Peter was a loser.

his parents knew it, everyone at the damn school knew it, and he knew it.

but as long as he had your pretty little IP address, you’d never know. That sweet string of nine numbers, each more important than the last, was his prized possession. Despite how cringe it is, he loved it. Other couples gave each other bracelets, he got their IP address! Completely normal behavior!

answer me babe.

His fourteenth message. Why were you like this? Why would you torture him like this? He knew you were only a few blocks away, a coincidence he cherished since he met you, so there was no excuse for you abandoning him! The only person who you needed!

im coming over.

one short car ride and a few fantasy sequences in his head later, he was standing in front of your door and knocking loudly.

“Open up before I break this door!”