over her shoulder. "Just got called in. But she told me to say that she loves you and she is super sorry, but for you to call her as soon as you get here." She held up a wooden spoon. "Oh, and she called you tiger or something. Don't know if that's important."

"Are you kidding me?" Peter asked. 

"What?" MJ shrugged.

"Is she just going to cancel on me again? How could she do this? Doesn't she know it's our anniversary?" 

"Look, Parker, all I know is that you need to call her," she said.

Peter sighed, then pulled his phone out of his jeans pocket. He dialed your number. You answered it on the third ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, sweetie," he said, "why did you get called in?" 

"You won't believe this, but my co-star completely dropped out!" you said, clearly frustrated. "Can you believe that? A week before opening night, and I have to completely relearn my vocals and choreography because I need to match the tune of my new co-star, who is so completely different from my first that I..." You stopped and sighed. "Look, baby, I am so sorry, but I am gonna have to work well past midnight here. We have so much to do and not enough time to do it."

"Are you kidding me?" he asked. 

"No," you said sadly. 

"Well, h-how about I come up there? I'll bring you food and watch you perform-"

"No, babe, I just have too much to deal with. There is a lot on my shoulders right now!"

"You let Harry do that for you all of the time," he said softly.

"Not today, Peter. Please? I'll... I'll call you when I'm leaving, okay? And then again when I'm home safe." 

He sighed. "Alright..."

"Alright," you repeated. "I love you, babe."

"Love you, too," he said, and, frowning, he hung up the phone. 

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You were going over your lines for the fifth time. Putting all of the emotion that you could despite your exhaustion, you tried and tried to get your new lines down. Everything had changed so quickly, and you were horrified at the thought of being on stage opening night and reading your old lines up there...

Suddenly, someone knocked on your dressing room door. You sighed and put your papers down, then opened it.

"Peter!" you said in surprise. 

"Hi!" He grinned and pushed himself inside. He had a picnic basket.

"What are you doing here?" you asked. 

"Bringing the date to you, of course," he said. He started to unload the basket, scattering all of the contents on your vanity. 

"Peter, honey, please-" He spilled a container of powder. You sighed. 

"Sorry," he said. 

"Babe, I know it's our anniversary and everything, but I told you - I'm just dealing with too much to have a date night right now!" you said, touching his arm. "This is very, very sweet, but I can't just stop practicing-"

"You don't have to stop! I'm invisible, I'm not here..." He lit candles that he had brought with him. "Reading lines by candlelight sounds romantic, huh? But first, let me build you the best cheese sandwich a girlfriend could have-"

You sighed. "Peter, pl-" He wasn't answering, so you just grabbed your packet of new lines and started to read them off. 

But Peter was distracting you. If he wasn't noisily trying to squirt mustard out of a bottle, he was dropping ice cubes in glasses that he'd brought from his apartment. And the sound was so distracting, that you turned around and gave him a look.

"Sorry," he breathed, trying to work quieter.

Before you could start reading again, the bouquet of roses that Harry had left in your dressing room over the weekend engulfed into flames. You smacked Peter's arm to get his attention. "Oh my gosh, Peter!"

He hurriedly went to dumb the ice water he'd poured for both of you on the small flame. He sighed out in relief and laughed like it was a funny thing that happened. You looked at the destroyed flower and then shook your head. 

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm sorry," he said. "How about some wine?" 

"Peter, you're not listening to me," you said. "I don't. Have time. To stop. I have to go on stage again in, like, ten minutes, and if I don't have these lines perfectly, the director is going to chew me out."

"You have time! I'll help you practice. Come on, babe, I-"

"I don't have time!" you said angrily. 

He scoffed. "Oh, come on. If it were Harry-"

"I don't have time! Not for you, not for Harry. Why on Earth would I have time for Harry and not you?"

"Don't yell at me, okay? This is the most I've seen you all week." 

You took a deep breath. "Look, I cannot do this right now. I've got a deadline. Would you just go home, please? I'll talk to you later."

"But baby-"

"Goodbye!" you half shouted, grabbing your lines and making a break for the bathroom. Peter stood there silently. He heard you whispering the lines to yourself over and over again.

He shook his head. You just kept on shutting him out. 

//

Later that night, you stopped by Peter's apartment. The door was unlocked, so you let yourself in.

"Hi," he said softly from the sofa.

"Hey," you said, shutting and locking the door. "Look, Peter... about what happened earlier... I-"

"No, I completely understand," he said, shaking his head. He turned off the TV. "You were stressed."

You gave him a look. "I was going to give you a chance to apologize to me."

"For what?" he asked. "For letting you throw me out of your dressing room?"

"You had no right," you said, shrugging out of your coat. "You had no right to come down to my dressing room. You do not just bring a picnic basket to somebody's work!" 

"Well excuse me for wanting to be with my girlfriend on our anniversary," he said.

You hung your head back. "I wanted to be with you, Peter. I did. It killed me that I had to go in, but you know what? I had to. This is my career. I want to be successful."

"I know you do," he said.

"Then why did you pull this today?" you shouted. Your eyes were full of tears. "I barely remembered my lines! I got a warning from my boss because of you."

"Because of me?" he asked.

"Yes! Yes, because of you!" you cried. "Peter, do you realize that this is the first time in my life that I am doing something that I care about? This is the first time I am doing something for myself? If you don't get that-"

"Hey, no, I get that, alright?" He stood up. "I get that, but I am sick and tired of having a relationship with your voicemail. I mean, I don't know what to do anymore."

"Neither do I!" you cried. 

He paused. "Is this about Harry?" he asked.

Your jaw dropped slowly. "Oh... my gosh," you breathed.

He clamped his lips shut. "Okay, it isn't."

"Oh my gosh," you said. You grabbed your hair. "I cannot keep having this same fight over and over with you, Peter. No. No. You're... you're making this too hard."

"Oh, I am making this too hard," he said. "What do you want me to do?" 

"I don't know!" you said. "I don't know... ugh! Maybe we should just take a break."

"Okay, okay, fine. You're right." He grabbed his coat. "Let's go take a break. Let's go for a walk, get some Delmar's..." When you weren't following, he turned around. 

"No," you whispered. "I mean a break from us."

Peter blinked at you. Then, as his face hardened, he left, slamming the door behind him.

You slowly lowered yourself to the couch as you fell apart.

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there will be a part two