"Peter, are you going to actually help me sort this or not?" Carla sighed in annoyance as she arranged the living area.

"Who did most of the work yesterday?" He asked, leaning against the balcony door as he sipped on a coffee.

Carla rolled her eyes, continuing to take things out of their boxes and finding a new place for them to go. Once she'd finished that, she stood up from the floor and walked over to Peter, grabbing his mug and taking a long gulp out of it.

"Do you want me to make you one?" He asked, gesturing to his coffee she was holding.

"Finally offering now, are we?" She raised her eyebrows, a small smile forming onto her lips.

"Why do you seem so stressed," He stood behind her and began to gently massage her shoulders, kissing her head as she sighed in relief. "This is supposed to be exciting."

"I don't know. I just didn't sleep well and then there's so much here we need to sort through."

"One box at a time," He whispered into her hair, continuing to massage her. "Any reason why you couldn't sleep?"

"Just one of those nights," She shrugged, not telling the full truth. "Maybe I couldn't get used to our new surroundings."

"So it's nothing to do with Lucas or Tina?" He stopped massaging her, moving to face her and tilting her head upwards.

"Well, I'd be lying if I said they hadn't entered my mind a few times but they aren't keeping me up at night." She said.

"Good," He smiled. "Because you know I won't let anyone hurt you, hmm?"

"Yeah, I know."

"I was thinking and feel free to tell me if it's a bad idea, but what do you think about a house party?" He questions, hesitantly.

"A house party?" she frowned.

"Yeah. Where you get friends and family together and celebrate your new-..."

"I know what they are, Peter. But why?" She interrupted."

"I just thought...we've been under a massive dark cloud recently and this is our chance to have a fresh start and to make it as positive as possible. So we should celebrate that and have a small party in here. Nothing over the top because I know what you're like." He explained.

"Do you want to know what I think?" She asked.

"Go on."

"I think it's a stupid idea." She said bluntly.

"Oh," His face dropped. "Why?"

"Because look around us, Peter. The place is a tip and I'm shattered. It's just not my type of thing, baby."

"Yeah, I agree," He nodded. "It was a stupid idea. Ignore me."

"Yep," She smirked, turning around to start sorting out the rest of their things. "Right, you can start with the painting whilst I finish this lot."

Peter, feeling partly deflated that his idea had been so quickly shut down, wandered over to the bedroom to start the painting as Carla got her phone out and began texting...

Carla: He hasn't got a clue. It's going ahead. We'll be there at six x

As Peter finished painting the bedroom, Carla made an excuse to get out the flat and left before he could get a word in.

She walked into the pub and smiled at the small gathering at the bar.

"Hey, love." Johnny greeted his daughter from behind the bar.

"Alight?" She smiled, looking around. "Peter hasn't figured out what I'm doing. He'll be here soon."

"So he's working whilst you're here drinking? Sounds about right." Tracy scoffed.

"It's a surprise for him," Carla raised her eyebrows. "Something to show how appreciative I am."

"If you say so." She took a gulp of wine, before finding Steve.

"You should've let us get the celebration decorations out! Make a proper night of it," Jenny cheered. "It isn't too late is it? I can still get them."

"No," Carla grimaced, shaking her head. "I want to keep it low key. We're both knackered so we'll have a few drinks and call it a night."

"Wow, you are getting boring in your old age." Jenny muttered.

"You're older than me." Carla laughed.

"They can't drink anyway, Jen?" Johnny said.

"More for me I guess." Jenny bit her lip, her eyes glinting as she began pouring shots.

"Ah, there he is!" Johnny grinned, watching as a confused Peter walked into the building.

"Hey, baby." Carla went over to him, putting an arm around his neck and kissing him.

"What's going on here? I thought you were too tired for a party?" He asked, bewildered.

"I was messing with you because I'd already planned this and wanted it to be a surprise," She explained. "Did you think I just shut down your idea like a massive bitch?"

"I did think you were being a bit of a bitch." He muttered, getting a playful whack on the arm in return.

