Author: Shortyblackwell PM
I will not give the girl a name cause she is you…ok I didn't really work hard on this story! I wrote this story modeled around Peter because my sister loves Peter! My first one-shot! Anyways I hope you like it! Here it is "Your POV-Peter"Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Friendship - Peter - Words: 636 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 1 - Published: 11-06-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8680239
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I was walking along the street when someone walked up behind me and covered my eyes and whispered in my ear "Guess who?"
"Uhh… Peter" I said gently.
I turned around and hugged him.
"How's it going?" he asked.
"Terrible…" I said.
"Well…I was late for work then a girl who despises me was dressed the same. And when I asked her how long she was planning to wear it she said that she heard me talking about wearing it and, get this, wore it anyway!"
"Wow that sounds…...terrible." He said sarcastically.
"Shut-up!" I said as I punched him in the shoulder.
"Sorry but I'm no good at girl talk." He said rubbing his shoulder.
"Well let's go to the pad."
"We can't. The guys are sick. Sorry…hey let's go for a swim!" he suggested.
"Ok…" I took off my bathing suit cover "Let's go!" I ran into the water and he ran after me.
"Wow its soooo cold!" he said shivering.
We swam until dark. Peter got his towel and wrapped it around me. (I forgot mine)
"That was cool." He said. In the warm night air, he looked perfect.
I took off the towel and laid it down on the sand.
"It's so warm out here *yawn*" I said lying on his warm chest.
"Yeah," He said yawning himself.
"Look at the stars!" I said pointing up.
"Wow." is all he said that time.
I sat up and gave him a warm smile. We started to lean in for a kiss. Our lips met. It was beautiful.
The next morning I woke up on the towel and looked for him. He was lying spread-eagle on the sand about a foot away from the towel and looked very content.
I kissed him on the forehead, which woke him up.
"Where ya goin?" he asked.
"Home…" I started.
He got up, wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me close.
I turned around and draped my arms over his shoulders "Can't you stay?" he whispered to me quietly.
"I gotta go to wor-" flashing and many questions like 'Are you together?' and 'Will you be engaged?' and who can forget 'What did you have for lunch?' cut me off.
I looked at my watch.
"Oh no! It is 2:30…I'll be late and then I'll get fired and then I'll get evicted from my house…" I just kept babbling and babbling and babbling until he grabbed my hand and bolted so naturally I stopped and ran.
We found an abandon cottage that looked like it had no inhabitants for about 50 years.
We ran in hoping there was a lock to get away from the heat!
Just our luck, there was not.
"What are we going to do?" I screamed as he leaned against the door.
"I don't know…" he looked down as if he was shamed.
Then I realized something the reporters and Peter did not.
"It's a push door from the inside." I whispered to him as I moved him away from the door and slid a chair under the handle.
"Oh…wow." He said, now looking a bit embarrassed.
I giggled at him as he blushed a little and took me in his arms. My smile never went away as he kissed me gently before sitting down on the floor with me in his arms.
This gave us a chance to look around the old cottage. It was small, but just big enough to hold a family of three or four. It had a small kitchen with just enough counter space to use for cooking, and a small dining area with an old broken table.
We stayed there till twilight...