Peter. Peter Parker.

Chapter 12: I Love You

Y/N's POV:

Who forgets their clothes when they go to the shower?

I went into Peter's room. It was pretty much the same as the first time I was here. Bed in the middle of the room, a dresser, a desk. A very messy desk with... what was that? Blueprints? But for what? I didn't get any closer because I didn't want to invade Peter's privacy, however; it did leave me with some questions.

Ah, quit looking. That's private! How would you feel if he went into your room and went through your things? Ha, that'd be something.

I grabbed a shirt from his closet and some pants from his drawer. I hesitated to open the top drawer though.

Oh for Pete's (haha) sake just grab the stupid underwear.

I headed back out of the room but took just one more look at the blueprints. It was too tempting.

Is that a...spider?

"Y/N? Did you find my clothes?"

Crap.

"Yeah Peter I'm uh, I'm coming. Sorry."

I knocked on the bathroom door before I cracked the door a little and went to go drop the clothes on the ground.

"Here Peter I'll just leave them on the ground."

"Ok yeah just leave them next to the shower and could you pass me a towel?"

"Dang Parker, can you do anything for yourself?" I joked.

"Haha very funny. Nevermind, I'll just get it."

He appeared behind the curtain, water dripping down his body and hair sticking to his face. I forgot everything for a split second.

Whoa. Peter was ripped!

It just so happened that in that split second that Peter went to grab the towel that I had in my hands and being the complete idiot that I am, I dropped the towel and when he went to pick it up well, he lost the shower curtain.

"Oh god, Peter!" I turned around as fast as I could.

Peter's POV:

"Oh my God. Shit ah, shit my bad um... yeah turn around I'm just going to uh...

Oh my God

I quickly wrapped the towel around my waist and cleared my throat to let Y/N know it was ok to turn around.

Y/N's POV:

He cleared his throat so I guess it was ok to turn around...

Whoa

I thought I had a view before but this... this was something.

Peter wasn't just ripped, he was JACKED! Biceps for days and a full six-pack that didn't seem to end. It made me wonder what it looked like underneath that towel...

Oh no. Nope nope nope. Get it together Y/N you cannot think about that.

Peter's POV:

She was staring. Was that a good thing? A bad thing?

Oh, god, why does she keep staring? Do I look ok? Do I have something on my face?

Y/N's POV:

He totally knew I was staring.

"Ok, well um *clears throat* I am just going to go... open my notes and... read them. Just come out when you are... decent."

I took one last look before I practically ran out of the bathroom.

What. Is. Wrong. With. Me?

Peter's POV:

Y/N was sitting at the dining room table staring at her phone. I couldn't tell what it was but she was lost in it. She hardly even noticed me when I sat down.

"So, did you ever call your Dad?"

"Huh? What? Oh um no, he's probably still at work."

"Oh yeah, what does your Dad do?"

"Oh he um... you know he..."

Was she ok? Was she ashamed of her Dad's job or something?

"Forget I asked."

She looked relieved.

"Can I get you anything? Water, Apple Juice, um... water?"

Anything to get out of that awkward situation.

"Water would be great. Thanks Peter."

Something in the way she would say my name...

"Here is one glass of water for you. And one glass of apple juice for me. So, notes?"

"Um yeah yeah, notes."

We studied for a little while until Aunt May came home. She microwaved some hot pockets for us because she "forgot to buy real food" again. We ate and talked for a little while until Y/N said it was getting pretty late and that she should head home.

"Let me walk you home." I jumped up and asked.

"Oh no, it's ok. I live close and it won't take me long."

Aunt May butted in, "Absolutely not! You can't walk home by yourself. At least let Peter walk you to your street."

After a little more convincing and a promise of a hot pocket for the walk back, Y/N agreed. We got outside and I realized that Y/N didn't have any kind of jacket and it was unseasonably cold.

"Here Y/N take my hoodie."

I immediately threw off my hoodie and gave it to her which she most graciously took.

"Thank you," she said through chattering teeth.

"Tis a pleasure ma'am."

She laughed.

A few minutes when by when Y/N stopped and started to take off my hoodie.

"Hey what, what are you doing."

"This is my street."

"Oh, right. Well, hey, keep the sweatshirt. It's a little small for me."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course. Keep it."

"Thanks Peter."

She started to walk off but I couldn't leave things the way they were. Not like this.

"Hey Y/N about earlier, um, I'm hoping that it won't be weird between us cause you saw um... well, what exactly did you see?"

"Oh, Peter no I uh... I didn't see anything."

Thank god.

"Although you do have a pretty cute butt."

"What? I thought you said you didn't see anything."

"I guess you'll never know." She winked.

She walked up to me, stood up on her toes, grabbed my cheek with one hand, and kissed the other. I know my face immediately turned a dark shade of red. It was a good thing it was dark outside.

"Goodnight Peter," she smiled. "I'll see you at school tomorrow."

Ugh, that smile.

"Goodnight Y/N."

She walked off, still smiling. As was I.

"I love you," I whispered.