summary: peter can’t seem to get enough of her
warning: just one curse word
A/N: hi babies. @petey-verse is amazing and i love her and if u haven’t read her part makes sure you do cause it is amazing!!!! hope u enjoy part 3 babies! mwah!💫✨
peter’s jaded eyes glaze over the meal before him. he’s excited to tour the city of milan, but he isn’t too pleased that he, along with the rest of his noticeably exhausted classmates, had to wake up before dawn to catch the bus before the early morning traffic.
the tired boy slouches in his chair, arms set lazily on the armrests and disorderly curls covering his forehead. he didn’t have the energy to brush them out this morning, thus making a flop of curls sit at the top of his head. peter lifts a hand to tiredly run his fingers through the mocha tendrils, making the curly bangs lift from his forehead for a moment before they flop back messily into his eyes. he lets out a tired sigh.
and if things couldn’t get any more disorienting, the boy had failed to button his floral blue shirt all the way, the top three still undone and exposing his freckled chest.
peter doesn’t make an effort to join ned, betty and mj as they are busy discussing their afternoon plans, trying to see if they have enough time to visit il duomo milan cathedral and the grand galleria vittorio emanuele II. both sounded amazing, but very tiring, which wasn’t going to help peter at the moment.
“non ti piace la tua colazione?(do you not like your breakfast?).”y/n’s eyes are full of somber and peter quickly sits up and holds onto her arm.
“no no, è perfetto, grazie. sono solo un po 'stanco oggi (no no, it’s perfect, thank you. i’m just a bit tired today).” somewhere in the midst of his rushed sentence, his hand slides down from her elbow into her much smaller palm.
y/n furrows her brows as she stares at the sleepy peter. the skin under his eyes are darker than usual and he looks a bit pale.
“dovresti mangiare, per favore (you should eat, please).” she quietly begs. she would hate if he got ill while touring the wonderful city. peter knowingly nods and fills up a freshly washed ceramic bowl with fruit and yogurt. y/n can see how tired he is by the slow blinks and the short breaths that he takes.
“perhaps you should rest during your travel?” she kindly offers. the bus ride is going to be about an hour long, maybe even less since they woke up early enough to beat the morning traffic. but it was better if peter took a quick nap than tiredly drag through the long day.
“will you be coming with us?” peter asks almost desperately. he knew it was a long shot, especially since y/n and her family had to tend to the guests at the hotel. but he hoped...
she lets out a small sigh. “my father won’t allow it” she says, disappointment prominent in her voice. peter nods as he looks away and she can see how hard he is fighting the urge to pout. “ma ti vedrò stasera? al giardino? (but i will see you tonight? at the garden?).” her hand tickles the skin under his chin as she politely lifts it up for him. she does not want peter to have a bad experience just because she cannot tag along. peter deserved to have fun, with or without her.
peter’s lips curve up into a smile and he nods along with her words. “yes, please.” he says, hope lacing in with his voice. y/n smiles with him and runs the back of her hand across his cheek. it was a sweet gesture and it made peter forget that she wasn’t able to attend their trip to milan.
“okay.” her accent sounds like velvet and peter is almost hypnotized by her. she is so enchanting that peter doesn’t realize he’s still sitting at the table with his classmates. and he definitely doesn’t realize that flash is glaring at him and squeezing the handle of the knife he is holding.
“arrivederci,” she says sweetly. her hand slips away from his cheek and y/n allows her fingers to run along his bicep, down this forearm and past his fingertips. and peter is so under her spell that he watches her as she walks out of his line of view, a blush covering his cheeks.
she wanted him to have something to look forward too, again.
duomo di milano is so strikingly beautiful, with its massive stained-glass windows and gigantic pillars and amazing architecture. peter takes pictures of the richly-patterned exterior and he even has a few pictures taken of him and his friends in the background. it was just too beautiful to leave in his memories.
and the interior was just as beautiful, maybe even more so.
the stained-glasses windows were hit by the radiant sun outside, making the pictures appear so beautiful and almost like something you would see in a movie. the almost flower-like pattern decorating the floor was almost like a dream and peter can’t believe he’s actually lucky enough to get to witness such a sight. “i wish y/n was here.” he accidentally says out loud.
the group make their way to the elegantly structured gallery known in milano as “il salotto” to grab a bite to eat. it was dinner time now and they were all famished from their adventure. “thank god, if we didn’t eat soon i would’ve passed out.” ned sighs gratefully. betty pouts her lip and pats ned’s thigh affectionately. peter looks to mj on his right, who was failing to fight off a cringe.
“mind if i sit, parker?” goosebumps immediately appeared at the back of peter’s neck and he turns to his left to see flash towering over him.
