Letter: Q

Word: Quiet

Author's Note: suggested by one of my lovely reviewers!

"Gwen?"

Silence.

"Gwen."

Nothing.

"Gweeen!"

Nada.

"Come on Gwen," Peter coaxed, playing with the ends of his girlfriend's long blonde hair. She jerked away, and he sighed. "Please talk to me. I'm sorry, I said it a thousand times already. ...Please?"

She tightened her already crossed arms, not sparing him a glance.

Pulling his legs up on the couch, Peter slumped forward and rested his head on her back, which he had turned toward him. "Just say something."

"No," she grunted.

The corners of his mouth turned up in a delicate smile. Even the one word was progress. When Peter had let himself in to her apartment two hours earlier, she'd gone into her room and locked the door. There was evidence of mass consumption of ice cream in the kitchen, and Peter knew he had done something wrong. He had to spend a half hour outside her door, pleading to know what was wrong. When he went into the kitchen to find more ice cream to bribe her with, he'd seen her calendar. He'd forgotten their two year dating anniversary, and the date that was supposed to go with it.

"I love you. I'm sorry. Really reaaally, I am," he insisted, exaggerating each word. "I'll make it up to you somehow, I promise."

He had only gotten her out after addressing what he had done wrong, and promising her a half freezer burnt drumstick he had found. Even then, she'd given him the silent treatment.

"Don't," was her one word response.

He was confused, sitting up and trying to get a look at her face. "But, I- I screwed up, Gwen, I'm gonna fix it."

She was silent again, and he fell back into the couch. He just couldn't stand the quiet anymore! Peter leaped to his feet and grabbed her shoulders gently, but tightly enough that she couldn't turn away from him. He had hoped that inspiration would strike him into a meaningful speech, but he could only stare at her dumbly. There were tears gathering in his eyes. He couldn't handle her being mad.

"Don't give me that look." Gwen's voice cracked, and she reached up to wipe a tear off his cheekbone. "I forgive you, I'm sorry to be a butt about it."

Peter didn't do anything but full-on kiss her on the lips. "Please- please don't- be mad," he murmured in between light, teasing kisses.

She laughed and put her hands on his face. There was hardly any evidence of her anger left. "But I bet you won't forget next year."

He didn't speak as his jaw dropped.

A/N sorry about the crap ending. If you didn't understand, Gwen just played him. For two hours. To teach him a lesson. That girl has drive.

Thanks you guys for all the suggestions and reviews. Even though I'm the worst updater ever, ya'll stick with me :) (but now I don't have anything to use for the next letter, R! PLEASE SEND ME SUGGESTIONS TT-TT)