So half of you wanted an ending with Peter and the other half wanted an ending with Harry, so I am here to deliver. This part will be the ending with Peter, the next will be the ending with Harry. Feel free to read one or both! 

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The One With Peter 

Betty's father's friend had a beach house, and she wanted everyone to come and stay for the long weekend. You were reluctant, not because you had work or anything (your performances were over for your show) but because of Peter. 

A month or so after your breakup, Peter started to date someone new. Her name was Felicia, and she was everything that you weren't, it seemed. Gorgeous in every single way, and with a personality addictive enough that even your friends seemed to forget the fact that you, in fact, existed and were present in conversations. 

You couldn't compete with her. And seeing her with Peter nearly killed you every single time.

It killed you, but you had to go. Betty wanted you to. So, reluctantly, you packed your bags. Luckily for you, Felicia couldn't go. (Thank goodness.)

Betty's car was pulled up in front of your apartment complex. You grabbed your two bags and took them downstairs, where half of your friend group was loading up. When you got to the car, Peter was there. He put your bags in the trunk, offering a smile as he did.

"Hi," he said. 

"Hey," you replied. You tried to smile, too. 

"You sitting in the back?" he asked. 

"Uh, yeah, probably," you said, nodding. "I think Flash probably called shotgun."

"Probably," he laughed. "So - you doin' okay?" 

You blinked. "Uh... yeah. Sure. You?"

Before he could answer, Betty honked the horn. She poked her head out of the window. "Come on!" she shouted. "I want to beat traffic!"

You glanced shyly at Peter, who shut the trunk. Then you went to get in the back of the car. 

//

Getting to the beach was a huge let down. It was pouring so there really wasn't a chance to hang out on the sand. Everyone was stuck inside, bored out of their minds. 

Ned and Flash were taking turns building things and burying one another in the sand. You and Peter were sitting on the couch while Betty and MJ were hanging out in the kitchen, making frozen drinks. You were brushing sand off of the sofa.

"I'm fine, by the way," Peter said.

"Huh?"

"When you asked earlier how I was doing, I was going to say that." He smiled. 

"Oh. Okay." You nodded, smiling. "That's... that's good. I'm glad you're doing good."

"I'm happy you're okay, too," he said. "Although you've been acting weird lately."

You swallowed. "W-What? I..."

"Look, I know things are different. And I don't expect you to want to talk to me after what I did three months ago. But I'm... I'm here for you. Alright?"

You pressed your lips together tightly. "Peter..." You sighed and scooted closer to him, tucking your legs underneath you. You propped your elbow up on the back of the sofa and he mimicked you, getting closer. "Peter, what happened three months ago... I think we both can-"

Suddenly, the door opened. Felicia came in, silver hair full of volume, lips painted with pretty black lipstick. She wore a black tank top and a pair of black shorts, and as she stepped inside, she beamed teeth so white that they literally shone in the light.

"Hey, everybody!"

Peter jumped up. "Felicia!" He walked over to her and put his hands on her hips, and he leaned in and kissed her. "Hey, what are you doing here? I thought you had work."

"I did," she said, wrapping her arms around him and squeezing him tight. "But I got off early and called a taxi, and instead of telling him to take me back home, I told him this address." She kissed his bottom lip. 

You huffed and fell back on the sofa, shutting your eyes to block out everything.

//

That night, you sat outside alone. The rain had subsided, so Peter and Felicia were playing in the ocean. You listened to loud music through your headphones to ignore them. 

Felicia went in first, hair still gorgeous even when wet from seawater. You barely gave her a smile as she strode inside, wrapped up in a beach towel. 

Peter jogged up a moment later. He looked at you. "Hey, what are you doing out here?"

You took your earbuds out of your ears. "I was just about to go to bed."

"This early? I think everyone else is starting another game of poker." 

"Yeah... no thanks," you said. You stood up. "I'd rather go to bed."

"Are you alright?" he asked. "Don't lie to me. I know you, ___. I still know you."

You looked at him and sighed. "Peter... I'm not okay."

"Talk to me then. We're still friends."

"That's the problem, okay? We're friends. I want to be with you, Peter. And seeing you with her..."

Peter blinked. "You want to be with me?" You nodded. Almost angrily, he said, "You... you broke up with me."

"Yeah! Because I was mad at you, not because I stopped loving you!" You stomped your foot. "I still love you, Peter. I want to be with you, I-"

He made a step to grab your face and kiss you, but you put your hands on his chest. 

"What are you doing?" you asked. 

He stopped. "I just... I don't know. I know I'm supposed to be with you. I know that much."

You nodded. "You love me?"

"I do," he said. "I always have. Felicia... she's different, I don't know. I just want to be with you."

"Then you need to end things with Felicia, and then we can be together," you said.

"Right, right." He blinked. "Sorry. I'll... be back then."

"Okay," you said. 

He left, and you sat down. Hand on your heart, you fought to catch your breath.