die for you ➪ p. parker

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚘

𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚜
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I was awoken by my sister Hazel pounding noisily on my door.  She didn't have a school to go to yet so she didn't need to get ready for anything.  Unfortunately for me, she took that free time and used it to bicker her lovely older sister.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up!" She exclaimed, pushing the door open and pouncing onto my bed.  I groaned and got up, lightly pushing the stop button on my alarm clock.  No broken alarm clock cliché's here.

"I'm up, I'm up, I'm up!" I mocked, sliding out of bed and making my way to the small closet on the other side of the room. 

"You get to go to school and see your booyyyfriend." Hazel said in a sing-song voice.

Yeah, I forgot to mention that one teeny-tiny little tidbit of information. Hazel has been obsessing over this for months. She's convinced I'm dating the boy next door. 

"I don't have a boyfriend, Haze, and you know that." I said, spinning around and lifting her with ease. She raised her eyebrows at me and I did the same to her before dropping her outside my door and locking it.

I went back to my closet and pulled out some casual clothes to get dressed in, tossing my pajamas on my unmade bed.

I pulled my short hair into two low pigtails and quickly left my room.

Hazel was now sitting in the kitchen with my mom shoving spoonfuls of Rice Krispys in her mouth.

"Morning, Sunshine." Mom greeted, pouring herself a cup of coffee and taking a seat beside Hazel.

"Morning, Mom." I walked over to the fridge and pulled out the half-full carton of Orange Juice.

"You better hurry, May said Peter already left."

Peter Parker, my neighbour.  We weren't friends, we'd never been friends.  When we moved in, Mom and his Aunt May clicked immediately and became besties leaving me and Peter in a forced 'not friendship'.  I don't know what I would've called our relationship.  We weren't close but we weren't enemies.

Sometimes if we left at the same time we walked to school together but ever since—well I'm not actually sure when, Peter started leaving earlier.  Since then we've sort of been frenemies.

"I don't care, Peter can do what he wants." I grumbled, mood slightly ruined. 

After quickly chugging my orange juice and grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl, I could finally leave for school.

I plugged my headphones into my ears and shoved my phone in my pocket.  The music was quiet, just background music, but it always made me feel like I was in a movie of some sort.  Not that I wanted to be in a movie because the only movies I'd be starred in would be those high school romances and I never found those realistic.  Popular kid falls for the nerd, everyone's surprised, they get married and live happily ever after with three kids and a modern house in the suburbs. 

See, that could never happen to me.  In my situation, I'm the dork and all of the popular kids at my school are absolute douchebags, in my eyes that is.