Pete DiNunzio

You and Pete were dating. You both met because Bill, like some short of miracle, let you in his little Eltingville Club. A place to talk about comics, games, or anything. While the place wasn't the best, being his room in his Mom's basement, it was a 'safe space' to talk about games and likes.

As months went by, you and Pete got along pretty well.

He liked having you around and, when you two were alone, he wasn't rude or anything like that. Well, more soft than he let himself be.

Soon, you both started dating.

And one particularly cold day, you were going to Pete's house but passed to Bill's house to grab some stuff you forgot, but dumb of you, didn't have a jacket to the cold!

So, Bill let you borrow one of his sacred jackets or hoodie (somehow).

As you arrived to Pete's house, which thankfully was alone, just with Pete, you walked inside with him to his room.

"That ain't mine. Who gave you dat?" He said, jealously starting to burst in through him.