Just a warning, because I've gotten a few messages about this. This is not a complete story, each chapter is a short that's related to the rest in a way, but this is not a linear story. I was sent a meme on tumblr, and these are the shorts I wrote in response to each question/situation. I might use them to write an actual story at some point, we'll see how it goes. Enjoy!
"I thought you were going to cook a romantic home-cooked meal." Gwen giggled, leaning against the island counter, gazing up at her boyfriend. Peter scowled as he scraped the charred remains of what was once chicken off of the frying pan and into the garbage disposal.
"Hey, at least I tried." He protested under his breath. Gwen laughed, grabbing the phone.
"I'll order take-out."
