peter's eyes lit up as he received a text from the girl that had torn his heart apart.

hey

he grabbed his phone so fast he nearly fell off his desk chair.

hey lucy, i've been thinking...

me too

the homecoming dance is coming up, i was wondering if it's okay that....

yeah, you have my permission.

what?

you're going to ask liz, right? since she's the one you're always gonna notice.

what? no, luce
(seen)

lucy not again, please talk to me
(seen)

"damn," he cursed, "damn you, lucy."

[a/n: dammit this is just so rough i'm so bad at writing what the actual hell]