The Best Night(Peter Parker)
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It was a typical Friday afternoon. You made your way up the staircase to your final class of the day, English. By far your least favorite class of the day, English was just reading books you have no interest in and answering questions that completely overanalyze the meaning in the details and misconstrue the authorās initial meaning. Itās exhausting, and honestly you preferred science and math. Once you arrived at class, you hurried to your seat, grabbed your binder out of you bag, and pulled your phone out of your hoodies front pocket, shoving your ear buds into your ears that you had left plugged in from the class before. Your teacher was absent all this week, and she assigned a group project. Your group was probably the worst. You ended up doing the entire thing yourself, since itās āuncoolā to care about your grades apparently, but at this point the project was done, so you just had a free period to do math homework, or play Tetris, probably the latter. Lunch, the period before itās due, is always the best time to do math homework, no matter how much you enjoyed it. Though Tetris and math homework seemed like compelling enough tasks, you spent the entire class daydreaming. Daydreaming about Peter Parker. The same Peter Parker that nervously asked you out during lunch on Wednesday. The same Peter Parker that youāve had a crush on since 7th grader, Peter Parker. The same Peter Parker that you have a date with Peter Parker. So when you said it was a typical Friday, it wasnāt. Most of your day was stressing about the low-key trip to the movies that was happening that evening, or time spent lost in thought, dreaming up conversations and scenarios that will defiantly not happen on this date, or ever. āWait, is this even a date?ā you thought to yourself, āWhat if itās just a friend hangout? Would he have been that nervous if it was a friend hangout?ā With every new question, your breath quickened and you could feel yourself beginning to panic, but before you were take too far out of reality, the bell rang. The day was over. It was 2:30. Only 4 more hours until Peter was going to pick you up. You rushed out the classroom door and down the steps to your locker, dropping off your books, and grabbing your coat, before running out the heavy metal doors, pushing through the crowd, to catch your train home.
Once you got back home, you made a mad dash to your room, dropping you backpack on your desk chair, plugging in your phone, and flopping onto your bed, screaming into your pillow. After a few moments of face planting onto some blankets, you took a deep breath and sat up, looking towards your closet. Your gaze was aimless, scanning past every item in your closet at least 100 times, not stopping on any sliver of color. Eventually you stood, with a groan, and made your way to the closet and started flipping through all of your tops. Cute, but casual, was your goal, so you eventually settled on your favorite top with a pair of black skinny jeans and doc martins. You peeked at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair slightly, deciding that you liked the outfit. Before you knew it, it was 6:15. Only 15 more minutes. You zoned out to some music, until you heard a knock at the door. You clicked off the music, ran to the front door. Took a deep breath and pulled it open.
āHi,ā He said, breathless.
āHi,ā You responded with a light laugh.
āSo ummmm, you uhhh, ready to go?ā The boy asked, you could see the nerves in his face.
āOf course,ā You replied confidently. There was something about worry in someone else that gave you confidence. You walked out, closed the apartment door behind you, grabbed Peterās hand, and started to pull him down the hall to the stairs. You turned back to look at him, to make sure he wasnāt uncomfortable, your anxieties started to catch up with you, but when you saw his face, his cheeks were pink, but the smile on his face was so big, there was an adorable crinkles next to his eyes. And his eyes radiated happiness. He was so different than the other guys who tried to take you out. The fuckboys, who wore smirks, and were always armed with backhanded compliments that made you, feel so inadequate and guilty, yet so special. With Peter, it was different; you could tell already, there was no guilt, you were just happy, even though the extent of the date so far was a 10-minute walk to the movie theatre. His hand was so warm as it consumed your hand. You smiled and giggled a little after a few moments of confortable silence. āWhat?ā he asked with a slight laugh.
āItās just,,,ā You hesitated for a moment.
āWhat?ā He urged lightheartedly, but with a mild seriousness behind it. Suddenly the crinkle eyed smile was gone, replaced with a soft understanding gaze, and when he met your eyes, your heart melted.
You took a deep breath, moving your eyes to the ground, āHave you ever imagined something, and never thought, not ever, would it happen?ā You asked.
āYeahā¦ā he trailed off, his eyes joining yours at the ground as you felt his heartbeat quicken.
āThisā¦ā you hesitate once more, āis one of those things,ā you whispered. He heard it, and you could swear his heart stopped, so did yours.
He looked back up to with a smile so bright it could rival 1000 supernovas. You smiled back anxiously, but as soon as you looked into his deep brown eyes, it melted. The wave subsided and returned to the sea. You let out a breath you didnāt realize you were holding, and leaned your head on his shoulder. Once again feeling the boys pulse quicken, but then slowly return back to normal. Eventually you reached the movies, and that was only the beginning.
The whole time you kept averting your gaze from the screen, to Peter. Sometimes you would get lost in your own thoughts and forget you were staring. Then eyes would meet yours and your cheeks would turn pink, but he would only smile with a silent laugh. It was his turn to be confident, you supposed. Eventually your head was on his shoulder, your fingers intertwined with his. After the movie was over, you couldnāt even tell what the plot was, or the main character name, or the name of the movie because you were that distracted. The pair of you walked out of the theatre, hands still connected. āWanna go get ice cream?ā Peter asked.
āSure!ā you turned back and smiled at the boy, continuing the best night of your life.
āAre you serious? Thor is your favorite Avenger?ā He said incredulously, laughing with a huge smile on his face.
āHeās literally a god! Whoās yours?ā You asked, jokingly offended, taking a bite of your ice cream.
āI mean, Iron Man is pretty cool,ā Peter said.
āHe doesnāt even have powers, itās a metal suit, I expected him your favorite to be spider-manā You thought out loud. You noticed Peterās eyes go wide when you said it, but didnāt mention it. ā Well I guess he did give you an internship.ā
āYeah,, uhhā he stuttered, āMr. Stark is pretty cool,ā He laughed it off and the night continued.
Way too soon, you were back at your front door, holding Peterās hand. You were about to say goodnight, but your face started drifting towards his, and his to yours. And before you knew it, your lips were pressed to his, and everything was going so fast yet so slow at the same time. And just as quick as it started it was over. āIāll uhh, call you?, see you Monday?, text you?ā Peter rushed, smiling with red cheeks.
āyeah,ā you replied dazed, but Peter had already disappeared down the steps, and you pushed your door open, shut it quickly, and slid your body down to the floor, an immovable grin plastered to your face.
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