“oh-uh, sure.” the boy hadn’t realized just how much flash affected him. just thinking about flash’s torment made peter was to run back to his hotel room.
“so, you and y/n seem to be getting along quite well.” flash was smiling, which was odd, considering that he basically threatened peter’s life last night when he wanted to talk to y/n.
“uh, yeah. i guess just as well as everyone else is.” peter tries to keep it neutral, but flash isn’t buying it.
“i told you to stay away from her”, he warns. peter swallows nervously and grips the left armrest, not doing the same with his right hand in case mj would see.
“i don’t know what you-,” peter tries to find an excuse to save himself.
“cut the shit.”flash says. peter looks around the table to see if anyone had heard what he said. unfortunately, no heads turned his way. “i saw you two at breakfast this morning.” flash is basically growling at peter now and peter doesn’t know what else to do except stare down at the menu, pretending to find it interesting as flash continues his reign of torture.
dinner was just as tense, flash making sure he cut his food as threateningly as possible, mirroring what he would do to peter if he didn’t listen.
“peter!” her voice was full of relief, happy to see him after a long and tiring day working in the dining room and kitchen. it was nice to finally have some time to relax. peter looks around the lobby to search for her and he jumps as y/n’s small arms wrap around peter’s waist from behind. he can feel her let out a satisfied smile and the way her cheeks are turned up as she smiles.
“mi sei mancato (i’ve missed you)”, she whispers, making goosebumps appear along his arms. the boy lets out a sigh filled with relief, he finally gets to be with her again.
y/n loosens her hold just enough to let peter turn around and finally catch a glimpse of her beautiful face. “ciao, bella (hello, beautiful)” peter says smoothly. y/n’s smile is hidden as she giggles into him, cheek pressed against his chest. peter would give anything to hear her laugh like that again. it was so light and free and so wonderful, just like her. and he smiles down at her because she is just amazing, so unlike anyone he has ever met.
“shall we go outside?”. y/n steps away from him and tucks her gorgeous hair behind both of her ears, her cheeks and nose noticeably glowing red.
“yes”. peter smiles at her and she shyly turns from him as she walks towards the garden. peter follows her with a dopey smile on his lips, happy that he was finally able to enjoy his favorite time of day with his favorite person in italy.
“ti è piaciuto milano? (did you enjoy milan?)” her voice was soft and inviting and so full of wonder. it made peter swoon.
“e 'stato stupefacente. vorrei che tu fossi lì. (it was amazing. i wish you were there)” peter whispers the last part but y/n’s ears still pick up the sweet message, it making her feel so appreciated.
she smiles and looks at her lap and tucks the already-placed hair behind both ears again. and peter picked up that this was her nervous habit.
“il ragazzo ti ha infastidito di nuovo? (was that boy bothering you again?)”. y/n rests her hand on his forearm as she waits for his answer. she would hate to hear that his trip was ruined because of some boy.
peter sighs and gives her a fake smile. “non parliamo di questo ora (let’s not talk about that now)”. y/n frowns and is about to push him into telling her what happened but
peter proceeds to take out his phone, opening to his camera roll and showing pictures of him, ned, betty and mj enjoying their day out, hoping it will change the subject. and it seems to work, because she leans forward to get a better look.
“chi è? (who’s this?)”, she asks, pointing at the picture to a happy mj as peter’s arm was around her shoulders. her voice is filled with something close to disappointment and peter lets out a soft laugh.
“solo un'amica. (just a friend)”, he says softly. peter can see that y/n visibly relaxes at his words, biting her lip to hide her smile.
she brings her petite fingers over his phone and swipes to the next screen, revealing a picture of him laughing as the golden sun hits his face. y/n smiles at this and takes the phone from his hands, gently stroking the sides as if she is stroking his face. her smile widens as each moment passes, finding the picture more captivating with each moment. he looks so beautiful in the light and his smile looks so carefree.
“sei molto bello (you are very handsome)”. peter blushes and wipes his sweaty hands on his pants. they’re sweaty now because no one had ever called him handsome before. only may, but it didn’t count.
peter smiles shyly and tucks his phone in his pocket. he reaches behind him and pulls out his soft cover copy of the book that brought them together, it being safely tucked into the back of his jeans.
“posso leggerlo a voi? (may i read it to you?)”, he asks charmingly. y/n smiles and rests the side of her head on his arm, waiting for her favorite private moment to begin.
“amo quando mi leggi (i love when you read to me)”. peter smiles down at her and opens to where they left off, imagining himself in an alternate universe where y/n and him didn’t have to keep their... rendezvous such a secret.
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