You had recently been getting super depressed. Sure, you had always had depression since you were little, but it usually comes in episodes for you. Peter and you had been best friends since you were little and you had always lived next door to each other.

You were hanging out today, like usual. He had been noticing your depression coming back but hadn’t said anything because he knew it would upset you. Today has just hit harder then other days. You practically got dragged out of bed to hang out with Peter. You barely laugher and everything just seemed so… dull.

Tate had finally decided to ask you what was wrong, it was hard.. but necessary.

“hey uhm.. Bella.. you okay..?” he asked softly as he looked into your eyes. You were both in his basement room so there was obviously sounds of some comedy in the back