peter:
i love bread
i really do love bread
white bread
whole wheat
nat:
is he ok???
Mr Grammar:
Kid you ok???
peter:
flat bread
corn bread
brioche
nat:
how many is he going to list???
Mr Grammar:
Until he runs out of bread types
lets just wait it out
peter:
baguettes
bread sticks
focaccia
rye
sour dough
banana bread
carrot cake
dang it
that's not bread
nat:
IT'S OVER!!!!!
Mr Grammar:
hold up
He could still continue
peter:
it's just
bread is great
Mr Grammar:
Called it
peter:
bread has always been there for me
it never judges
never asks questions
it doesn't assign homework
it truly understands
nat:
is he high??
kids are you on drugs?
Mr Grammar:
Nah he wouldn't do something like that
right kid?
peter:
well...
nat:
oh no
that doesn't sound promising
peter:
i didn't do drugs
but i have pulled 2 all nighters in a row
Mr Grammar:
Oh god
peter:
and I may have drank like 2 energy drinks
YOU ARE READING
sorry wrong number
Fanfictionthe cliche story where peter accidentally texts the wrong number, and the wrong number happens to be iron man, obviously. and all hell breaks loose. I do not own marvel, surprise surprise.