Chapter 3
Drunk guy: hey man, sorry about yesterday, i don’t know what got into me. thanks for being so chill and sorry for making you worry. won’t happen again.
Peter knew a rejection when he saw one, he wasn't dumb. Still, he felt pathetic for having ever thought that they could become friends. Wade was just a drunk guy that somehow found his number, they were nothing.
If only Peter knew that he would get so attached to the first person that would talk to him in months, he would have ignored those texts.
Now, he felt so needy and weak.
He hated feeling like that.
So in a way he was glad that Wade seemed to want to stop whatever they were doing. It was for the best he told himself.
Getting close to other people would just hurt both of them and as painful as it was to think so, he couldn't impose his fucked up self on someone that never asked for it.
He re-read the message and settled on sending something friendly back, because even though they probably will never talk again, it wasn't a reason for him to suddenly act like a douche.
His fingers brushed the screen a few times until he was finally satisfied with his reply.
Peter: No worries, I’m glad you got home safe. Try not to get into a fight next time you get drunk, though.
'There, it should be good enough.' He thought.
He quickly turned his screen off and did the first thing that would take his mind off everything. Binge watching science videos.
Since he could barely do anything inside of his tiny apartment, let alone science experiments, he liked watching videos of other people doing so.
You would have thought that after the incident Peter would have developed a total aversion for science, but no.
Not really. It was quite the opposite actually, it made him want to learn more, and so he did. Through internet and online courses because anything physical at the moment was out of question.
Peter was so much into those slow motion videos that he almost didn't notice his phone ringtone signaling a message.
Grumpy as ever when distracted, he paused his video and unlocked his phone.
'Huh..' was the only thing he could think of at the moment.
The ID read 'Drunk guy' because yes, Peter had saved his phone number yesterday. So what? He just didn't know why he would get a message from Wade again.
Maybe his drunken self thought he was texting someone else.
Either way Peter was still curious.
Drunk guy: why do people in horror movies never listen to me? fucking idiots
Alriiight, he really wasn't expecting this. Snorting, he decided to play along. What wrong could it do, right?
Peter: Well, my guess is that it’s mostly because they are movie characters.
Peter: Also, it wouldn’t be very fun if the movie ended in 30 minutes.
Well, maybe his mighty wit would make him go away. But no.
Drunk guy: thanks, smartass
Drunk guy: honestly, it’s torture to watch them act like dumbasses for the entirety of the movie
Drunk guy: maybe a 30 minutes movie would put me out of my misery
Okay, just because they were back to sending messages didn't mean they were friends.
Peter could still do that and let some space remain between them. Yes, he could do it, except that he didn't really expect their playful banter to go for so long. It must have been, what... 40 minutes or so! Now, he was really not looking forward to go back to his lonely self.
Ugh.
And then Wade asked a question that made his brain short circuit.
Drunk guy: hey, i know it’s weird to ask this now since we've been talking for a while, but what’s your name?
Wait.
How stupid could he have been to not question Wade further about how got his number?
Was he really so lonely that he would believe the words of a complete stranger?
'Pull yourself together, Parker!' He thought.
Peter: You don’t know my name? How did you get my phone number then?
He was getting more and more nervous. His paranoid self was taking over and he could feel his heartbeat peaking.
Drunk guy: i probably wrote the number by mistake, i was pretty intoxicated yesterday
Drunk guy: i don’t remember anything
'Right.'
"Is this a prank? Am I still their target after everything that's happened?" Peter found himself saying out loud. He kept saying this over and over again and completely lost track of time. 'Alright, he just have my number, even if he was with them what harm could he do, right?' He laughed weakly.
Peter: Did Flash told you to contact me?
He seriously doubted that Flash would go back to his old ways but he asked anyway. Better be safe than sorry.
Drunk guy: i have literally no idea who this flash person is
He could be lying but Peter was trying his best to believe him.
Peter: Did Skip send you then?
Drunk guy: what? no.
Drunk guy: nobody sent me
Drunk guy: i’m just trying to befriend you, dude
Drunk guy: i don’t know who’s after you but i have nothing to do with them
He must have hit rock bottom because a big part of Peter actually believed him, or at least tried to. He tried weighing the pros and cons for a good 40 minutes, and found that if his old bullies wanted to torment him some more they certainly wouldn't have used something so private. No. Their thing was public humiliation, and so far Wade hadn't suggested a single weird thing. If things were to turn south, he could block his number to solve the problem. He was the one in control, he could do it.
Peter: Oh
Peter: Sorry He sheepishly apologized.
Drunk guy: no worries, man
Drunk guy: just got me worried a bit
Drunk guy: lemme know if i need to kick some ass for you ;)))
Peter: Just so you know, I just sighed.
He was lying, he actually giggled like a kid.
Peter: I’m probably too lonely to think this through correctly.
This was true, however.
Peter: My name’s Peter.
His heart was beating fast at this point, he truly hoped that he wouldn't have to regret doing so.
Drunk guy: there we go!
Drunk guy: nice to meet you, Petey
Drunk guy: whoops look at that
Drunk guy: seems like i already got a nickname for you, big boy
Okay, now he actually sighed, though it wasn't an annoyed kind of sigh, more like a fond one.
Peter: I physically cringed. Please don’t.
