Chapter 1
You had had the biggest crush on Peter ever since you could remember. Your parents and been super close with his aunt and uncle, and you met when you were both five, and grew up to be best friends. You never got over your crush on Peter, and eventually you grew to love the boy, but you never acted on your feelings. Because you had accepted that he would never like you the same as you did with him.
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Eleven years later you were still in love with the dork, which is why you went to this stupid party. Even though you were not the partying type. At all. You sucked it up and went because Peter asked you to. Despite the fact that Peter fucking ditched you the second we got to the party, like he always did. Not that you were surprised. Peter had been doing shit like that a lot recently, all for Liz, but you didn’t say anything because it wasn’t too horrid. Mainly due to the fact that Ned and Michelle usually came too.
Which was fantastic, because they kept you company at the parties like this. Like they had been for the past three weeks, ever since Peter suddenly started dragging you three to them. His sudden change had confused all of you, knowing it wasn’t like him to go to parties like this and enjoy them, but you all figured that he was just trying something outside of his comfort zone and left it at that.
After about 2 hours of talking and hanging out with Ned and Michelle out on the deck, you’ve had enough and you stand up.
“Let’s go find Peter and get out of here.” You suggest, and watch in amusement as they both shoot up and start making their way into the house in search for Peter.
“I guess that’s a yes then?” You mumble to yourself as you follow them, watching as Ned heads to the kitchen and Michelle goes for the living room. You decide to head upstairs and see if you can find him. After 15 minutes of searching the entire upstairs, damn giant house, with no luck, you head back downstairs to find Ned and Michelle.
When you get to the bottom of the stairs, you look over the top of everyone, easily able to spot Michelle. You head over and slump forward when you see that Peter isn’t with her.
You sigh and ask, “No luck?” she shakes her head and replies, “Nope. I don’t think Ned seen him either. I’ll text him to let him know we’re ready to go.”
You gasp, of course!
You shake your head, feeling like an idiot, and take out your phone to text him.
Y/N: Pete, where are you? I’ve looked everywhere for you!
You, Michelle, and Ned wait for him to text back, but 15 minutes later with no response, you start to lose hope of him texting back.
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You hold back tears and turn towards your friends, “Guys, I don’t think he’s gonna answer. Let’s just start walking back.”
Ned gives me a sad smile while Michelle scoffs.
“What?” you ask, not sure you really want an answer.
“Y/N, when are you going to realize Peter has become a shit friend? I know you’re a bit blind because you’re in love with him, but come on.” The way she says ‘in love with’ sets your teeth on edge; she says it like it’s ridiculous that I love him.
“Oh, fuck off, Michelle. He wasn’t always like this, you know. He is someone worth loving, he’s just going through a phase right now.” You glare at her and turn around, a few tears leaving the corners of your eyes. You feel a hand on your shoulder and glance over at Ned as he pulls you in for a hug. You go in willingly and feel Michelle’s huff of disapproval as Ned tugs her into the group hug as well.
You put your arm around her, “I’m sorry, Michelle. I’m just fuckin’ worried about Peter.” You whisper, guilt hanging over your head for lashing out.
“It’s fine, Y/N.” she pauses for a second and add, “I’m worried about him to.”
After another minute of hugging each other, you break apart and stare at each other for a second.
You clear your throat, “So, shall we?”
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As you guys walk, Ned and Michelle, well mainly Ned, talks for the entire time in an effort to distract you. You’re grateful that you have Ned and Michelle with you, because you probably would’ve been crying by now if you’d been by yourself.
“So, Peter has been acting unusual these past few weeks, right? Can you guys think of anything else he’s done lately besides the partying that’s been… not Peter?” you ask, softly interrupting Ned’s rambling.
Michelle snorts and hold out her hand, counting things off as she talks, “Well there’s the fact that he’s started acting cocky and confident. He hasn’t acted like he gives a shit about us. And he’s acted like a dick” she glances over and you and Ned, “There are plenty of others, but those are the main things.”
You nod; thinking of all the times when what she said applies. There are a lot. You turn to Ned, “What about you? Have you noticed anything unusual?”
He’s quiet for a moment, “no. Michelle pretty much covered it.”
“What do you think’s going on with him?” you ask, looking at the ground as you walk, possibilities running through your head.
You see them shrug out of the corners of your eyes, and you all are silent for a while as you think of the person Peter is becoming.
Not long after, you get to your apartment. You look at your friends and offer, “you guys wanna stay over tonight? You know you’re welcome to stay.”
Ned happily says yes while Michelle remains quiet, thinking.
“MJ, it’s fine if you don’t want-“
“No, I’ll stay with you guys.” You smiled and grabbed their hands, leading them up to your apartment.
Later that night you decided to send one last text to Peter, against your better judgement and Michelle’s complaints.
Y/N: hey Peter, I hope you’re okay. Ned, Michelle, and I got to my place safely. In case you decided to care about us again.
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Peter never responded to that text.
Or the text you sent the next day.
As the day went on you got increasingly worried about him, you all did. And finally you decided to call May.
You dialed her number and set the phone on your bed, glancing at Ned and Michelle as they leaned forward in anticipation. You turned your lips up in amusement, which quickly left when you heard Mays voice.
“Hello? Y/N? is everything okay?”
“Hey, May. Um… has Peter gotten a hold of you at all? We went to a party last night and he ditched as and hasn’t answered any of our texts. We’re really worried.”
“WHAT?!” she shouts, making all three flinch causing you to yank the phone away from your ear with a yelp. Ned and Michelle stare at the phone with wide eyes and you hear Mays voice again, muffled, “Peter get in here!” There’s a silence that you all share awkwardly, “Sorry about that, I’ll be speaking with him about his awful behavior lately. He got home at 10 last night.” You and Ned gasp, while Michelle glares at the phone like it murdered her whole family.
“Really?” you say in a small voice, tears threatening to fall.
“Yeah, Sweetheart. I am so sorry. He’s been acting so strange lately, and usually I’d blame it on teenage hormones, but this is something else.”
You, Ned, and Michelle all exchange a look.
“Peter!” you can hear her stomping towards him now, and you cringe on the inside. An angry May isn’t not a pretty sight.
You hear Peter say, “I heard you the first time, May! I don’t know why you’re bugging me. I don’t care! I honestly don’t give a fuck about them.” the words not registering at first, but when they do, you can feel your heart rip in half. All you hear is May gasp before you hang up.
You all stare at each other as you take in the fact that Peter went home an hour before you did. Michelle’s the first to break the silence, “well, I’m not talking to that asshole again.” You look at her and your shocked to find tears running down her face.
You look down at your phone and your heart clenches in pain. You don’t even notice your our tears falling as you zone out, thinking of what he just told may.
You’re all quiet as you process what just happened.
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An hour later you’re all sitting down watching the first harry potter, distracting yourselves from what happened earlier, when you get a text. You look at your phone and gasp, Peter? You look at the text and any hope you had of Peter coming back is gone.
Peter: You should come over and hang out! There’s this cool party tonight. You up for it?
You scoff and toss your phone onto the table. You decide right then and there that you’re done dealing with him. You’re done being shit on by who you thought was your best friend.
This is the beginning.