Angel

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My eyes widen and I drop my book

Getting Ned, Peter, and MJ's attraction

"What"

"Listen we got it under control but Peter will be staying with you until we find her I have to tell Peter so I'll let you go"

"Bye"

I put my phone down

"What was that all about?" Ned ask

"I um I got to go" I quickly grab my stuff and walkout

I go into the girls' bathroom and start to breathe heavy

"breath Morgan," June says

My legs give up and I collapse on the ground

I then hear the bathroom door open

"Hey hey Morgan breath" I hear Peters voice

"It's ok it's gonna be ok breath in and out with me ok," peter says

I nod

After we breath I finally calm down

"come on let's get out of here" Peter helps me up and grabs my backpack for me

"W- we're are we going," I ask as he takes my hand

" you'll see" Peter smiles

We secretly leave school

We got ice cream and now we're going back home

While we're walking peter grabs my hand and intervenes it with his

I feel myself blush

We get home and head to my room

We get to the secret room

We sit down on the couch

"you ok" Peter ask as we watch tv

"mhm" I noded

"Morgan" peter gets up and sits down on the floor facing me

"they gonna find your mom," Peter says

" I know but what if they don't" I feel tears in my eyes

"there avengers they got this" peter smiles

There's a moment of silence

I look at his eyes than his lips then back to his eyes

Peter does the same

We both slowly lean in and our lips meet

Peter then slowly stands up not breaking the kiss

I lay down on the couch Peter lays down on top of me still kissing

Peter then breaks the kiss looking at me

I nod

Peter then smiles and kisses me again

We start to make out until Peter moves his lips to my neck

"You ok" peter mumbled after kissing my neck

"Mhm" I close my eyes as he finds my weak spot

"your bedroom, angel," he muttered against my lip

 I nodded, our lips staying together as we stood up. 

We continued to make out, our hands starting to pull at each other's clothing as we tripped over ourselves to get to my room. 

"June open the door" I mumble over Peter's lips 

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