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If Peter Parker knew you had seen him in his red and blue Spider-Man outfit, he would freak out. Every night, he’d crawl alongside the apartment building next to your own. This had been happening for a few weeks and you hadn’t told anyone, not that you would. Peter, however, obviously wasn’t as secretive as he thought.
You heard the sound of trash cans being knocked over and rolled your eyes. You only had a small table lamp on, so Peter wouldn’t see you. He was incredibly funny to watch sometimes.
You quietly opened your window, watching the boy almost fall from the brick wall. You shook your head at him. He climbed to his window, pushing it open when you decided to say something to him:
“Hey, neighbor!” you exclaimed, just loud enough for him to hear you.
You laughed when Peter froze. He slowly turned to you. You waved. Suddenly, a web attached to your building and Peter was in front of you. You immediately stepped away and he crawled inside your window. He ripped off his mask.
“How long have you known?” he asked, throwing the mask onto your bed.
“About a month,” you shrugged. “You’re not as quiet as you think. You’ve knocked the trash cans over three times this week.”
Peter gaped at you, placing his hands in his hair. He sighed, “You haven’t told anyone, have you?”
You scoffed, “Of course not! Why would–?”
You stopped talking when you heard footsteps approaching your room. You and Peter froze. You ran to your door, placing one hand on the doorknob.
“(YOUR NAME), are you still awake?”
There was a quiet sound behind you. When you turned, Peter was on the ceiling. You turned away as your eyes widened: “Yeah, I was working on a paper when… I saw a spider.”
“Alright then. Goodnight.”
You turned around to find Peter upside down, directly in front of you. You jumped, placing a hand on your chest.
“Don’t do that, Peter!” you glared.
He smirked at you, flipping from the ceiling: “Thanks for not telling anyone. I guess I should be more careful.”
“Yeah, probably,” you smirked.
“Would you like to, you know, have lunch with me tomorrow?” he asked.
“Sure, Peter,” you nodded, “I’d like that.”
He returned your smile, glancing down at his feet. He slowly stepped away from you. You let out a quiet laugh when he accidentally tripped over your backpack. He smiled again, moving to sit in your window. He looked at you one last time before swinging to his own window.
You smiled, closing your window and curtains. You then noticed Peter’s mask on your bed. You placed it under your pillow, turned off your lamp, and climbed under your blankets.
“I’m eating lunch with Spider-Man tomorrow.”