Peter Parker x Y/N (Tom Holland story)

8| Dating

Y/N POV
Now that I was dating Peter Parker, everything had changed.

Peter wasn't exactly the most popular person in school, so things didn't exactly change with the students, but for me everything was so much better.

I was so happy to be with him. We walked to class together, Peter had his hand in my back pocket and my waist was against his as we walked to class.

Once the day was over and I was heading home, Peter stopped me before I walked out of school.

"Hey Y/N, do you maybe want to hang out?" He asked nervously.

Peter wanted to hang out with me I thought.

"Yes" I replied quickly "I mean yes, I want to hang out with you."

He quickly smiled and then asked where I wanted to go.

"I'm not sure, I don't really know many places around here. So why don't you pick." I said

Peter thought about it, but then didn't say anything just told me to follow him.

We were walking for a while until we got to a restaurant.

"Do you want to go here?" Peter asked.

"Yes, but it looks to fancy for us doesn't it?" I said.

"Don't be silly, follow me." Peter said happily.

So I followed him through the doors.

The restaurant was huge, I and never been to a restaurant on a date before, but this was certainly a great first experience.

There was a red carpet underneath our feet and all the tables had small gold candles located in the centre.

"If you would like to follow me, I will get you seated." The waiter said.

We did as he said and followed him through the restaurant.

We stopped at a small circular table next to the window.

"Is this seat ok for you two?" The waiter asked.

"This seat is perfect." I said "thank you."

"Well I never got to take you on a real date, so I hope this is good." Peter exclaimed.

I looked at him happily, the restaurant was perfect I thought.
"It's perfect." I said.

We sat for a while at our table and picked up the menu to begin reading the options of food they had.

"What are you going to order." Peter asked me.

I looked once again at the menu to see what my options were.

"I'm not quite sure yet. What about you?" I asked.

Peter looked down at the menu.
"I was thinking maybe the pasta." He replied.

"That's a good idea, I'll order the same." I said

The waiter was now at our table and asked us what we wanted to order.

"Would you like to order?" The waiter asked us.

"Yes thank you." Peter said. "Could we both please get the Italian pasta." Peter asked.

The waiter took our order and then our menus from the table.