A/N : Just a silly fic on Neal and Peter's developing relationship or rather not-developing relationship. I don't think its explicit or anything so I rated it T if anyone thinks it should be M please review and let me know. It was meant to be a one-shot but it didn't want to end itself. Its my first fanfic so go easy on me please. Enjoy
Neal's POV
Neal Caffery hated hard choices; he was the guy who would, when faced with a tough choice opt not to choose. He avoided hard decisions: and when faced with one ran in the opposite direction until things caught up with him and he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. There was this one time 6 years back when his brother Brandon told him that Kate would be bad for. Neal had replied with all the conviction of a very young, very naïve man who was deeply in love for only the second time in his life( the first time had been his kindergarten teacher: he'd given her flowers, cornflowers- blue like her eyes) that he loved Kate and nothing anyone said could change that. Brandon let it go for then but he persisted with warning Neal against Kate and Neal went on ignoring him. Then came that one day when Brandon told him that either he broke up with Kate or Brandon would leave. Neal begged, argued, screamed and cried all for no avail; Brandon was immovable on the subject. In the end the entire thing blew up in his face and Brandon left soon followed by Kate. Then he chose- not who to keep but who to chase; he chose Kate; he hasn't talked to Brandon since though he has kept tabs on him through Moz. Now here he is again with a hard choice being thrust upon him. It hasn't blown up in his face yet but it's getting damn close. So he's in the bar dealing with it by getting sloshed - something he's doing with astonishing regularity nowadays. It was getting late and Peter would be coming to pick him up early the next morning so he gets out of the bar and staggers his way to June's. He fumbles with his key for quite sometime but he finally gets in and manages to trip up the stairs. He went and got his last bottle of vodka from its hiding place and started pouring himself shots and proceeded to try to drink himself into oblivion (maybe he would have alcohol poisoning and die without getting to a hospital if he was lucky). He suddenly felt a rush of bile up his throat and finished his last shot quickly before bolting to the bathroom. He pressed his poor, aching head against the cool tiles of the bathroom wall and tried to distract himself from the thought of the impending hangover. So naturally his thoughts wandered back to his Choice. Because you see Neal was in love with Special Agent Peter Burke, but he adored Elizabeth Burke, Peter's wife and he couldn't bear to break her heart that way. So it came down that choice between Elle and Peter and it wasn't a choice he was ready to make. He couldn't talk to anyone about it either Peter and Elle were out for obvious reasons, he couldn't talk to anyone in the Agency (well DUH!) and Moz would blow a blood vessel if he knew that Neal was in love with a 'suit' and Alex had simply disappeared off the face of the Earth a few weeks back. And it was Peter's fault really, he knew all this, not the Neal loves him, but the rest of it about Brandon and his father and Kate. He knew that Neal abhorred hard choices and he still was making him choose. Actually Peter knew everything about Neal, it was so damn HOT! Even given that it was just Peter with his little brilliant, perfectionist job fetish. But then according to Neal everything about Peter is hot – his soft brown hair and the matching hazel eyes, his pink lips that were so utterly kissable especially when they curled up into that sexy grin, his body that was toned and sleek, like a machine kept well-oiled for use, even though it was generally hidden by those horrible suits Peter wore. Then suddenly there was a knock on the door and someone yelled something but he couldn't get up…..the tiles were soooo cool
A/N I think the next chapter is going to be in Peter's pov. 2 reasons for this- (1) Its really hard to get into Neal's head and (2) I've never been drunk so I don't think I'd be able to describe that ya know?
R&R please and tell me if I should give up on writing fanfics all together. Thanks.
