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I-27 p.p

inspired by training wheels by Melanie Martinez •°
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FYI: You're Peter's best friend and also turn into his dance partner for the upcoming winter formal.
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"No Ned, I really really like her," Peter whispered to Ned as our chemistry teacher explained the laws of gases.

"Peter, she's...you know, popular."

I chuckle whenever I hear about their silly conversations of girls, and Star Wars. There are times where I can't keep up because they have their own code names. It's not surprising.

After chem, we meet at a lunch table that sits right under the biggest tree in campus. It's the perfect spot. We're hoping we can keep it throughout high school.

"You're late." Ned calls watching me make my way to the table, carrying a heavy amount of notebooks.

Peter stands up and helps me place them on the table.

"I have to get rid of them, maybe, I'll give them to Gwen. She's in that yearbook club, they might need them there."

The sound of Gwen's name is enough for Peter's eyes to dilate, he's alert instantly.

"Don't mention her," Ned laughs watching the intrigued expression on Peter's face.

His cheeks turn a light shade of pink, shaking his head, with a chuckle.
I steal a French fry from Ned's try and sit down on the table.

"So Gwen? That's the girl you have heart eyes for?"

"Ned, did you tell her?"

"He didn't have to, I figured it out all by myself, besides you guys are terrible at whispering." I wink at them, sneaking another french fry into my mouth.

It was such a funny coincidence that Gwen decided to have lunch on the field with her friends.

Peter noticed her presence immediately, and for a second he smiled.

"Why don't you invite her to the winter formal?" Ned asked while dumping his empty carton of milk into a trash can.

"Ned, it's obvious, he's scared."

"I-I'm not scared. She probably already has a date." He sits down on the table resting his head on his hand, watching her from afar.

"If I find out, will you ask her?" I jump off the table, and stand in front of him with both hands on his shoulders.

"Yes," Ned exclaiming from behind.

"No," Peter shakes his head violently.

"I mean fine, unless you want to take Ned to the winter formal."

Peter turns and looks at Ned in thought. Ned annoying him by blowing a kiss and fluttering his eyelashes.

"I can take you. I mean unless you don't have someone to go with already."

"I don't but trust me Gwen makes a better dance partner. I'll find out and I'll let you know after school."

After asking all over from friend to friend, in every period I had left, I successfully found out about Gwen's partner.

Supposedly he wasn't even from this school but it's rumored she's going to find out a way to sneak him in.

The news even saddened me because I knew exactly how upset he was going to be.

They waited for me at the gate, and I walked down the steps with a frown on my face.

"I'm sorry, Peter. I guess you're taking Ned."

"See. Told you. Also, I'm not taking Ned, he has a partner."

"Oh my god, don't tell me it's mary."

Peter nods his head as Ned shrugs his shoulders with a pleasing look. Mary's voice loud enough to be heard from another planet.

She makes her way to us, hugging Ned and bragging about her dress.

Ned and Mary walk through the gate without saying goodbye, to consumed by each other's presence.

Peter and I began walking home, we live a few blocks away from each other.

"I'm sorry about Gwen, some friends told me she's sneaking her partner in. I mean she's missing out on a good dance partner."

He giggled at my comment as we crossed the street.

"Then I guess you're not missing out, I'll take you."

"No, Peter, don't..."

"Why not? You don't have a date and I don't have a date. We'll make a good pair."

"Are you only doing it cause you pity yourself?" I asked as his eyes softened slowly.

"No, all the pitying you do it for me." He jokes looking at me for my reaction.

"Y/n, seriously I would love to take you besides I wasn't planning on asking Gwen, I was planning on asking you."

"Yeah sure,"

"Really, trust me there's no other girls besides Gwen and you that I would love to take to the winter formal."

"Okay, I get it."