𝐴𝐿𝐼𝐾𝐸 - Peter Parker

31.

Peter's POV

My attention was caught by a knock on the door, while me and May were causally watching TV. "That's Rue, I'll get it," I remarked as I got up from the couch and headed for the door. I already had a tiny smile on my face just thinking about her, but when I opened the door she didn't look nearly as happy as I did. Our whole relationship scanned through my mind, to check if I had done something wrong, but nothing came to mind. "What's wrong?" Just as I asked that, I noticed the red color filled on her cheek. "What happened to your cheek?" I asked now even more worried than before. 

"I'll tell you about it," she uttered as she grabbed my hand and started pulling me through the apartment. I let her do it, until we came into my room and she closed the door. "I can't go back home," she then said and let a bag she had brought, slip down her shoulder and onto the floor.

"W-What do you mean?" I asked confused. She frustratedly sat down on the edge of my new bed and put her hands through her hair. 

"My mom did it," she mumbled without looking up. I sat down next to her. 

"Did what?" she shot up from the bed right after I had said it. 

"This Peter!" she pointed to her red cheek angrily. "I-... sorry I didn't mean to yell at you. I'm just so tired and I just saw a homeless family out on the street, I'm sweating, my hair is all greasy and gross..." she looked really confused and hopeless, as she looked around in the room blinking rapidly, probably to stop herself from crying. 

"Hey it's okay," I got up from the bed to hug her. 

"No it's not okay Peter," she had changed from hopeless to sad in a second. "First my dad and now my mom too... It's like I've lost my parents, even though they're still here, and... I don't know what to do," she took a step forward and dumped her head down on my chest and sighed. I put a hand on her upper back and pulled her in fully. "What do I do?" she asked whispering. 

"Look it's gonna be okay," I pulled her out, with my hands on her shoulders and leaned my head slightly down, to have her full attention. "You're sixteen, you don't need their consent to leave... You can stay here if you want," I suggested. She put her arms around my neck and smiled while a tear rolled down her cheek. 

"You're so good to me Peter," she barely whispered and put her head to mine. Her eyes closed calmly almost in relief. I know you think it's ridiculous, but she's still the most beautiful when she's crying. It was desperate times for her, and I get why she cried so much. I didn't peg her for the type, when I first met her, but the more I got to know her, the more I discovered the side of her she usually closed off. 

 "We'll be like... brother and sister," she threw her head back laughing and I smiled at her. She knew my sarcasm in and out. 

"But alright, if that's what you want we can just," she confidently shrugged and took a step back, but I quickly pulled her back and kissed her like I wanted to kiss her. She giggled into the kiss when I let us fall down onto my bed. It made me smile instantly, when I could feel her mouth form that smile too in the kiss. Her lips brushed on mine, just long enough so I could inhale her breath and feel the warmth of her skin. The taste of her raspberry lip balm was still on my lips as we laid talking after. 

"Dinner's ready!" May yelled from the kitchen. We got up from the bed and walked out to her. I had let Rue take a shower here, and she had borrowed one of my sweatshirts and put on the sweatpants she brought in the bag. Her hair was damp and up in a bun. I don't know why she didn't wear her hair like that more often, cause honestly... it looked hot. 

"It smells really nice May," I commented, as we sat down at the table. 

"You should thank Rue. She's the one who introduced me to that cooking class," May patted Rue on her shoulder and sat down in front of her.