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After an hour or two, your feet were aching from the freakishly uncomfortable high heels you wore. Your skin felt irritated from a blister.
You noticed Peter was feeling the same way—not about the shoes of course, but exhaustion from being there for hours. The two of you were beginning to feel restless. It was time to go home.
Still, you had no intention of complaining to Peter. Luckily, you didn't have to. He offered to call his aunt to pick the both of you up, so you gladly accepted.
About ten minutes had passed, and Peter brushed his fingers against yours. "She's outside."
You gave him a small smile as a way of thanking him, and you looped your arm around his in the same way as you had done earlier.
Saying goodbye to your friends, you headed out with Peter. The loud music began to fade the farther you walked. Once you spotted May's car, you shyly took your arm away from his, so she wouldn't see. For a moment, you thought you saw a look of disappointment creep onto his face, but perhaps you misread his expression.
Sitting in the backseat, you could see May smile brightly at you from the rear view mirror. You grinned in return.
She began to drive. "How was it, guys?"
You bit your lip, trying to hide a wide smile. "It was really fun," you admitted—hoping the words didn't come out a bit too sweet.
"I'm glad!" she eyed Peter from the mirror, but he didn't seem to notice. His attention was drawn to the window, as if it were the most interesting thing in the world right now.
You laid your hand on his, and he immediately turned away from the window because of the sudden contact. You gingerly rubbed your thumb against his knuckles.
"You okay, Pete?" your voice came out barely as a whisper, so May wouldn't be able to make any of it out.
His eyes were more round now—like a puppy getting adopted for the first time. The streetlights from outside quickly ran across his bright eyes. He was staring at you. His eyes darted to your left eye, then the right, and then the left again. What was he doing?
Once Peter noticed he hadn't said anything for a couple of seconds, he blinked as if snapping himself out of a trance. A trance that you had put him in. He had gotten caught up in the moment.
Your attention was on him, and suddenly, he felt a little bit insecure. How did you fall for him? For Peter Parker, and not Spider-Man? He didn't think he would ever be able to comprehend it.
"I-I..." he said while licking his lips. "Yeah."
You cocked an eyebrow. "Peter?"
Heat rose up to his face. "S-Sorry... I was just thinking."
Deciding to have a little fun, you smirked. "Thinking about what?" you asked, keeping your voice low and quiet. "You were staring at me just now."
Peter's face reddened even more, and your mission was accomplished. He was just so damn cute. How could you not tease him?
"I'm joking," you laughed. "You're so cute, Pete, you know that?"
Trying to ignore what had just slipped out, you turned your head away.
"W-What?" he choked out, still flustered.
"Nothing," you giggled.
The car stopped. "Alright," May began. "We're here, kiddos."
As you walked up the flight of stairs, May stopped for a moment. "Y/N. Do you want to stay over our place for a little bit? I have cookies and hot cocoa. Oh, wait, you probably need to get back to your parents, right?"
You shook your head. "Actually, no... my parents are out this weekend because of their anniversary. It's just me and my brother. I'd love to stay, if that's alright."
She beamed and unlocked the door. "Of course it is! Come, dear."
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Taking off those terribly painful heels was a massive relief. The three of you sat on the couch, which surrounded the small coffee table. You eagerly ate some chocolate chip cookies.
The room felt warmer than usual. Not in terms of temperature, but in a different way. Your heart felt warm, and the couch was extremely comfortable. The soft rug felt like a marshmallow under your feet.
It felt like home.
You were careful not to spit out the hot chocolate all over the place, because of May's hilarious stories. They were mostly embarrassing stories of Peter, so he covered his blushing face as if he wanted to disappear.
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After a while, your eyes were beginning to feel heavy. The thought of crashing on your bed sounded amazing right about now. May noticed your sleepy expression.
"Hey, Peter, why don't you go walk Y/N to her apartment?" she asked.
"Sure," he said, resting his mug on the dark wooden table.
You slipped your heels onto your feet and grabbed your small bag. Saying goodbye to May with a hug, she winked as you walked out the door. Closing it behind him, Peter followed you upstairs.
Hesitating for a moment, you stared at the door.
"Are you alright, Y/N?"
You turned around and smirked. "Yeah. Just thinking."
He playfully rolled his eyes as he remembered the embarrassing incident in the car. "I was thinking, okay! You just looked really pretty and I got distracted."
Hearing his words made your heart thump quicker. He was staring at me because I looked pretty?
Ignoring the warmth on your cheeks, you grabbed his hand. "I get distracted by you, too."
Peter's eyes widened slightly. He could hardly believe what you were saying. Personally, he didn't think he was the best looking guy at school.
"You think I'm..."
"Yes, Peter," you interrupted with a shy giggle. "I think you're very cute." Leaning forward, you pressed your lips on his cheek softly.
Completely frozen, he rubbed the area of skin that you had just kissed. It tingled anxiously.
Suddenly, a feeling of desire was beginning to come over you. His lips didn't look so kissable just a second ago, did they? You glanced back up at his big eyes, praying he hadn't noticed you staring at his mouth.
As if thinking the exact same thing, his eyes darted to your lips now, too. Slowly, he got closer to you. His face was merely an inch apart from yours, and when he kissed you, it felt stronger than before.
The first kiss hadn't had that much confidence involved, but this one did. Knowing it felt just right, his passion and love seeped into it.
When you both pulled away, a small gasp escaped from you. You didn't know how amazing it would feel to do it a second time.
"Goodnight, Pete..."
That was all you were able to say. Your brain couldn't even process what your heart was currently feeling, so not many words came out.
After you shyly closed the door, Peter stared at the moon. He thought about you. He thought about how he had never felt this way towards anyone before. He thought about the possibility of having a wonderful future with you, because he couldn't imagine it without you.
You had to be in it. If you felt the same feeling he felt—which you did—then you would be in it. You would have a future with Peter Parker.
And you did.
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