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"No, Ned, that's not true!" Peter exclaimed, his voice semi-shaky.
"Peter, we both know it's true. You like her, you don't have to deny it dude. I’ve seen how you act around her.” Ned stated, matter of factly, glancing up from his homework at
a flushed Peter.
"You're blushing Peter, you obviously like her.”
"I- I don't-"
"Peter.”
"Okay! Fine!" Peter threw his hands in the air in defeat, then sighed. “Why does it matter if you already know?”
“I just want to hear you say it, to be completely honest.”
"I like her, okay Ned? I really really like her." Peter sighs dreamily, his heart fluttering at the mere thought of her.
“God Peter, you’re in deeper than I thought. I can just tell by your voice.”
“Oh Ned, if only you knew how in love I really was.” He replies nonchalantly, continuing to work on his homework.
“Wait, Peter,” Ned drops his pencil, then looks at Peter with a face of awe. “Did you just say you were in love with her?
“I-Oh my god- Ned, no, it's not, I didn’t mean- Ned please stop laughing,” Peter's words fall out of his mouth in a big mess, as he realizes what he said. Ned continues
to laugh at Peter's denial.
“Oh my god.” Peters head falls into his hands as he tries to hide his embarrassment from Ned. The only thing running through Peter’s head is her, and her beautiful smile. Her wonderful eyes, and the voice that sounded like silk. It wasn’t helping him, making his face turn brighter. A chuckle from Ned brings Peter back to the real world, and he looks at
Ned.
“Holy crap, Peter your face is SO red!” Ned howls with laughter, then coughs.
“Ned please, you aren’t helping!” Peter cries, his voice higher than usual.
“Okay, okay. Sorry bro.” Ned lets out one more small chuckle, then turns back to his homework. The rooms silent, and it’s awkward.
“Hey Ned,” Peters quiet voice breaks the silence and Ned almost jumps.
“Yeah?”
“Please don't tell anyone.” Peter pleads, looking at Ned with big eyes.
“Who would I tell?”
“I-I don't know. I ju-”
“It's okay, I'm not gonna tell. Besides,” A smirk is working its way onto Ned's face as he continues to speak. “You two would be a cute couple.” Ned winks as Peter
lets out a small, distressed yelp.
“Ned!” Peter's face is red once again, and Ned snickers.
“Do you really think so?” Peter adds quietly, his voice soft and barely audible.
“Peter. I really do think so.” Ned replies, setting his pencil down.
“You're lying.”
“Jesus- My god Peter! Do you want me to lie?” Ned exclaims, obviously annoyed.
“I- No… but Ned, she's SO out of my league.”
“So? Peter, you never know, she could like you.” Ned grabs his phone and checks the time. “Well Peter, I gotta go,” Neds packing his stuff into his bag then looks to Peter.
“Thanks for having me over.”
“Yeah… No problem.” Peter snaps out of his thoughts, and looks at Ned as he exits the room.
“See you tomorrow, Peter.” Ned calls as he leaves the apartment.
“See you tomorrow.” Peter calls about a minute later, then throws his face into his hands.
His thoughts were running, and all they were was what Ned said and her. Peter ran his hands through his hair, then looked out his window. God, how can anyone be so pathetic? I can’t even talk to her without becoming an absolute mess, or even look at her without thinking about kissing her? She probably thinks I’m a nerd. Man, she might even hate me! He thought, feeling like an absolute idiot. He groaned as he looked at his reflection in the window. He let his thoughts roam free for quite some time, until he felt his eyes growing heavy, his eyelids drooping. His mouth opened and he let out a long yawn, then fell back in his chair. He looked over to his bed and stood up slowly. He threw himself under his blankets
Beep. Beep. Beep. Peter’s alarmed blared, signaling that it was time for him to get up. He slowly sat up, running a hand through his messy brown locks. He yawned, then went to stand up. Once he was on his feet, he shuffled to his closet, then pulled out his blue Midtown High sweater. It was a simple sweater, just a plain blue with Midtown’s logo and the founded year. It was quite warm too, and Peter could have snuggled into it. He pulled it over his head, then grabbed a clean pair of jeans and stuffed his legs into them.
