Night Changes (p.parker)

CHAPTER FOUR: GUT FEELING

PETER STOOD AT his locker, engrossed in his thoughts as his fingers flawlessly twisted the lock, his combination engraved in his brain as he pondered his chemistry homework.

His curly brown hair sat on top of his head, making him recognizable even in the sea of children that were currently in the hall, scurrying to their first period.

Ned Leeds -Peter's best friend and guy in the chair- trotted up to the boy, a dazzling smile on his features as excitement coursed through his veins.

"Peter!" He called out, grabbing his friend's left arm, catching him by surprise.

"Woah! Ned!," He yelped, pulling away his wrist, rubbing his tattoo that was underneath his sweater, "What did I tell you about the wrists dude?"

"Oh crap-  sorry, forgot about that part."

"What's up?" Peter asked with an amused sigh, shutting his locker and beginning the trek to his class as Ned followed behind him.

"I got this super cool new lego set, and I was thinking maybe I could come over tonight and we could build it?"

Peter's eyes lit up at the simple sentence, enthusiasm clear on his face as he turned to face Ned.

"Dude! No way! How many pieces?" Peter inquired with joy, always enjoying a challenge. He knew he had his patrol duties later, but he could surely make it back in time.

"5,000," Ned responded proudly, clutching his binder as they approached their first class of the day.

"I've got the- um, 'internship' tonight, but I shouldn't be out too long, just start some of the smaller stuff and we'll tackle the rest when I get back,"

Ned nodded eagerly before he split off from Peter, the two boys exchanging their goodbyes, promising to see each other soon.

...

During lunch, Peter placed his tray beside Ned and MJ, a silent sigh leaving his lips as rested his chin on his hand.

He aimlessly chose a random spot on the dirty back wall of the cafeteria and wondered what his soulmate was doing at this very moment.

It had been a year since the world was introduced to his alter ego, and since then no one had come forward to claim his heart.

At first, he worried about it slightly, the fact that nobody outright confronted him about it, but he decided that if he hadn't met you yet, then you didn't know.

Maybe you lived on the other side of the country, and would be a transfer student who would spill coffee on his sweatshirt on your first day.

Maybe he'd meet you in college where the two of you would take a class together, and he'd end up asking you for a pen, his heart fluttering as he saw your tattoo on your wrist as you reached for your bag.

Or maybe he'd meet you walking the streets of Queens, your phone in your hand as you tightly gripped the leash attaching you to your dog, your hair shining under the sun.

So he shouldn't be concerned, right? What would he even truly be troubled about? 

There were many reasons as to why he hadn't met you yet, many excusable answers as to why his tattoo never burned with desire from accidentally making eye contact with a person from across the room.

Another heavy sigh escaped from his lips, his eyes clouded in his imagination as the minutes passed by.

He seemed to almost.. miss you? Which couldn't be possible seeing as he didnt even know your name, but he was starting to grow impatient.