"Come here you." She brushed her lips against his.

"Thank you for this, baby." He smiled. "I love it."

"So how is everything now?" Johnny asked his daughter, passing over a lemonade.

"It couldn't be better really," She smiled. "I think me and Peter are communicating so much better now. And the flat is perfect for us."

"You'll have to invite us round sometime and make dinner."

"Me? Make dinner?" Carla raised her eyebrows.

"Did I just hear that correctly? Carla has a higher chance in befriending the queen than making a good meal." Peter interrupted, planting a kiss onto her forehead.

"She can't be that bad surely." Johnny chuckled.

"Did you ever see her cook when we lived here?" Peter asked, watching as Johnny shook his head. "That says it all."

"Takeaway it is." Johnny said.

Meanwhile, Emma continued to pull pints and take orders as a new customer entered the building...

"Oh, Heya." She smiled, warmly. "What can I get you? Tina, is it?"

"Yeah," Tina mumbled. "Bottle of red."

"How many glasses-..."

"Just the one," Tina cut her off, rudely, before looking around. "What's going on here then?"

"Oh, Carla and Peter are having a small party to celebrate moving in. Isn't it sweet? To think they've come so far since last year. She's truly found her Prince Charming!" Emma rambled, as she blushed to herself. Failing to notice Tina's bitter and extremely angry face, who definitely wasn't in the mood to hear that.

"Didn't ask for their life story." Tina snapped, grabbing the bottle and throwing the money at her.

Tina walked off to sit in the corner and quickly began drinking the contents of the bottle, snidely watching Carla and Peter's happiness unfold.

A few hours later, everyone was thoroughly enjoying the party and it was truly a time for new beginnings and putting all the negativity to rest.

"I'm going to call it a night now, parties aren't what they used to be once you become my age." Ken said to Carla, patting her shoulder.

"Oh, I bet you could still end up on top of the tables, Ken." She joked.

"Is that Tina over there?" Adam intervened, gesturing to the other side of the room.

"I can't believe it," Carla shook her head. "How did she get in? Who served her?"

"I'm going to leave before this gets messy. Take care, Carla." Ken excused himself out of the Rovers.

"Oi," Carla called out, gaining the young woman's attention. "Yeah, I am talking to you. What is this?"

"Whats what?" Tina slurred.

"Why have you decided to come here tonight of all nights. As Billy no mates too."

"I used to work here. Back when people gave me a chance," Tina sighed, standing up and squaring up to Carla. "You ruined that."

"What's going on here?" Johnny came over, looking at Tina with distaste.

"When will you realise that you're the only one in the wrong, Tina. You're spineless and jealous."

"Just leave her, love." Johnny said. "She isn't worth it. Who even let her in?"

"Oh, daddy dearest over here. Where were you last time I was on this street? Did you have enough of her too?"

"You what?" Johnny growled.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Jenny swanned over, very tipsily.

"If only you knew, Carla. If only you knew..." Tina taunted, smirking as she finished off her wine.

"You're all mouth." She laughed.

"You wanna bet? How about when-..."

"Hey, are you okay?" Peter kissed Carla's head, frowning at Tina's dishevelled state.

"Go on then, Tina. Finish your sentance." Carla smirked.

"Where've you been then, Peter? I've wanted to see you. You weren't bedding another babysitter, Hmm?"

"Don't be so ridiculous." Johnny piped up.

"How about I take you outside for some fresh air, Tina? I think I could do with some too actually." Jenny smiled.

"No, I want to speak to Peter." She snapped.

"Why don't I take her outside?" Peter suggested.

"Why?" Carla narrowed her eyes.

"To see what she wants," He sighed. "And then I'll get rid of her. She'll only listen to me."

As Tina began walking outside with Peter following, he turned around and blew a kiss to Carla...

"Tina," Peter sighed, entering the smoking area and watching Tina rub her eyes in distress. "What is going on here?"