Wade: too late
Wade: you are now officially called petey on my phone
Peter snorted. 'Ass' he thought.
Peter: And you are now officially called “jerk” on my phone.
Liar, liar, pants on fire, he changed the ID from "drunk guy" to "Wade", and he did it fondly.
Wade: lmao
Wade: accurate af
Wade: this is the start of a nice friendship
Peter: I’m already regretting giving you my name.
But in reality he was thinking the same as Wade. This is going to be fun.
Wade: im so gonna enjoy this
'So am I, Wade.'
It has been almost two weeks since last time's conversation and Peter and Wade have been talking together constantly ever since.
They have been joking and talking about useless stuff most of the time, but they also got to learn a little about each other too.
For example, Peter learned a bit more about Wade. Wade Wilson. Wade Winston Wilson.
The guy wasn't afraid to talk about himself to a complete stranger, turned acquaintance.
Wade was a painter that had started making a name for himself. He had been invited to many art events but preferred keeping as much privacy concerning this as possible.
He wasn't really extroverted. Not anymore at least, he liked hanging in shitty bars from time to time.
Weasel, the guy he mentioned last time owned a bar like that. Wade spent most of his days alone in his apartment working on his paintings and somehow Peter realized that maybe Wade needed this friendship just as much as he did.
They were both in need of some human distraction.
The brunette also learned that Wade craved mexican food, especially chimichangas though he stated that the best part of the food was its name.
Peter wasn't as compliant to share about his personal life as the other, but he still gave him bits of informations here and there. He told Wade how much he likes science stuff, which Wade hurriedly replied with a "nerd lol" followed by " impressive tho, I never understood much at school" which led Peter to wonder how old the painter is.
They especially bonded over their love for movies, both having claimed Donnie Darko as one of their favorite movies.
Peter gave Wade a short list of movies he should definitely watch before he dies. The list mainly consisted of "Primal Fear", "Memento", "The Prestige" and some other movies with great plot twists.
Peter was just so happy for having gave a shot at this friendship thingy, he wasn't regretting anything so far. Wade seemed like a geniune nice guy and he made Peter feel at ease.
Peter's phone vibrated.
Wade: hey petey
Peter: Hi Wade, what's up?
Wade: uh nothing much
Wade: just
Wade: I won't be able to talk to you anymore
Okay. No. Wtf.
He couldn't just leave Peter like that, now could he? What did he mean by that? 'Did he get bored of me already?', 'Oh God..'
Peter: What? He needed to breath.
Peter: What do you mean you can't talk to me anymore?
Wade: duuuude
Wade: chill
Wade: i'm just gonna be out of the country for a few days
Wade: soooo no texting
Peter felt relief courses through him. That's great. He thought for a brief moment, that he might have already messed what was between them. 'Wade is really a jerk when he wants to.'
Peter: You know you could have phrased this otherwise.
Peter: Not cool
The reply came almost instantly.
Wade: oh my
Wade: whyyy
Wade: were you panicking petey
Wade: i hope you were because this is what i was going for
Peter: Why would you even do that?
Wade: what stupid kind of question is that baby boy
Wade: to see if you cared, that's why
Peter: Well, you are the first person I've talked to for ages, so I'd say that it would sucks to have you suddenly disappear from my life
Peter: But still, don't think that you are THAT important.
Peter: Ass.
Wade: hmmm ass
Wade: you know how to get my attention lmao
Peter: Also
Peter: Could you stop with the "baby boy" thing?
Peter: I mean, c'moooon Wade
Wade: pls
Wade: i'm an amazing detective and from all the elements I've gathered, you are younger than me
Wade: so baby boy it is
Peter: Did you guess that before or after I told you I only started college?
Peter: smh
Peter: Anyway, why do you need to leave?
Wade: my art will be showcased at this french museum and my agent said that I NEEDED to be there
Wade: you know i'd prefer spending my time talking to you
Peter: I know you would
Peter: But seriously this is amazing, Wade!
Peter: Why am I the only one super excited about this? This could be an amazing thing for your career!
Wade: i guess
Wade: gonna be pretty boring tho
Wade: i belong in a shitty bar, not in a museum
Peter: Forgive me for thinking such a thing
Peter: But are you, by any chance, stressed?
Wade: ...
Wade: maybe
Peter: You know, it's totally fine to get anxious
Peter: Don't you have anything that could entertain you there?
Peter: It could help you forget about the stress
Wade: you are my entertainment peteyyyy
Peter: ughhh
Peter: Okay let me think
Peter: What about Skype?
Wade: ohhhhh
Wade: sounds like an awesome idea!
Peter could feel Wade's excitement radiates through the screen.
Peter: No calls though
Wade: awww why not :(((
Peter: ...just not yet
After a brief moment Wade replied.
Wade: sure petey pie, anything
Wade: i'm just glad you're willing to keep talking to me
Wade: i didn't think you would have been courageous enough to stick around for so long
Wade: you know I hate chick flicks moments but still
Wade: thanks you know
Wade: baby boy, u da best
Peter: You ruined it, lol
Peter: Kinda feels great to hear that coming from you
Wade: ¿¿¿
Peter: Well, I thought I was the only one nervous here
Peter: I'm just glad it's not the case
Peter: ANYWAY
Peter: enough of those sappy moments, I'm gonna create a skype account
Wade: sure baby boy, sure