Based on S3E15 of Friends. There will be a part three as a final part. 

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Peter's limbs moved slowly, as if he were submerged underwater. He gripped the handle of the door in front of him both limply and tightly, and no matter how hard he pulled, or how hard he pushed his legs to move forward, he was sluggish, delayed, and distant.

He stumbled into the bar that Flash and Ned were at. He didn't know that they would be here, and he didn't intend on drinking or anything. Peter was pretty much not in control of what he was doing. He felt like everything was crashing down, and his mind was struggling to comprehend what was happening.

"Oh, hey! It's the spider guy!" 

He looked up to see Gwen Stacy bouncing towards him, blonde curls laying perfectly on her shoulders, big, blue eyes blinking up at him as she wrapped her long, pale fingers around his wrist. 

"Come sit with me, Ned, and Flash. We ordered shots!"

"You know I don't like to drink, Gwen," he mumbled.

"Okay, fine. You can watch us then." She dragged him over and Ned pulled a stool out so they could all sit in a group at the bar.

"Dude, what are you doing here?" Ned asked. "I thought tonight was your big anniversary dinner."

"Yeah, little change of plans," Peter said. "We're gonna break up instead."

Flash and and Ned's eyes went wide. They stared at each other as Peter leaned over the counter, holding his hand up. 

Peter ordered a drink.

//

You were sitting on Peter's couch still. You didn't want to go home. You had no idea where he was - he didn't take his phone or his keys or anything. What if he wasn't safe?

And without him having his phone, how would you be able to tell him what a stupid mistake this was? You didn't want a break. You would never - could never - want that.

Your cellphone rang. Hurriedly, you picked it up, not looking at who it was that was calling.

"Hello?"

"Uh, hey."

"Oh," you sighed, shutting your eyes. You fell back against the couch. "Harry."

"What, is it my breath?" he joked. 

You ran a hand through your hair. "No... sorry, I just thought you were somebody else. Hi."

"Hi, well, I was just going to leave you a message and tell you to remind me what you wanted for dinner Tuesday for when you work late. But isn't tonight yours and Peter's anniversary?"

You were about to cry. "Yeah... well. Uh-" Your throat was tight.

"____? Are you alright?" he asked.

"I'm fine," you said, voice breaking.

"Do you want to talk? I can come over."

"No, Harry, I'm at Peter's, don't-" But you were starting to cry.

"Look, I'm coming over - and I'm bringing Chinese food."

"No, I'm not hungry-"

"It's for me," he said.

"Oh," you replied.

"I'm on my way," he said.

"No-" you started, but he was already gone.

//

Peter finished off his third drink. 

"So what are you going to do?" Flash asked him.

Annoyed, Peter raised his hands. "Dude, what can I do? One person wants to break up, you break up." 

"No way," Ned said. "This is you guys. Call her and work it out!"

Peter sighed and shook his head. "No, come on... we just had this huge fight. Don't I have to wait a while?"

"This isn't like swimming after you eat. Pick up your phone!" Ned half shouted.

Peter cringed, then mumbled, "I-I don't have my phone." He looked at Flash, who pulled his phone out and handed it to him. 

Peter took it and went outside. 

//

"Ugh, and then we got in this big stupid fight and... it was just - it was awful. I talked to him like he treated me wrong and I just - he doesn't. He is just a good guy." You put your head in your hands. "And I told him that I wanted to take a break. I don't. I don't want that at all." 

"I'm sure he knows that," Harry said.

"You should have seen his face. I hurt him, Harry."

"Hey, couples fight. They hurt each other. And you know what happens after that? They forgive each other, promise to improve, and move on. And if it's right, they do improve. They fight for one another. This isn't the end for you and Peter, kiddo." Harry sat down in front of you and pried your hands from your head. You looked at him with swollen eyes and he smiled. "Everything is going to be okay. I promise."

You inhaled deeply. Then your phone rang. 

Tearing yourself away from Harry, you ran to it. You picked it up fast, seeing Flash's contact picture on the screen.

"Hello?"

"Hi, it's me." 

You sighed with relief, hearing it was Peter. "Hi," you whispered. "Oh, I'm so glad you called."

"Really?" he asked. His voice was slurred. 

"Yes," you whispered. You furrowed your eyebrows. "Peter, are you drunk?" 

"No," he said, but really, he wasn't that sure. "But I-I've been thinking that this is crazy, right? I mean, I don't want to take a break-"

"I don't either," you replied. "But, Peter - are you out drink-?"

"Hey, is Peter out of soda?" Harry asked. 

"Who is that?" Peter asked.

You winced. "Harry's here."

"What?" 

"Peter, it's just Harry-"

He started to raise his voice. "You yell that we need to take a break and then you invite a guy into my apartment?" 

"He came to check on me! Peter, just have Flash get you home, okay? You're drinking and I don't like the sound of your voice. Come back and we can talk this out-"

"I don't want to talk this out," he said angrily. He hung up.

"Peter!" you shouted. You stared at the phone, shaking your head in disbelief. 

//

Peter went back to his friends. He handed Flash back his phone. Flash was flirting with some girl at the bar, so he didn't ask how it went. Ned was nowhere to be found, and Peter was left with just Gwen.

"Hey, spider guy," she said, "what's got you so sad?" When he didn't answer, she nudged him. "Everybody's dancing. Come dance with me."

"Yeah, no thanks," he said. He walked around her and sat down. 

"Hey," she said. "It's just a dance, Pete. C'mon."

"I don't feel like dancing, I feel like drinking," he said. 

She grinned. "Yeah, same." She waved down the bartender and asked for two beers. 

Twenty minutes later, Peter had drank more than he'd had ever in his life. He hated drinking, and he couldn't believe that he was seriously miserable enough to need it to drown out his sadness. And it wasn't even working. 

He groaned as he swished another drink of beer around in his mouth. The taste was starting to turn his stomach.

One of the songs you'd slow danced with Peter to played over the radio. Peter sighed sadly. "I really like this song," he murmured.

"Well, you're practically dancing already," Gwen joked. "Come on, Peter."

"No," he said softly, but she pulled on his hands and his legs were getting up. 

//

Back in Peter's apartment, you still worked on calling your boyfriend. 

Harry was gone, you'd sent him off. And it was just you, crying by the window, trying to call Peter, praying for his safety. You tried to call Ned, too - not knowing if he was there, too, but just being desperate enough to try. 

Peter wouldn't answer. 

//

In the bar, Peter was standing in front of Gwen, his hand on her waist. He swayed halfheartedly, not really putting an effort in to it. 

She looked up at him. "Still not gonna smile?" she asked.

He looked at her, then away. 

She reached up and put his hand on his shoulder, and she kissed him. It was just a peck on his lips, but it made Peter jerk back like he had been physically shocked by it. He looked at her in disbelief, his mind groggy but able to know that this wasn't what he wanted. 

But when she went to kiss him again, he let her.

Because the beers weren't working, but for whatever reason, this was.