Peter was definitely not ready for school. As he packed his bag with his assignments, he kept yawning. It was impossible for him to do something without a yawn somewheres. May was already off to work, which left Peter on his own for getting to school. Although he never drank coffee, it was one of the mornings he needed to. He already felt like he could lay down and fall asleep right away. Once he started the brew, he got to work on pulling together eggs.
He cracked the side of the egg on the counter, then poured the contents into a pan. He watched as the whites of the egg sizzled on contact with the heat, then yawned again. He cursed himself under his breath for staying up so late. Taking one last look at his egg, he grabbed out the bread and pulled himself out two slices, then tossed them into the toaster. He checked on his egg, then quickly poured out his coffee. Adding his sugar and creamer, he sat waiting for his egg to finish cooking, and the toast to pop up.
Taking a small sip of his coffee, he crossed the kitchen to flip his egg onto a plate and poured a small amount of salt onto it. The second the toast popped up, he grabbed it and put it onto his plate. He quickly scarfed down his food then brushed his hair and teeth, grabbed his bag and left the house. His walk to the subway was no longer than 10-15 minutes top. The ride wasn’t more than 20 minutes, and the rest of the way to school was about 8 minutes. Knowing this, Peter left earlier, in hopes to catch the girl he had not just had a crush on, but was honestly in love with her even though he never muttered a word to her.
Peter knew that he probably wouldn't be able to talk her. Everytime he got close to doing so, he always chickened out and did something embarrassing. Even though he knew this, he still had hope that he might just be able to mutter out a simple ‘hi’. He ran through ideas in his head and what he would say when he saw her. It all seemed perfect until he got into the doors of Midtown.
She was standing right there, her hair looking soft and smooth, and oh so pretty. Just looking at her hair made Peter want to run his hands through it. He shook his head slightly, sighing to himself at how quickly he thought about doing something with her. He stood still for a second, then he began to walk over to her. Right as he began to move, she turned around, made eye contact and as swiftly as a gazelle, she bounded to him.
A bright smile was on her face as she stood in front of him. Against her, Peter felt small. Peter was definitely not tall ranging, around 5’8”. But oh man was she tall. She has to be at least 5’10. Peter thought as he looked up at her.
“Hey! You’re Peter right?” She asked, her voice soft and silky.
“Y-Yeah…” Peter blushed as she reached her hand out for him. He slowly extended his arm and shook her hand. Her hand was soft and smooth, and just the right amount of warmth. Peter found himself blushing once again.
“Well, Peter, I was wondering if sometime you’d like to hang out?” She asked and Peter’s eyes widened. The butterflies in his stomach began to flutter faster than he had ever felt before.
“I- Yeah, I would uh, love to hang out with you. Yeah.” He struggled out his words, and she just grinned at him. He thought he noticed a small tint of pink running through her cheeks, but he just shrugged it off. She went to turn around, then Peter quickly grabbed her hand.
“I- Sorry for uh, grabbing your hand, but, uh, if we’re gonna hang out, couldigetyournumber?” He tripped and stumbled over his words, making a fool out of himself. She giggled, then smiled at him.
“I can’t believe I’d forgotten! Of course!” She grabbed a pen and a small pad of paper out of her bag, then wrote her number down and handed it to Peter. Her grin stretched from ear to ear, and Peter swore he saw a tint on her cheeks. When his hand reached up to grab it, his fingers brushed against hers and his face felt hotter than before. Once he had the paper in his hand, he gave her the best smile he could with his embarrassed state, and she simply just showed a smile that pulled on his heartstrings, then she returned to her friends. Maybe he did have a chance with her...