#hb2 is peter AND HARLEY’s story post hb1

[thompsborn]

countdown to hb2 — two weeks until chapter 1

— darling, won’t you take me home?

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Do what?”

“Fight with them.”

“I’m not fighting with them. They were being assholes and I told them to stop.”

“They’re just looking out for you.”

“Maybe. Still, they don’t get to assume shit like that.”

“They don’t know—”

“I don’t care what they know or don’t know. I’m not gonna stand there and let them say that kind of stuff about you.”

“Harley…”

“Maybe they are looking out for me, maybe they’re concerned, maybe they mean well—I get all of that, okay? But I’m looking out for you. I’m in your corner. And I’m not gonna let people say bad things about you just because they don’t know the full story.”

peter’s first year at ESU was a rollercoaster. he started it alone, depressed, barely holding it together—and he ended it in a better place than he thought was possible.

hopefully his second year will be less hectic.

(parker luck has never been the calm kind.)