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Earth-65
New York City, New York
Queens Public Library at Central
This is not what Gwen wanted to do today. She wouldn’t say she’s dumb but she’s not intelligent like her best friend Peter Parker. But here they are, in a library, studying. Ugh.
Peter did persuade her and he promised to help her in chemistry and math. Well, she has been falling behind and getting Cs on those two so she needs to get to at least Bs.
But she still prefers to be anywhere else than studying in the library, after all, she got a pretty new dress she wanted to show off to Peter. She may be a tomboy but she also likes to be cute and pretty.
She then went to look at her hand and notice something. Her hands were bigger than Peter's, veiny and masculine with large knuckles and fingertips. She was, undoubtedly, jealous of her best friend's tiny, delicate hands. She never vocalized this, for one, it wasn’t Peter’s fault, and two, she knew Peter wouldn’t like to think of himself as girly.
Peter didn’t have the brawn but he made it up with his brains, and she preferred his brains than for him to be all muscle like those dumb jocks at Midtown High.
They were the same dumb jocks that called her a freak.
Assholes. Especially the cheerleaders.
Even some of the adults can be assholes too. Her Spanish teacher and some of her dad's colleagues.
But fuck them.
She doesn’t care what they say. She has Peter, her dad, and the Parkers.
She then let out a small yelp as Peter instantly put his hand on top of hers.
“Gwen, are you alright?” Peter asked quietly.
“Huh? Oh yeah, sorry.” She replied. “Just thinking of painting my nails.”
“Oh okay, because you furrow your brows for a bit,” He pointed out.
“Just thinking what color to paint them,” She instantly replied.
“Hmmm…” Peter is still not looking convinced. “Fine…”
Gwen just gave him a cute smile.
Peter then gave her hand a small squeeze.
“But if anything is wrong just tell me, okay,” Peter told her with pleading eyes.
Gwen gave him a small smile and squeezed his hand back.
“And right back at you, okay.” Peter nodded.
Both teens looked at each other as their eyes met. They leaned in closer. Hoping to close the gap between their lips. The gap would have closed if Gwen’s phone didn’t buzz.
They both groaned as they leaned away from each other. Gwen took out her phone and looked at who was texting her.
Sorry sweetheart, but I’ve taken another shift on Kingpin’s case, and won’t be home till tonight.
Love, Dad
“Who was it?” Asked Peter.
“Dad, he's going to be home late,” She told him.
“Oh, if he’ll be late then you can stay for dinner,” Peter replied.
“You know I don’t want to intrude.”
“You won’t, Aunt May and Uncle Ben love you. You’re part of the family!” He exclaimed as he held her hands. “Your dad too.”
Gwen’s heart pounded as she heard what Peter said, the dedication to his words from his eyes. She just loves this boy.
Without a second thought, she leaned in and gave Peter a small kiss on his lips.
She leans back and couldn’t help but giggle at Peter’s face. His face was turning bright red, his mouth hung, and she could almost see steam covering his glasses.
“You-Lips-Huh-Did We-?” Peter couldn’t help but stutter.
Gwen kept giggling before standing up.
“Come on, smooth talker, we should head back to your place. I’m sure May will have Dinner ready once we arrive.” She put all her books away.
Peter stuttered a bit more before following her lead.
As they made it outside, they headed back to their neighborhood.
As they walked, Peter manned up and grabbed her hand. He’s been doing that a lot lately. Gwen smiled at him and he returned one. Their hands now entwined, they head back home.
Gwen was wrong earlier.
She was glad to be here instead of anywhere else.
There will be people who harass her, judge her, and try to keep her out of society but if she has good ol’ Peter B. Parker by her side, then she can handle anything.