Night Changes (p.parker)

CHAPTER FIVE: THE MEETING

NO, NO, NO.

This was not how this was supposed to go, you thought to yourself as you ran down the empty sidewalk, crumbling concrete popping underneath the soles of your shoes.

More tears threatened to spill from your eyes as your legs carried you away, your body burning as your mind started to become increasingly clouded.

Why the hell did this have to happen now?

You needed more time.

This was not how this was supposed to go.

-HOURS EARLIER-

Your earbuds were nuzzled tightly in your ears, blasting music as you ran out the doors of Midtown, your backpack slung over your shoulder and your head spinning with thoughts of Spider-Man.

Though you didn't truly want to admit it, both Simon and Alcott made valid points during lunch, causing you to doubt your once solid reasons.

It wasn't fair to prohibit the poor boy from a happy ending, no matter what you believed. He was human, he craved the love that you were supposed to provide, and denying him that right was cruel.

However, there were still so many terrifying factors that continued to prevent you from performing any reasonable actions when it came to your so-called-soulmate.

You needed time, and by the looks of it, quite a lot.

A week was far too short, and yet a month seemed like too much suspense to bear. How you were going to mentally prepare yourself, you didn't know.

What the hell were you supposed to say?

'Hey, I'm your soulmate who's been actively avoiding you for over a year because I'm fucking terrified of getting hurt, what's your name?'

That so obviously wasn't going to work.

Still deciding on whether or not you were going to consider speaking to the man, you skipped ahead a few songs until you were satisfied with the music.

Softly humming to the beat, you soaked in the sunlight as you clung to the sides of the passing buildings, subconsciously being discreet about your whereabouts in case any curious heroes decided to scan the avenue.

Quicker than you'd thought, you arrived home, making your way up to your apartment so you could begin on your homework.

You practically kicked down your door, tugging off your shoes and snatching a drink from the fridge before procrastinating on your duties.

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TW: creepy old man, ass*ult. Please proceed with caution.

Around 8:45, boredom overtook your mind before you paused one of your favorite T.V. shows, blowing out air from your cheeks in defeat.

You craved something sweet, mentally sifting through the pantry in search of anything that would suffice. Besides, why get up if you weren't certain there was food? With no luck, you informed your mom that you'd be walking to Delmar's, tossing on a sweater before heading out.

Delmar's wasn't far, just a short walk that was always worth the service. Mr Delmar -the owner- had the cutest cat, and served the best sandwiches in Queens.

The sun had almost disappeared completely by the time you stepped outside, the chill of the night running down your spine as you began the familiar journey to the store.