Don't Jump // Peter Parker x OC ((Book One))

Three, This is Home

Peter opened the door to his three bedroom apartment.
(Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

"Sorry. It's a mess." Peter apologized. I understood that. He only lives with one other, equivalently messy person. His aunt May.

"It's fine." I mumble, "I'm sorry about this."

Peter turned to look at me. He gave me a dirty look. "Stop it, okay! Do you really think I would stop you if I didn't care?"

I looked down and fumbled with the hem of my shirt. Peter tilted my head upwards slightly with his finger. He forced our eyes to meet.

"Bea, I saved you because I love you. I love everything about you."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me into his apartment, taking me up to his bedroom. He closed the door behind us and pulled out a book. He tossed it over to me.

"Remember all the things we used to do together? We rode bikes, we went to coffee shops and saved up our money to buy stuff at gas stations." he said. I opened the book. It was a journal we used to keep. Documenting everything we did together until about six years ago. When my brother came back and my parents started arguing. My dad had always beat me. Peter didn't know until one day I showed up with a broken arm the day after we had hung out. Obviously a dead giveaway if you had spent the whole day together, and I hadn't gotten home until around 9 at night.

(Not gonna lie, I almost put in the afternoon. Damn you, Brendon Urie.)

"Peter, I-"

"If you say you're sorry I might lose it."

"I was going to say I love you too."

Sorry the chapter is short, I didn't know how to continue it. Next chapter will be better I promise. I have baby pictures of Tom Holland.