It was a rainy Saturday, which meant you nor Peter had to go to school and since it was going to rain all day and night there wasn't much you guys could do besides sit in Peter's apartment watching movies and whatever else you guys would do to occupy yourselves.
You both were seated on the couch as you watched reruns of Friends on the living room T.V.
"See, Joey? That's why your parents told you not to jump on the bed," Chandler scolded his roommate.
In the middle of the theme song, after you quickly clapped along, Peter turned to you.
"What do I mean to you?" He asked, abruptly.
You furrowed your eyebrows, confused why he would ask you something like thay so randomly.
"You're a great friend," You replied, "like a brother."
"Oh," He muttered, looking down at his lap, his thumbs circling one another.
"Why?" You wondered.
"Just wondering."
"What do I mean to you?" You repeated his question.
"Honestly?" He asked, looking you in the eye.
"I'd prefer so, yeah," You let out a small laugh.
"You mean the world to me," He looked away. Well, that made everything a little awkward.
"Oh," You mumbled, moving away from him, "I should go."
"No, I'm sorry," He quickly spoke, trying to stop you.
"No, its fine, I just," You sighed as you stood up, "I gotta go. My mom is probably needing help with something."
You grabbed your bag, heading to the door.
"Fuck," Peter thought to himself, knowing he most likely ruined your friendship with a small confession.
