Hello! This is my first post on here, so I'm still getting used to the format and the app itself. I'm working on my writing skills, I know this is not the best writing, I'm practicing, so I'd love constructive criticism. To be honest, I don't ship Roman and Peter, I honestly just love the characters and I'd think it'd be fun to write about them. Since I want to expand my writing skills, I decided to do some romance. So anyways, here's the first chapter of Lost In Your Dreams.
Trigger Warnings:
Blood, light violence, and explicit language.
Roman looked out the window in his bedroom, staring at the heavy rain. It was dark and gloomy outside, there was a storm about to start. Anyone who'd go out there would be insane. Roman looked towards the streets and saw what looked like... Peter? He grabbed a shirt, rushing to pull it over his shoulders while running downstairs. He opened the door and jogged over to Peter.
"Peter!" Roman shouted so that Peter could hear him over the rain pouring down around them.
Peter looked up at Roman and stopped walking. He looked like a mess, black circles under his eyes, his face bloodied and bruised, and he was clearly walking with a limp. Peter looked up at Roman and then quickly jerked his head back down, not wanting his friend to see him like that.
"What the fuck happened to you?" Roman spat at Peter. He stepped closer and grabbed Peter's shoulder, pulling him closer to him, so he could look more closely at the wounds.
Peter let out a small grunt when Roman grabbed him. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Roman!" He yelled at Roman. Something clearly had Peter very upset.
Roman groaned in annoyance and grabbed Peter's arm, dragging him inside. Peter was too weak and tired to resist him. He just wanted to curl up in bed and sleep for days on end.
Roman checked around him to make sure that Olivia wasn't around to see the two boys. Roman's mother hated him hanging out with the gypsy, Peter. Obviously Roman didn't give two shits about what his cruel mother thought, so he brought his one friend up to his room and sat him down on his bed.
Roman left the room to go find medical supplies for Peter's wound. While he was gone, Peter looked around Roman's room in astonishment. It was so big, it even had a bathroom in it. Peter always moved around so much, so he never had a bedroom even close to Roman's. But Peter didn't mind, he actually kind of liked moving so much, he was never that fond of fancy material items.
"Take your clothes off." Roman said in a cold tone. Peter was a bit startled at Roman's sudden presence. Then he processed what Roman had just said-
"I'm sorry what?" Peter asked, raising an eyebrow at Roman.
Roman groaned and just rolled his eyes. "Just take your clothes off, I need to patch you up."
"I don't need your h-" Peter started.
"Now. I'm not fighting you on this." Roman said grimly, clearly getting close to snapping.
Peter sighed and stripped down to his boxers, revealing bruises and large scratches scattered across his body.
Roman sighed and started to dab the wounds with rubbing alcohol, trying to be as gentle as he could be. Peter flinched a bit, but started to calm down once Roman started to put Band-Aids on him.
"Damn, you're pretty good at this, do you do it often?" Peter said jokingly, letting out a soft chuckle.
Roman looked up at Peter for a second then quickly went back to putting the last few bandages on. Peter was confused, he was just joking, was Roman hiding something? How many people did he have to bandage up? Peter was confused and concerned, but he let it go, passing it off as Roman just being in one of his moods.
Roman finished and looked at Peter. "Who did this to you?" He asked, his tone sounding angry.
Peter looked up to avoid eye contact with Roman. "I got mugged, it's fine." He said and looked back at his friend.
Roman glared daggers at him. "What else?" He asked coldly.
Peter sighed, knowing that Roman wouldn't stop hounding him if he didn't tell him the whole story.
"I was walking in some sketchy parts of town, I just needed to clear my head. Then it started to rain, so I started to head home. So..." He paused and took a short breath before starting again. "I ran into some guys from school who were smoking and shit. They started to howl and saying stuff about me being a werewolf and a fag and a gypsy freak and all of that dumb shit. I just snapped and punched one of them in the face."
Peter gave a small nervous chuckle before sighing and continuing his story.
"And let's just say, six guys who are on the football team verse one...me doesn't work out in my favor. So they beat the shit out of me and took a pack of cigarettes that was in my pocket, luckily I didn't bring my wallet so that's a plus."
Peter sighed and then gave a weak smile at the man next to him.
Roman looked at him then spoke.
"Sheeiitttt."
Peter grinned back, "Sheeiitttt." He said in response." He put his clothes back on and smiled Roman, who was pacing around the room. Roman stopped and looked at Peter, "You're welcome to stay here tonight, I probably shouldn't drive in the weather...while being slightly drunk. Which I am." He said, smiling.
Peter smiled back at him and gave a small nod. "Sure, thanks." He said and looked up at Roman. Looking into his deep brown eyes.