#lostsoul-101

After classes it was another date, and you remembered him mentioning something about Central Park and bikes.

And that’s all it took to make you feel a little nervous.

Bikes were never your thing. When you were younger, you tried to learn. And you’d always come home crying from falling before just finally giving up completely. Balance wasn’t your strong suit, and frankly disliked anything that had to do with balancing on anything.

“Hey, babe!” Peter exclaimed as he made his way over to you while you waited outside of your apartment complex. You couldn’t hide your laughter as you watched your boyfriend bounce right into you from his excitement, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist.

“Hi!” You said through your laughter, your voice vibrating against the fabric of his hoodie.

“You ready for the best date of your life?” Peter questioned teasingly like he does every time. You rolled your eyes and pulled yourself from his grasp.

“Pete, I was born ready.”

From that point on, the two of you intertwined your hands together and started to make the trek to Central Park, chatting about your days.

Eventually, the two of you made it to your destination, still hand in hand as you let Peter guide you to where the date would start.

Your anxiety started to build the second you knew where he was guiding you.

Those bike stands at one end of the park.

“Uh.. Peter?”

“Yeah?”

“Could we.. not bike today, actually?” You questioned innocently, wanting to burrow into your jacket a bit from the question as Peter glanced at you with concern.

“That’s fine with me, baby. Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah I’m fine, it’s just—” you cut yourself off with a sigh, looking down at your shoes. “I can’t ride a bike.”

Peter blinked for a moment as he processed what you just said, his face scrunching up in confusion as some of his hair fell into his face.

“You can’t ride a bike?” He whispered out of shock, moving to stand a bit closer to you as people walked past.

“No,” you whispered back. You felt silly in this instance. “Why are we whispering?”

Peter just seemed to shrug as he eyed you with curiosity. “Do you wanna learn?”

“What?”

“Do you wanna learn? How to ride a bike, that is.”

Now it was your turn to blink up at your boyfriend. You let your free hand brush away the stray curl in his face before shrugging. “If you want to teach me, I guess—”

“Are you sure? You sound a little spooked.” Peter could tell your anxiety was flaring. That’s why he was asking.

You couldn’t help the smile that worked its way onto your face.