PETER
”That’s... that’s not what I meant.” Peter argued, standing up on his bed like he could somehow seem more imposing if he did. ”If you were nice, s-someone else might... have candy.” He crossed his arms as well, immediately feeling childish for but sticking to his convictions. ”And I... I haven’t got more since... you stole it last time.” It wasn’t entirely true, but Bea certainly hadn’t left anything him anything good. And he wasn’t about give her anything more. He took a step forward as she upended his things onto the ground, stepping from the slanted bed to the ground. ”I didn’t... don’t hide my stuff in here. Anymore.”
And oh, don’t you wanna love?
And don’t you wanna feel?
I remember, you were reckless, you were hungry
You were real
And don’t you wanna feel?
I remember, you were reckless, you were hungry
You were real
