Lil and Pietro; Friday Afternoon
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om_mainPietro realizes Lil hasn't been around at all and texts her to see what's up.
Text to Lil
Hey bb were you in classes today? Haven't seen you.
Text to P
Didn't do nothing today. Recovering.
Text to Lil
You don't get sick. What happened?
Text to P
Not sick. Sad. Come to my room and I'll tell you. Alcohol if you got it but not required.
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In far less time than would've been required to type a response, even for him (he was, after all restricted by the slowness of his phone), Pietro was knocking on Lil's door. He had a small bottle of citrus-flavored vodka in one hand--still pulling from his stock and missing no opportunity to drink with someone and wore his usual lounging ensemble of tearaways, an undertank, and a pair of clean socks. "Lilllllll?" he called softly.
This did not bode well. He hoped it wasn't her father. He wasn't sure if he hoped it was Scott or not.
"S'open," called the voice from inside, definitely Lil's and definitely not happy.
When he came in, the scene wasn't too unusual; the constant mess on her side of the room with the giantess sitting on her bed with her laptop, dressed in a pair of sweats and a tank top. The only real difference was the frown on her lips and the redness of her eyes.
"Hey," Lil muttered softly and scooted over to make room for him.
Pietro sighed as he crawled up beside her and handed over the bottle. "He made you cry," he said flatly. Wasn't even a question.
"We broke up," she answered after taking a large swig from the bottle. "He called me out things not being the same between us and me not seeming happy and we decided to end it last night."
"I'm sorry," he said. He wasn't sorry the relationship was over, obviously. It never made Lil feel like she deserved to feel, from Pietro's perspective, and that was hard for him as her friend. But he was sorry for how he knew it'd make her feel. Like everyone left her, like she wasn't good enough... like crying. "Was it ugly, or, you know, did you come to some kind of agreement?"
"Wasn't ugly at all." One more sip and she passed the bottle back. "We agreed and I cried and then we spent one last night together 'cause I didn't wanna have me breaking him being the last time we were together," Lil admitted, not looking him in the eye but down at her fingers instead. "I left this morning before he woke up so we didn't have to do all the ridiculous goodbye stuff."
"I feel that." Pietro slumped against the wall and took a sip. He didn't want to get wrecked, suddenly; he was really disturbed, thinking of what this might do to her, but he didn't want to hide from it. He wanted to make her feel better, and he couldn't really do that if he got fucked up. He handed the bottle back after he finished. "I really am sorry though, Lil. I mean. You know I'm not his biggest fan. Especially not as your boyfriend. But it's still a shitty feeling and I know it."
"Yeah. That's why you're such a good friend."
A moment later, her head was resting on his shoulder. "It just so completely suuuucks," Lil whined. "I feel like I failed."
"Shit, Lil." Pietro put one arm around her and gathered her in closer, smiling faintly. "Takes two to fail. And even if that's what it was, you still got one up on me. I never even got that far with anyone."
"Six month. We dated for six months. I don't even keep friends that long usually," the giantess sighed, cuddling in closer to him. "We're gonna try to still be friends and stuff but... I don't know how that'll go." It would be tricky, for sure. Especially if he started dating Lydia. But what she'd said had been the truth: he would always have a piece of her heart and she would always be his Diamond Girl.
Nothing could change that.
Lil reached for the bottle and drank again. "I think I'm gonna lay off relationships for awhile, though," she admitted. "There's a lotta guys out there and stuff I wanna learn and experience and I... I just don't wanna put myself through breaking up with a boyfriend again anytime soon."
"Exactly," Pietro said. He wasn't sure about the being friends; six months was a long time, yeah, but... there was a lot of disappointment to go around on this one. Whatever. He hoped it worked out for her, and Scott could throw himself off a cliff, for all Pietro cared. (Okay, not really, but definitely in theory!) "Just think about Lil for a while. What you want, who you are, that kind of stuff. It'll be fun to put yourself first."
She nodded, the fine hair on the top of her head tickling his throat. "Yeah. It just really sucks right now. I think I'm gonna need a couple days just to sort myself out." One hand rose to clutch the necklace - the bullet casing Scott had bought her - before she sighed again. "Then it can be all about me."
"It's always about you," Pietro reassured her, kissing the top of her head and squeezing. Of course he noticed her with the necklace. Not like he thought she should chuck it, or anything. Just. Wished she could be rid of him. For a while, at least. "But cool. I get it."
"Thank you," she murmured again, nuzzling his jaw. "I feel bad for dumping on you like this - twice in one week, especially."
"Yeah, my life is hard. Sitting on a bed drinking vodka with a super hot girl." Pietro quirked a grin and squeezed again. "It's fine, baby. We all need our friends sometimes. I know it all too well."
Lil handed the bottle back to him then put her legs over his, getting more comfortable. "Thank you. Really." Her gratitude was accompanied by a kiss to his cheek. "And no, you don't gotta kill Scott or kick his ass for me."
