The Only One

Chapter 17

Y/N's POV

"Alright kid, here we are. Let me know when you want picked up." Tony said, watching me get out out the car.

"Will do." I reply, shutting the car door and watching him drive off. Little does he know I'm not going to.

I walk into Delmars and I'm met with the amazing smell of sandwiches. They smell like heaven. I look around and see Peter over at a table in the back. We make eye contact and he smiles.

"What's up." I say, walking over, setting my bag down, and sliding into the seat across from him.

"Nothing really. Just got here a few minutes ago."

"Cool."

"Uh yeah, I didn't know if you wanted to get a sandwich or not so I waited." He said, scratching the back of his neck and looking out the window into the street.

"I actually had something a little bit ago but I can still eat."

"Oh okay, um, what do you want?"

"Just a number four." I say, pulling the $20 bill out of my bag that Tony made me take, handing it to him.

"You don't have to pay-"

"Too bad." I shove the bill into his hand, cutting him off.

30 minutes later we're walking out of Delmar's and heading to wherever else we're going.

"Do you wanna go somewhere, or like do something?" He asked, looking over at me.

"I don't really think there's much to do, but we could like go to the park or something."

And that's exactly what we did. We walked around the park and messed around. There were some people walking dogs and others sitting on benches just watching. My bag started getting a little annoying to carry but it wasn't nothing I couldn't handle.

It started getting a little bit chilly after awhile. I let out a breath and shoved my hands in my hoodie pockets. Peter seemed to be getting a little cold as well. Deciding to look at the time, I took my phone out of my pocket to see that it was already 3.

"Damn." I whisper to myself.

"Hm?" Peter hums, questioningly.

"It's already 3."

"Dang. Are you getting a little cold, cuz I am."

"Yeah, a little bit."

"Um, do you still wanna hangout? I mean like, it's okay if you don't want to, or, or we can. I don't mind. I kinda wanna go inside though so if you wanna come hangout at my place we can, or we can go to yours, either way it's cool." He says, rushing through his words.

"Yes, we can still hangout. I don't have anything better to do. But we can't really go to my place."

He furrowed his eyebrows in concern but must've decided not to ask. "Okay."

I guess we weren't that far from his apartment because 15 minutes later we were stepping into it. I let out a content sigh from the warm air hitting me. Much better than being out in the cold.

"My aunt is working, so it's just us. I think she gets off at 9 though."

"Okay." I look around his place and see that it's really homey. There's pictures of him hanging on the wall as well as what I suppose to be his aunt and uncle. Their Christmas tree is still up and as bright as could be. The coffee table is covered in newspapers and what I assume to be Peter's homework.

"Nice place you got here."

"Thanks."

I follow him back to what I'm guessing is his room. He opens the door and the first thing I notice is the Star Wars posters that cover his walls. What a nerd. There's also a few Lego sets sitting on his dresser and a shelf.