Peter looked down at the ground. "Well, um, I... I was raised with two brothers, one of whom became ill and passed away. Because of this my father became abusive, a-and my other brother ran away. I was too scared to do anything, so... I stayed. I still have scars, but, I'd rather not talk about those..."
Peter looked down at the ground. "Well, um, I... I was raised with two brothers, one of whom became ill and passed away. Because of this my father became abusive, a-and my other brother ran away. I was too scared to do anything, so... I stayed. I still have scars, but, I'd rather not talk about those..."
Go in front of an grocery store, and yell: "THE RUSSAINS ARE COMING!"
There you go. c:
Peter stumbled towards a grocery store, looking at the large, lit up sign on the roof. "THE RUSSIANS ARE COMING!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, only to get kicked out of the lot by the angry manager.
Peter's face turned crimson red, the blush spreading to his neck as he bit his lip. "O-Okay." He shyly approached Rose, then leaned forwards and softly kissed her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer. After a few seconds he pulled away and blushed some more, looking at the ground.
Ask and Dare Peter
(ples huggle meh) 
