1 Year Later
'Where does Peter go all the time? Probably getting pictures... He does need the job.' Gwen thinks to herself, getting a black dress on that drapes to just below her knees. She brushes her dress down and looks in the mirror. Satisfied, she steps into her shiny black heels and makes her way into the bathroom. She grabs the straightener and curls her hair, making medium-sized waves. Putting the straightener away, she grabs the eyeliner and mascara, putting it on.
Peter grabs his tux out of his closet. He looks into his mirror, seeing himself in his suit. 'When am i ever going to tell Gwen?' He asks himself in his head. He shakes his head at himself and slips his black tux on. having a white shirt under and wide red strap around his hips. His pants, having a two white racing stripes along the sides, were black. He glances in the mirror and gives a brief nod before straightening himself up and walking out his bedroom door.
"Gwen?" He calls from his bedroom door. He hears the door open and Gwen walks out, a bright smile on her face. She bites her lip, looking Peter over. "Nice tux."
"Thanks," he says. "I like your... Everything..." He slurs, obviously star-struck. She giggles, twirling around, her black dress flaring.
"Shall we?" He says, smirking, holding his hand out. She looks at his hand, then takes it. They walk down the hallway, hand in hand.
"So... Where are you taking me?" She asks, scanning Peter for clues. They walk out he door, Peter holding the door open for her. They walks down the driveway onto the sidewalk, the moon high and the stars bright.
"So... Where are you taking me?" Gwen asks curiously, scanning Peter for clues.
"Well.... Since it's our anniversary.. I was thinking maybe a restaurant.. If you want, of course?" He says casually, acting as efficient as he could. She giggles, the moonlight glinting in her blue eyes.
"Why so 'efficient'?" She asks.
"What? You want me to talk like this?" He asks, his voice cracking at the end like he was 14 again. She sputters and cups her mouth, laughing a deep, throaty laugh.
'Man, she's gorgeous...' He chuckles quietly, a part of him wanting to laugh along with her, another feeling guilty over not telling her all this time. She sniffs and looks down, quickly wiping her cheek and crossing her arms.
They continue down the sidewalk and they turn down a street, him holding her hand while crossing the street.
"Which restaurant?" She asks excitedly, almost childlike. Peter stops at a fancy restaurant, a smug smile of his face. She looks up at it. "I've always wanted to try it!"
He escorts her in and they get their seat. He pulls out her chair for her and gently pushes it back in after she sat down. She hangs her purse and coat of the back of her chair. Peter sits down, doing the same with his coat.
"Wow... It's really been a year?" Gwen asks, trying to start a conversation.
"I'm surprised you put up with me for that long," he smirks, sipping his drink. She smiles, tilting her head a bit.
His gaze trails down, looking at the table. He fiddles with his thumbs under the table. He thinks about if he told her, and if he kept it a secret. What would happen?
"Peter...? It's something wrong?" He hears her soft voice ask. He looks up, his brown eyes looking into her blue eyes.
"Hm? I'm fine." He says, shrugging.
"Okay, well... I've wanted to ask you something for a while now.." She says brushing her hair behind her ear.
"Yeah, what is it?"
"Where do you go all the time?" She asks curiously as if it was a burden taking off her shoulders. He stiffens, their eyes never losing contact.
"Well, I have a job at the Bugle." He says seriously.
"I know, and I get that. But where do you go? You're never home, I'm never with you." She says, her voice becoming more of a whisper.
"I'm out--" he starts, trying to explain, but gets cut off.
"Out doing what?" She interrupts, her voice suddenly a bit harsh. "You're never home... Never with me."
"I know, and I'm sorry..." He says. "But I have stuff to do.."
"Well? What is this 'stuff'?" She demands, her voice still at a harsh, but soft tone. "What are you hiding from me? A job? Something you don't want to show me? Another girl...?"
"No, I'd never cheat on you!" He says firmly, his eyes fierce with honesty. She looks down at the table.
"What am I to you?" She asks, tears starting to gather in her eyes. "No one important? Because you never tell me anything..."
"Gwen..." He starts, no sure what to say.
"Peter, you're a great guy... But I want a boyfriend that will be there for me,"
He inhales, getting the hint where this is going. He looks at her in disbelief. "I still want to be with you... I don't want anybody else," He says.
She quickly wipes her cheek, still looking down at the table. "I.. I'm breaking up with you." She says, putting her coat on and her purse over. She stands up, looking at him once before heading for the front doors.
He quickly throws on his jacket and follows. She pushes the door open and walks out, pulling her jacket closer together, shivering slightly. He slips through the door, it still being open.
"Gwen, wait!" He says. She freezes, but starts walking again. He catches up to her, grabbing her hand. She turns around, wiping away her tears.
"What?" She says impatiently.
"I don't want to lose you, you're the best thing in my life and I couldn't live with out you."
"I'm done waiting, Peter." She says dully, walking away