Peter YB (Part 2!) || I'm Still Yours (REUPLOAD)

"W-What?" He chokes, getting flustered. "I don't really want to spend my Halloween all alone." You say with a smile. "If not though, I can leave." You say, still smiling. "No! I don't mind at all. I have a spare bedroom upstairs, but I never have company over other than my sister on very rare occasions." He laughs. "I didn't know you had a sister! What's her name?" You ask. He seems to freeze. "Samantha." He smiles nervously. "Oh! Maybe I could meet her someday." You say, nuzzling into his chest. He laughs nervously.

You look at the time. "Oh wow..I should probably get a shower and into bed." You say, sitting up. "Right. Let me show you your room." Stan says, getting up and walking upstairs as I followed. I was still in a parka and jeans...who knows what I'll wear for bed. We reached a door, and he opened it for me. It had a pleasant atmosphere with wood accents. Much more luxurious than my own home. "The bathroom is right down the hall, and my room is right next to this one." He explains, pointing into the directions. "Thank you." I say, giving him a warm smile and taking off my coat. "N-No problem-" He blurts out in a fluster. He closes the door behind him, and leaves.

[Peter's POV]

I shut the door, and lean up against it. Good lord, I forgot how much I missed her. I can barely breath, I want her back so badly. I just want her to be mine again.

[narration]

You rest your jacket on the bed, and notice a closet. "Maybe he has some clothes in here." You say, stepping over to it. You  feel a flashback hit you.

Stepping over to the closet, a dim light peeking through...

You shudder in the slightest. You shake it off, and open the doors. As you expected, no photos of you nor your family members. You only see a robe and a...shirt? The hoodie looked familiar. Heck, everything was familiar lately. But the shirt was different. It looked like the exact same shirt Peter had worn to bed your first night living with him. A chill shot down your spine. But for old time's sake...

You take it off the hanger and walk over to the bed. You find a nice, large pillow and fix the shirt over it like a pillowcase.  You prop it up just right, get snuggled into bed, and whirl your arms around it as if it was him. You begin to cry. You'll never be able to love anyone else like him again. You'll never see him again, and it's your fault. You loved him so much. You miss him. You nuzzle your face into the pillow, and fall asleep.

That night was the first night you dreamt of Peter...and it wasn't about the murders or him dying.

It was lovely.

[Dream POV]

You're standing in the halls, digging through your locker. This was where you first met him. Except, there isn't another soul to be seen in the halls. It's just you and the person approaching you.

Obviously, It's Peter.

He walks up to you and doesn't say a thing. You just look at each other. He smiles warmly. "I remember you." He says, in the same dark voice you remember him for. You step closer to him. "Are you..real?" You ask a stupid question. He chuckles. "No, but I still love you. Even if I'm not here anymore...atleast, if that's what you think." He says. He seems so happy. "What do you mean?" You ask. You blink your eyes, and he's gone. "Peter?!" You call out. Everything starts to go dark. You had this same feeling when he knocked you out. You haven't seen so much darkness in years. "Peter?!?" You scream.

[narration]

And just like that, you wake up in a cold sweat, still clutching the pillow.

"Peter?!" You call out, thinking your still in the dream since the room is dark. You hear Stan run down the hall, and he swings open the door. He flicks on the light. Once you realize your no longer dreaming, you start to cry. You shake and tremble. "S-Stan I'm sorry! I didn't mean to wake you!" You cry, shaking in trauma. "No! It's alright. Is everything okay?" He asks, rushing over to the bed and sitting next to you. He softly stroked his hands through your hair. You cry even more. You swing your arms around Stan, hugging him tightly. "I had such a bad dream!" You sniff. He hugs you back, and wipes your eyes. "It's alright. I'm here." He says. You finally relax your body, and stop crying. "W-What time is it?" You sniff, sitting back up.

He checks the time on the clock on the wall. "About...one A.M. You must've had quite the dream." He laughs. It was strange..he seemed so alert. He didn't seem tired at all. "Have you been awake?" You ask. He chuckles nervously. "Don't worry about it, love. Just try and fall asleep again." He says, darkly. He leaves the lamp on, as if you were a small child scared of the night. He leaves, and shuts the door behind him.

You have a pit in your stomach.

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