Disclaimer: I do not own The Mindy Project or Lovely Tonight.
Multi-Chapter fic.
Main Character: Peter.
*If at any point the rating updates to M, the story will be posted on my LJ instead.
A mix of red, yellow, orange, and brown leaves are falling around him. A cool breeze is blowing. He's slumped beneath the old oak at his summer cabin. He's not completely sure why he didn't show up. He takes a sip of the beer in his hand and looks out across the horizon as if scanning it would provide an answer to he didn't fucking show up to his best friend's wedding- to a wedding where he was supposed to be the best man. He just knows he can't go back. If he does, he'll have to explain his absence. And fuck. How the hell is he supposed to do that when he doesn't even know the answer himself.
"Damn, Peter. You really screwed that friendship up by disappearing. Way to go, man. Way to go." He starts to scream out loud, but his voice fades as tears fall. He chugged the rest of the beer and slung the can at the rotting wood fence about ten feet away. He makes his way inside and grabs a cigarette and a second can of beer. For the rest of the day he wallows in a pit of mixed emotions: anger, self pity, regret and more. Peter mentally pictures the point in the wedding their probably at by now, the first damn dance to Lovely Tonight .
I need you to know this won't be broken
And all that we said will not be lost into the dawn
And you would be the last thing I saw coming
I'm still surprised
You are lovely tonight
You, dear, will guide me into the morning light
You are lovely tonight
Lay here beside me - I see the rest of my life with you
"Cheers to Morgan and Tamra." He mumbles, holding his beer up as if giving a toast.
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He's slap drunk by sundown and dialing up an old fame.
"Hey, Ava. What up girl?" He slurs then pauses.
"Hi, Petey." He hears from a giggling voice on the other end of the line.
"You up for a good time?" He asks as coherently as possible.
xxxxTMPxxxx
In the morning, Peter wakes up with a pounding in his head. The sun is beaming down in his eyes, so he shuts them immediately. "Good morning, sleepy head." A rough hand runs through his tousled hair. "I made coffee. " The person speaking to him shuffled over and closed the curtains. "I'll go get you a cup if you wake up." A soft kiss is placed on his forehead and then he hears footsteps going out of the room. He rubs his eyes and reluctantly sits up.
The steaming water from the shower head wakes Peter up a good bit. He relives the night before in his mind, but everything after the phone call is a blur. As he mentally rescans the morning, his brain finally recollects one important piece of information. The voice which spoke to him earlier was deep and husky. How the hell did you get here, Pete?
TBC. Reviews appreciated.