Illuminate - Peter Parker
Teenagers scattered the school as the sound of small talk between them and feet scurrying across the dirty floor filled the hallways. It was the transition between the seconded to last period of the day and the final block.
Final block was always your favorite because you got to spend time with Peter. He helped you with your homework, studying, and anything that you were currently struggling with in school. You walked at a somewhat fast place to where Peter’s face was being blocked by his locker. You smiled to yourself and held your binder a little tighter in your arms as you stepped around him to see the angelic features on his face.
He was occupied with shoving his books into his locker to notice you there until you cleared your throat and raised your eyebrows at him.
“(y/n)!” he says, his whole face lighting up.
He leans into you to place his lips on yours for too little of time, in your opinion, before finishing putting away his books from the previous period.
You two start to walk to study hall to finish off the school day, talking about the insane amount of homework assigned by your Algebra teacher and about school in general.
Peter sat down at a table towards the back wall of the library, you following behind him. Placing your books and binders down on the circular wooden table and taking out your pencils and pens, you started on your homework. You caught Peter gazing at you with his chin resting on his palm and a dreamy look in his eyes.
You slowly look up from your work and gave him a soft smile, “Yes?”
“How did I mange to get you?” he asked, almost seeming in a trance.
“I ask myself that question everyday.” you laugh, obviously joking with him. When you didn’t hear the beautiful sound of his laughter you frowned slightly.
“I don’t think I’ll ever really find an answer for that question.” he speaks more to himself than to you.
Your cheeks were burning and now a color similar to the color cherries. Sure, he’s given you compliments before and made you blush, but the way his words rolled off his tongue made you swoon. Pushing you weight over the table to press your lips to his, passionately, and to get him to blink for the first time in a few minutes.
“You’re the light of my life.” you whisper against his lips to then smile against them.