Pietro chuckled and took a gentle sip. "You know me so well it's almost scary. Okay, though. I guess I can let it go. So long as you promise to focus on Lil for a while. When you're ready." He kissed her on the cheek, in reply.
"I will. I promise." It was one she intended to keep, too. Lil had meant what she'd said, she wanted to learn and to experience different things and not get tied down again. It was time to take care of herself, to focus on just being young and enjoying life while she could.
He settled in, putting his far hand over her legs and gathering them in and sighing into her hair. "Then I will not kick his ass. For now. Whatever makes you happy."
Another little kiss, still on his cheek but closer to his lips this time, was followed by one more sigh. "I appreciate it... And will make you the first one I call if I change my mind."
He put his forehead to hers and smiled. "I would be honored."
"Damn right you would be," Lil chuckled, nuzzling her nose against his then pulling back for moment, looking into his eyes before leaning in for a real kiss.
Smiling into it and reach up with the hand behind her to stroke her hair, Pietro kissed back almost gratefully. Not so much grateful for the affection--though that was of course nice--but for the ability to be actually reassuring int he only way he really knew how. Words were okay, but he was not awesome with them. They took too long to say too little.
But like this, he could tell her that he cared and would take care of her in a way she couldn't misunderstand. So he tilted his head a little and parted his lips just a little--he'd forgotten how nice hers were, how warm and soft and full--and hummed.
Lil made her own happy, pleased little noises as her tongue darted past both their lips to find and dance with his, deepening the kiss until it had an edge of hunger to it. She knew it wasn't right; she shouldn't be kissing another guy the day after she'd broken up with Scott but Pietro wasn't just 'another guy.' He was a friend, someone who she cared about and who cared about her and wouldn't ever take advantage of her.
Still, the giantess pulled back, looking a little guilty and went even as far as to murmur a few soft words of apology.
Pietro had been scurrying to find a non-hurtful way to stop it himself and wondering if he'd just made a terrible mistake, so he was mostly just grateful. He stroked her hair again. "S'okay. You know what I mean by that, yeah?"
She nodded and placed her head on his shoulder again. "Uh huh. It just still hurts. I mean, about me and Scott. Not you. And I wanna find a way to make it stop." Though, Lil knew that that wasn't the answer. "Maybe some distraction will help? You do anything else fun with Remy lately?"
"Well, nothing new, exactly, but he really liked the blindfold thing, and apparently..." Pietro settled in, just talking to her quietly about nothing at all.
She listened, cuddled in close to him, sharing sips of alcohol and stories, until they were both lost in the easy comfort he'd provided.
Text to Lil
Hey bb were you in classes today? Haven't seen you.
Text to P
Didn't do nothing today. Recovering.
Text to Lil
You don't get sick. What happened?
Text to P
Not sick. Sad. Come to my room and I'll tell you. Alcohol if you got it but not required.
---
In far less time than would've been required to type a response, even for him (he was, after all restricted by the slowness of his phone), Pietro was knocking on Lil's door. He had a small bottle of citrus-flavored vodka in one hand--still pulling from his stock and missing no opportunity to drink with someone and wore his usual lounging ensemble of tearaways, an undertank, and a pair of clean socks. "Lilllllll?" he called softly.
This did not bode well. He hoped it wasn't her father. He wasn't sure if he hoped it was Scott or not.
"S'open," called the voice from inside, definitely Lil's and definitely not happy.
When he came in, the scene wasn't too unusual; the constant mess on her side of the room with the giantess sitting on her bed with her laptop, dressed in a pair of sweats and a tank top. The only real difference was the frown on her lips and the redness of her eyes.
"Hey," Lil muttered softly and scooted over to make room for him.
Pietro sighed as he crawled up beside her and handed over the bottle. "He made you cry," he said flatly. Wasn't even a question.
"We broke up," she answered after taking a large swig from the bottle. "He called me out things not being the same between us and me not seeming happy and we decided to end it last night."
"I'm sorry," he said. He wasn't sorry the relationship was over, obviously. It never made Lil feel like she deserved to feel, from Pietro's perspective, and that was hard for him as her friend. But he was sorry for how he knew it'd make her feel. Like everyone left her, like she wasn't good enough... like crying. "Was it ugly, or, you know, did you come to some kind of agreement?"
"Wasn't ugly at all." One more sip and she passed the bottle back. "We agreed and I cried and then we spent one last night together 'cause I didn't wanna have me breaking him being the last time we were together," Lil admitted, not looking him in the eye but down at her fingers instead. "I left this morning before he woke up so we didn't have to do all the ridiculous goodbye stuff."
"I feel that." Pietro slumped against the wall and took a sip. He didn't want to get wrecked, suddenly; he was really disturbed, thinking of what this might do to her, but he didn't want to hide from it. He wanted to make her feel better, and he couldn't really do that if he got fucked up. He handed the bottle back after he finished. "I really am sorry though, Lil. I mean. You know I'm not his biggest fan. Especially not as your boyfriend. But it's still a shitty feeling and I know it."