"Why are we still fighting this? Peter, I think about you as soon as I wake up until the second I go to sleep. It's driving me insane!" She shouted.

"I'm with Carla now." He mumbled, eyes staying to the floor.

"What are you doing to me? I have never felt like this in my life. I'm a mess, Peter." She croaked.

"It shouldn't be like this, Tina. We finished years ago! I only love Carla."

"Rita is disappointed in me, she said I've turned so bitter. And you know what? She's right. Because whenever I see you with her, it makes my blood boil. It feels like someone's grabbed my heart and stamped on it."

"Why did you move back here then? You could've avoided us but you've chosen to come back and make our lives hell!" He snapped.

"I thought I could make you see sense," She sighed. "I got with Lucas to make you jealous. And to be fair, this place brings back a lot of memories."

"What are you on about?" He asked, watching as she sniggered.

"Last time I was here, I put a camera here. I started all of this. So people would think that cow in there was insane. It worked for a bit, didn't it? But it wasn't enough." She slurred, no emotion in her eyes as she stared into Peter's.

"You what? D-did you...make us all believe Carla was ill again?" He stuttered, gob-smacked.

"Yeah. And I'd do it again too." She smirked.

"You're evil," He shook his head in pure anger. "You used to be okay, you know? But to lie about something like this? Do you know everything we went through when Carla was ill? It is not something you lie about!"

"Not my problem," She shrugged. "I'd do anything to make you realise how much better you can do. Especially now she's been ill."

"None of us believed her when she said she was fine. Her word meant nothing..." He mumbled to himself.

"She's fine now, isn't she? It was nothing."

"Nothing?" He yelled. "It almost broke us! I was thinking all sorts, if she had to go back to the psychiatric unit again!"

"What's going on out here?" Lucas asked, walking into the smoking area.

"Oh, what are you doing here?" Peter rolled his eyes, not bothering to look at him.

"I was told that Tina was in a state. And I come out here to you yelling at her. What have you done?" He grabbed Peters shoulder and turned him around.

"What I have done? Why don't you ask your sweet little girlfriend?" Peter shouted, shrugging him off.

"What do you mean?"

"I should rephrase that actually, she won't be your girlfriend much longer. She's made it perfectly clear that she's only with you to try and make me jealous. But I actually wish you all the luck in the world. Because that woman, if you could even call her that, is a vindictive evil cow!"

"Oi! Excuse me." Lucas growled, his eyes full with fury. "If you carry on like this then I'll be calling the police. Do you enjoy screaming at women in public and making them feel this big."

"She is not the victim in all of this," Peter mumbled. "Get away from her now before it's too late."

"I don't know why he's doing this Lucas." Tina cried, walking over to him.

"Is everything okay? You've been out here a while." Carla wandered out, raising her eyebrows at the sight of all three of them.

"Go back inside, love." Peter said.

"No," She narrowed her eyes. "Tell me what's going on."

"I am not going to say anymore," Lucas said, scarily low. "But you don't want to get on the wrong side of me, trust me. Remember that."

"What are you going to do? You don't scare me, Pal." Peter laughed.

As Lucas went to move forward, Tina grabbed him.

"Come on, Lucas. I just want to go home." She piped up.

He gave Peter one last glare, and stared Carla up and down before leaving with Tina.

"What the hell happened?" Carla probed.

"I'm so sorry, baby." He said, tearfully.

"You have nothing to be sorry for." Her face went from confused to concerned, as she went to stroke his cheek.

"I do," He exhaled, "I didn't believe you."

"I don't understand-..."

"Tina did it. Tina put the camera out here and made everyone believe you were ill again." He confessed, watching Carla's face drop; full of hurt.

Hope this is okay! Sorry for the delay, I've had a lot going on but I saw that the fandom has been quite quiet recently (due to the lack of carter in corrie which is VERY annoying) and I really miss updates from other people so thought I'd take one for the team and try to get it running again lmao. Let me know what you think by reviewing or following my twitter @Carlafanx