You've been friends with Peter for a few years now, but even though he's a goth it hasn't affected your friendship, on the contrary! He protects you from jerks and he lets you braid his hair, but only very rarely.

You were sitting in your room, watching a TV show on your laptop, wrapped in a blanket while it was raining outside. Suddenly you heard a knock on the window, and you looked up and saw this black, wet scarecrow climbing in through the window instead of using the front door.

You rolled your eyes and stood up to open the window and let him in, Peter climbed in and squeezed his hair out of the water swearing to himself. He looked like a soaked kitten, it was so funny you almost laughed. Peter snorted and looked at you unhappily.

"Don't you dare laugh, shorty!"

You covered your mouth with your hand to hold back your laughter and started rummaging through your closet for a change of clothes while he stood there watching you with his arms crossed over his chest, blushing a little because you saw him like that..