"Yeah. That's why you're such a good friend."
A moment later, her head was resting on his shoulder. "It just so completely suuuucks," Lil whined. "I feel like I failed."
"Shit, Lil." Pietro put one arm around her and gathered her in closer, smiling faintly. "Takes two to fail. And even if that's what it was, you still got one up on me. I never even got that far with anyone."
"Six month. We dated for six months. I don't even keep friends that long usually," the giantess sighed, cuddling in closer to him. "We're gonna try to still be friends and stuff but... I don't know how that'll go." It would be tricky, for sure. Especially if he started dating Lydia. But what she'd said had been the truth: he would always have a piece of her heart and she would always be his Diamond Girl.
Nothing could change that.
Lil reached for the bottle and drank again. "I think I'm gonna lay off relationships for awhile, though," she admitted. "There's a lotta guys out there and stuff I wanna learn and experience and I... I just don't wanna put myself through breaking up with a boyfriend again anytime soon."
"Exactly," Pietro said. He wasn't sure about the being friends; six months was a long time, yeah, but... there was a lot of disappointment to go around on this one. Whatever. He hoped it worked out for her, and Scott could throw himself off a cliff, for all Pietro cared. (Okay, not really, but definitely in theory!) "Just think about Lil for a while. What you want, who you are, that kind of stuff. It'll be fun to put yourself first."
She nodded, the fine hair on the top of her head tickling his throat. "Yeah. It just really sucks right now. I think I'm gonna need a couple days just to sort myself out." One hand rose to clutch the necklace - the bullet casing Scott had bought her - before she sighed again. "Then it can be all about me."
"It's always about you," Pietro reassured her, kissing the top of her head and squeezing. Of course he noticed her with the necklace. Not like he thought she should chuck it, or anything. Just. Wished she could be rid of him. For a while, at least. "But cool. I get it."
"Thank you," she murmured again, nuzzling his jaw. "I feel bad for dumping on you like this - twice in one week, especially."
"Yeah, my life is hard. Sitting on a bed drinking vodka with a super hot girl." Pietro quirked a grin and squeezed again. "It's fine, baby. We all need our friends sometimes. I know it all too well."
Lil handed the bottle back to him then put her legs over his, getting more comfortable. "Thank you. Really." Her gratitude was accompanied by a kiss to his cheek. "And no, you don't gotta kill Scott or kick his ass for me."
Pietro chuckled and took a gentle sip. "You know me so well it's almost scary. Okay, though. I guess I can let it go. So long as you promise to focus on Lil for a while. When you're ready." He kissed her on the cheek, in reply.
"I will. I promise." It was one she intended to keep, too. Lil had meant what she'd said, she wanted to learn and to experience different things and not get tied down again. It was time to take care of herself, to focus on just being young and enjoying life while she could.
He settled in, putting his far hand over her legs and gathering them in and sighing into her hair. "Then I will not kick his ass. For now. Whatever makes you happy."
Another little kiss, still on his cheek but closer to his lips this time, was followed by one more sigh. "I appreciate it... And will make you the first one I call if I change my mind."
He put his forehead to hers and smiled. "I would be honored."
"Damn right you would be," Lil chuckled, nuzzling her nose against his then pulling back for moment, looking into his eyes before leaning in for a real kiss.
Smiling into it and reach up with the hand behind her to stroke her hair, Pietro kissed back almost gratefully. Not so much grateful for the affection--though that was of course nice--but for the ability to be actually reassuring int he only way he really knew how. Words were okay, but he was not awesome with them. They took too long to say too little.
But like this, he could tell her that he cared and would take care of her in a way she couldn't misunderstand. So he tilted his head a little and parted his lips just a little--he'd forgotten how nice hers were, how warm and soft and full--and hummed.
Lil made her own happy, pleased little noises as her tongue darted past both their lips to find and dance with his, deepening the kiss until it had an edge of hunger to it. She knew it wasn't right; she shouldn't be kissing another guy the day after she'd broken up with Scott but Pietro wasn't just 'another guy.' He was a friend, someone who she cared about and who cared about her and wouldn't ever take advantage of her.
Still, the giantess pulled back, looking a little guilty and went even as far as to murmur a few soft words of apology.
Pietro had been scurrying to find a non-hurtful way to stop it himself and wondering if he'd just made a terrible mistake, so he was mostly just grateful. He stroked her hair again. "S'okay. You know what I mean by that, yeah?"
She nodded and placed her head on his shoulder again. "Uh huh. It just still hurts. I mean, about me and Scott. Not you. And I wanna find a way to make it stop." Though, Lil knew that that wasn't the answer. "Maybe some distraction will help? You do anything else fun with Remy lately?"
"Well, nothing new, exactly, but he really liked the blindfold thing, and apparently..." Pietro settled in, just talking to her quietly about nothing at all.
She listened, cuddled in close to him, sharing sips of alcohol and stories, until they were both lost in the easy comfort he'd provided.
