Warning: Peter being cute trying to comfort you from being sad

Your complex ended up being farther away from Peter's because he pointed at the building where he lived when you both passed by. "This is it." You announced as you arrived. "Want to come inside?"

"Uh.. s-sure. I'll just h-have to let my aunt k-know." He told you and you nodded your head. "I'll wait inside the building and give you time." You started to say and went to open the door. "No it's okay...I mean I-I usually t-text her and she r-responds back." He said then followed inside after texting his Aunt.

It was a quick reply because then he told you he could stay over for a bit but only till 5. All you did was give a small smile and made your way up the stairs. Peter followed suit and soon enough you were at the door.

Once you got in and closed the door behind Peter, what could be seen was the living room. The walls were a light bluish grey with picture frames hanging along it. The couch was a light grey and a little table in front of it with 2 books. One being a journal and the other being an actual book.

"Nice place you have. Do you write?" He said as he looked around seeing how much light poured into the room then pointed to the journal on the table. You looked over at him then replied "Thank you and yes I do. Short stories."

You had a personal journal which you wrote everything that happens in life but you kept that hidden behind the picture frame in your bedroom. "You can place your bag on the chair." You suggested as you placed yours next to the couch on the floor.

"Do your parents work?" He asked then immediately realized what he asked and said "I-I mean it's just when I g-go to Ned's house his dad i-is usually home. S-sorry." You gave a small smile then sat on the couch. Peter followed along by sitting beside you.

"My father is working right now and rarely comes home. He only does when he's able to." You admitted which was somewhat true due to the current situation. "My mother..." you started to say then stopped.

Tears started to form on your eyes the more you thought about her and what happened earlier at school. It wasn't long till those same tears started to stream down your face. Peter looked over to you and felt how sad you were. "I'm sorry. You don't need to tell me." He said in a reassuring tone.

"It's okay.." you said softly and wiped some of your tears. "My Mother died before I moved here. It happened when I was attending a different school." You answered "I barely got to see her when she was at home. She usually got pulled away for work because of how good she was. Sometimes my uncle had to watch over me when my father wasn't home either. Which I didn't mind."

Peter hesitated at first but gently placed a hand on your back. "It's okay to cry. Both of my parents died when I was very young. My Aunt and Uncle took me in with open arms but it wasn't very long till he had tragically died. So I understand. You're not alone in this."

You looked at him and gave a sad smile, which he did the same in return. Turning a little, you leaned in and gave him a hug. "Thank you Peter. I appreciate it." You told him and he was tense at first but gave in, hugging you back. "You're welcome. I just wanted to comfort you. You looked really sad at school and I wanted to make sure you were okay." He told you.

Smiling softly while you both hugged, you gave him a small light squeeze with your hand on his back then let go. The both of you pulled away from the hug. "I'm sorry if I got any tears on your shirt." You mentioned wiping the little of your tears from your face. "It's okay." He responded and gave you a small smile.

You tried to cheer up the subject "Want something to drink, a snack? I can order food if you want" You asked offering. It was 3:30pm and you weren't sure if he was hungry or anything. 'It's better to ask then not right? I mean it's the polite thing to do.' You said to yourself in your head.

Peter looked at you and noticed that you were trying to cheer up the mood by being polite and offering a drink or something to eat. He smiled and replied "Uh, a g-glass of water perhaps a-and a snack i-if  that's alright."

You nodded and stood up to walk over to the kitchen which was close by. The living room and kitchen were an open concept so it was easy to see one another from the two rooms. "Oh, and if you want to watch some television the remote is on the table. I don't watch it much because of all the news going around. It can be stressful." You admitted and continued on.

As you walked into the kitchen you could hear Peter flip the channels with the remote. He was searching for something to watch. Smiling to yourself, you reached up the cabinet and grabbed the glass then walked your way over to the fridge.

You had placed water in a filtering cooler to clean out the water before it was pour into a cup. Opening the fridge, you poured some water into the glass then went over to another the pantry and grabbed a napkin for the snack.

Placing the glass on the counter you asked him "Would you like a cookie that I baked last night?" He looked from the television screen to where you stood and nodded his head. "Sure." With that, you took out the baked cookies from the oven.

Unwrapped the plastic cover you had on it to keep it warm and placed two chocolate chip cookies on the napkin. Covering cookies back up with the plastic, you grabbed the glass of water and the napkin with the cookies. Turning around to walk back to him, something seemed off. 'What was it?' You thought.

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