There will be attempted suicide at some point. Depressed Peter. cheerful Wade

It started with a dog

Chapter 1

There came a moment in Peter's life when he realized he wouldn't amount to anything. When he realized that he is indeed below average. It was a sad realization and one that he was in denial for a very long time about it. It wasn't only the fact that his grades sucked but it was also because he couldn't keep a friend longer than a year.

You might be scoffing at this point but really if you knew how it feels when you can't trust anyone with anything then you wouldn't scoff. You would understand and give a grimace and nod sympathetically because there's really nothing else to say.

He couldn't tell anyone anything because he knew with time, a short amount of time, they would just leave him.

He tried, don't get him wrong. He has tried so very hard to keep his friends happy. He tried to trust them. But before a year could ever hit they would just stop talking to him for good. He didn't understood most of the time why. It wasn't fair really.

Then he realized that not only will he have a crappy job because he thinks he's utterly useless, he would also never get married. He didn't have a best friend. The only company he could ever have is a pet. And that's not something he wants to go thru considering a pet's lifespan is much shorter than people's.

'But maybe it didn't have to be.' he thought to himself. Peter was a mostly normal person. Or rather he tried to be. He didn't like standing out or anything. Peter made sure to avoid things that would attract any attention, things like tattoos, hair dye, piercings, dramatic clothing. And these are all things that fascinated him.

He could get a dog and then when it dies he could die too. He told himself as if it was a giant wonderful realization. What a stupid suggestion you're probably saying or thinking. He would normally agree because every life is important but sometimes some people would think that there's nothing else to do with your life so what's the point right. Because no matter what we would like to think, not every life is meaningful.

He didn't have money to travel. He doesn't have anyone to talk to. His family either hates him or is dead. His job is being a cashier for a fast food place. And quite honestly he's tired. He's so very tired. He can't keep living like this. He cries most nights because knowing that you could die any moment and no one would notice until the smell reached his neighbor's apartment is the most upsetting fact he has ever had to deal with.

It's decided then. Tomorrow he would look for the perfect dog. And for now he's gonna order pizza.

The next morning he woke up differently. Not really good, but for once it wasn't bad. He silently wished to wake up like this more often.

He checked his smartphone and saw it was 7 am. Way too early for anything to be opened. He picked up his phone and headed for the kitchen. He got out some leftover pizza and put one cold slice on top of a napkin.

He eats his pizza cold, while he searched nearby animal shelters on his phone and planned a route starting with the most closest one.

Here he is, inside yet another animal shelter. Looking at every dog barking their hearts out for attention and it made his heart ache. He just wanted to take each and every one home. His apartment however had a weight limit and a limit of just one pet.

He stared at each one for several minutes, trying to somehow judge the compatibility of the dog with his eyes. When he turned the corner he saw the most sad looking dog. It looked him in the eyes and he could practically see the lifeless look that he himself has. Its fur was shaved short but you could see it had patches of missing fur that seemed to had to be yanked out. Its ears were pointed upwards and it seemed like the dog was mostly blonde.

He crouched down at the cage and slowly waved at the dog.

The dog's ear perked up slightly before it slowly stood up. Limping towards him, the dog then slumped on the floor in front of where Peter was. He managed to wiggle a few fingers thru the wire fence door that kept us apart. He stroked his short fur and skin and sighed happily. It wasn't fluffy soft but it wasn't wiry either. It was a nice feeling.

He got up to look for a worker or volunteer to help him and he looked down at the dog when he heard him whined. He looked at his cage and saw that it had his papers on the front. Peter snatched them quickly and ruffled through them.

It was empty where it says where he came from.

Age about 4, breed is a terrier mix of some kind, shots are all up to date.

His name was Jack.

thanks for reading, i have a few chapter already written down but i gotta go thru them and change the genders and names because it was originally an "Original story" but then decided it would make a nice Peter/Wade fic. message me if i have the pronouns wrong or something :D