(Ayyyy I’m in the top 7% of my schoolllll)

Tasha: that’s no way to behave sweetheart, so don’t worry you’re pretty little head. -she placed an awkward hand on Sour and ruffled her hair. She gave an almost unnerving smile and turned her attention back to peter.- so how are you cutie? Peter: ummm...

Tasha: well it’s almost begging me to do so. Look how much it sticks out. Peter: -he blushed and ducked his head- w-who are you here with? Tasha: my new boyfriend. His name’s Matthew.

(Tasha is such an asshat)

Tasha: who me? -she blinked twice and raised an eyebrow. She pat peter on the back and have a sly smile.- I’m just saying hello to an old friend. I see you’re enjoying those brownies big guy.

Peter: -he was enjoying his many brownies happily. He seemed in a much better mood with food. Until someone came up behind him and grabbed a handful of his ass. He yelped and turned around. It was Tasha.-

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(Sure) peter: don’t worry. He’s always like that. He’s a very respectful guy though. -he went over to where the snacks were, to find nobody there yet. He started grabbing pizza and more brownies than he really should have been getting.- (Tasha will come i

Friend Sour. -the sheriff just nodded and went away.-

-a policeman opened the door, craning his neck to see that it was peter, and let them in. There were a lot of people there, socializing over cocktails. Peter looked around to see if there was any food at this joint.- peter: h-Hullo sherif. This is my girl

Peter: -he got into the car and started driving. He wondered who would be there... probably some of his police buddies and their girlfriends. It was odd, he never talked to them outside of work. They arrived and he opened the car door for her.-

It was yours cause Petey asked if sour was ready to go

Sorry yeah let’s continue

Wait about what? About the sugar daddy thing? Cause I think it cut off

Sorry bout what?

The gender neutral version of sugar daddy is glucose guardian) peter: I can’t help but wonder where you got that shirt. -he made a face. Not bothering to button his pants he put on his favorite flannel.- you ready to go?

I can see you just springing out of bed like whomst has woken me

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Tter now after getting that off your chest?

Peter: I knew it. Glad you’ve come to terms with it. The first step is admitting you have a problem. -he tried stiffling a laugh while he said this, picked up his pants, and started his daily struggle with them, trying to put them on- so do you feel bette