I knocked on the apartment door with my backpack slung around my shoulder with Peters homework in one of my binders and his usual sandwich from Delmars in my other hand.
"Coming!" I heard Mays muffled voice through the door and I adjusted the bag from slipping off. After a few moments the door opened to be greeted with a flustered May and light smoke emitting from the door.
"I tried to make soup," she explained shortly and I gave her an understanding look with a nod.
"Soup is overrated anyway," I sympathized causing her to smile and open the door wider, letting me in.
"Peters in his room but be careful," she informed, leaning in. "He has a lot of mucus," she whispered making me snicker.
"May!" Peter complained from his room, hearing us due to the thin walls and his heightened senses causing both me and May to chuckle.
"What did I hear about mucus?" I asked, walking into his room to find a mess of a room with tissues overflowing in his trashcan (hehe kinky-) and a hidden Peter buried in his covers.
"Ugh..." he groaned in response with pain and a stuffy nose prevalent in his voice.
"Aw aren't you so happy to see me?"
"I don't need your sarcasm, Hailey," Peter grumbled from underneath his covers as he sniffed loudly before coughing even louder.
"Wait then why else would you text me 72 times if not for my amazing commentary?" I smirked, sitting down beside him on his bed. "Or my phenomenal good looks, either or," I added causing him to give a weak, muffled laugh until he got interrupted by his lungs wheezing desperately.
"You sound like a 70 year old smoker," I cringed at his sickness.
"Thanks so much, Hails," he sniffed sarcastically.
"I brought you a sandwich if it makes you feel any better," I offered, hovering the sandwich near the edge of his bed. He shot himself up from his bed and grabbed it from my hand.
"Have I mentioned how much I love and adore you?"
"Hmhmm sure. Eat your damn sandwich, you look horrible," I demanded looking at his red nose and puffy eyes and rolled my eyes.
He happily obliged and after four minutes the sandwich was gone, leaving a less dead-looking Peter.
"I also got your homework from our teacher which was absolute hell," I complained, digging through my bag.
"It was just getting papers, how hard could it have been?" He smirked at my dramatic complaints, tilting his head at me and looking sickeningly (ehehehehe get it?) adorable.
"I had to run back forth through the halls doing errands for them before getting your papers so yes, it sucked!" I grumbled, getting his homework from my binder and setting it on his desk.
"I'm so sorry you had to go through that," Peter apologized sarcastically, bending his head down and irrupted in a loud fit of coughs.
"Well I'll leave you to your disgusting germs," I teased, standing up and began to walk towards the door until Peter grabbed my wrist, stopping me.
"Wait, no, don't leave me..." Peter whined.
"What do you want from me, darling?" I asked softly, tilting my head at my sad looking partner.
"Just stay with me? Please?" He begged doing his usual puppy face.
"I knew my commentary and phenomenal good looks make you feel better," I smirked making him roll his eyes at me before scooting to the left to make room for me.
"Wait, what if I get you sick?"
"I don't get sick. Unless it's from a virus," I snorted loudly at my joke as he stared at me. "What? That was funny!"
"Do you want to watch a movie?" Peter offered, quickly changing the subject as I gave him a offended look.
"Ouch," I muttered, putting my hand on my chest dramatically as I watched Peter try to pull himself up to look through his stash of movies but failed miserably. "I got it, I got it. Please stop trying to get up because right now you look like a sad, dying fish," I interrupted him, softly pushing him back down. I got up and crouched down next to his stash of movies, flipping through them lazily.
"You have Heathers?!" I exclaimed in astonishment at the case.
"Yeah, why?" Peter asked hesitantly, giving me a weird look from my outburst.
"Nothing I just love you a little bit more now," I casually said before continuing to flip through movies.
"What about The Breakfast Club?"
"The Breakfast Club? I don't think I've seen that," I pondered as I eyed the movie.
"You've never seen The Breakfast Club?!" Peter demanded, his voice cracking wildly as he tried to raise his voice in shock.
"Yeah, why? Is it good?"
"Is it- It's amazing, Hails! It's a masterpiece!" He declared making me suppress a laugh at his passion for the movie.
"Okay, okay, we'll watch The Breakfast Club," I gave in as I stood up and popped the DVD in his old TV.
"And please don't look up the movie for spoilers," Peter begged, knowing I had a habit of searching up the plot of anything that comes up in conversation out of pure curiosity.
"Fine..." I sighed playfully before flopping into Peters arms as the movie started playing. "Can you at least give me the basics on the plot?"
"Ok so five teenagers all get detention on a Saturday and have to stay there for eight hours under the rule of a power-tripping teacher and then high jinks pursue," he summarized and I slowly looked over at him.
"Did you just say... 'high jinxs pursue'? What are you, fifty?"
"I regret nothing."
"What's with the dramatic PowerPoint intro?"
"Shh...!"
"I'm just saying! And why do they have so many layers on, it looks like it's fall."
"Don't question it!"
"That is not the sound of biting nails."
"Why is this man so intense?"
"He has issues."
"What is it with these kids and the f-slur?"
"How did it go from body shaming to asking about her virginity?"
"I love Carl."
"Everybody loves Carl, he's amazing."
"Is he seriously complaining about people thinking he's a winner?"
"He gets treated different, Hailey! Don't shame him for having feelings!"
"Alright, alright sorry!"
"Who the hell cares if a person is a virgin? They're like 15, they probably got laid a few months ago!"
"This is such a clear commercial for Coke, it's laughable in and of itself."
"You know, I've always wanted to eat that sandwich."
"Weirdly same."
"Is he making fun of Bryan for having a stable household?"
"He also has issues of his own that he needs to work out."
"This is depressing."
"It just...goes back and forth between comedic and then really...sad."
"That's pretty much the whole plot."
"Why did you make me watch it then?!"
"Because it's a masterpiece!"
"It's not masterpiece! This dude is literally bragging about making $20,000 a year and how he can threaten to kill a kid and get away with it!"
"That's why it's a masterpiece!"
"That makes no sense, Peter! Literally none! See, right now! This dude is trying to assault his classmate and it's played off as a joke!"
"Ok well...it was the 80s, it has its flaws."
"Flaws?! And now she's getting high with her assaulter five minutes after it happened!"
"What are these dude's dance moves?"
"This is an iconic scene, you can't judge it!
"Too late."
"Oh my gods, I love Carl."
"We all love Carl, he's a dreamboat."
"Why are they just going through each other's bags?"
"Plot reasons."
"Why are they slut shaming Claire for no reason?"
"Because teenagers suck."
"...That's fair."
"This just got intense real quick."
"He got an F just because the light didn't work? That's so stupid!"
"Why is everyone hating on Claire all of a sudden? Like I get it, you're parents suck but still, calm down."
"Yeah, their opinions flip a lot whenever John makes any point."
"So you do agree it makes not a lot of sense?"
"Shh... this is my favorite part!"
"Oh my god."
"Why is John acting like he wouldn't do the same thing?"
"Yeah, you go Bryan!"
"A...flare gun? Why a flare gun?"
"We went to suicide to...dancing."
"Teenage hormones are weird."
"Teenage- teenage hormones are not this extreme, Peter!"
"WHERE DID THEY GET A CHANGE OF CLOTHES?! AND WHY IS CLAIRE KISSING HIM? WHERE ARE THESE ROMANCES COMING FROM?! WHAT IS HAPPENING?!"
"This...was the weirdest movie I have ever watched in my entire life," I muttered as I stared at the screen. "So...Heathers?" I turned to look at Peters questioning expression before shrugging.
"Yeah, okay."