BANNED |P.P| [SPIDER-MAN, ANDREW GARFIELD]

|Seven| Unspoken Rules

Arya Holmes

Just as he had promised me those words, I saw him run back into the restaurant to change into his suit.

I saw a man in the sky, he was basically electricity. He kept saying, "Peter Parkeeerr I know you're there", which was very scary.

But I did as he said and ran home. Dad sat in the couch, he had made lots of fancy, rich snacks like cheese and crackers, champagne and everything.

As he got up from the couch, he had his nice guy smile on, but it immediately disappeared when he noticed I was alone. "Where's Adam?" He asked.

"Sorry dad, I had such terrible period cramps that I couldn't even talk. He told me to go home and rest, we'd take it another day." I said.

He waved his hand at me to go into my room. I sighed as I walked in, smashing the door shut.

And all I could think about was Peter. I looked out of my window, seeing from far distance how the street were on fire, and I also saw his quick silhouette swinging around, shooting spider web everywhere.

Then, I forced myself to believing that looking at that wouldn't help anything. So I laid down in my bed, put on my music on my speaker this time and just closed my eyes, listening to it. It's almost scary how much I worried about him.

Awhile after, I heard a gentle knock on my window and saw him there. I let out a relieved breath and jogged up to the window. He walked through it, taking off his mask and smiled at me.

"Sup, blondie." He said, but I just went in to hug him hard. And he hugged me back.

After the hug, he looked down at me. "How did your dad react?" He asked quietly. "Mad. Like always." I said.

He rolled his lips into a line and slowly nodded while looking at me. I got up on my tippy toes and ruffed his fluffy hair with my hand, making him smile. "Thank god you're okay." I said.

"Yeah, or thank me. I'm basically a god." He said jokingly, making me laugh.

Then it went silent. "God I really don't want to be home right now." I sighed, sitting down on my bed.

"You wanna go to my house? Not to do anything, maybe you'd just rather be there than home right now." He said, and I nodded. "You sure?" I asked.

"Of course. You can always come to my place." He said.

We went to his apartment, and as we entered he immediately went to the kitchen. "You want something to eat?" He asked.

"Nah, I'm good." I said. I went to sit in the couch and he came and sat down next to me with a bottle of water. "How did the fight go?" I asked.

He smirked at me. "Great." He said, making me chuckle. "That's good, I guess." I said.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked, gently running his index finger under my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "I- no... my dad is such an asshole." I said.

He slowly nodded while looking at me. "Well, he's not here. You're not with him right now, it's all good." He said, making me smile.

We looked at each other, and our faces became closer and closer for every second. Just as our lips were about to touch, I quickly got up from the couch, and I felt his eyes on me. "I- eh- have to use the restroom." I said and walked away.

To be honest, I had no idea what just happened, but it would feel way too real if we kissed. We'd never kiss before. It wasn't just a fuck-buddy situation if we were kissing.

Even me coming here, it was basically breaking the unspoken rules of our type of relationship. I can't come to his place unless if we're going to fuck. This way crazy. I don't know what was happening, but I wanted to be with him. I wanted to hear his laugh, I wanted his touch. But not only sexually. I wanted his hug. Maybe I liked him for real.

"Arya, are you okay?" He shouted.

My lips rolled into a line as I looked myself in the mirror. "Yeah, I'm fine." I shouted back. This was a bad idea. Maybe the only way to save this situation was by having sex.

Then I'd be coming here for the sex, not for
him. That's how it should be.

So I walked out of the bathroom, and walked back to the living room, he sat down, already looking at me. "Hey." He said calmly.

"Hey." I said smirking, then sat down to him very close, and started running my fingers on his thigh. He looked at me. "Whatchu doing there, blondie?" He asked.

Our eyes met. "What I came here for, right?" I said. His brows raised slightly as his lips parted, it was hard to tell if he was surprised or disappointed. "Arya." He said.

"Peter." I said. "I don't know if, I-... eh-.. I'm not gonna have sex with you." He said.

My brows raised. "Why?" I asked. "Because you're obviously not really mentally stable to have sex, and you can tell me whatever you want, but I know you didn't originally come here to have sex. So I'm not doing it." He said.

"Then tell me, Peter. What am I doing here?" I asked, getting up from the couch.

He shrugged. "I don't know, maybe to get emotional support or something. Maybe talk. I don't know what just happened to you while being in the bathroom, but we don't need to have sex all the time we meet, do we?" He asked.

"Peter, we're nothing more and will never be anything more than fuck buddies. We use each other for our bodies!" I said.

He clenched his jaw while looking at me. "You really wanna say that?" He said.

My brows furrowed. "Yeah!" I said. "You really wanna say that after what happened tonight?" He asked. "Peter. Get it through your head." I said.

He looked anywhere but my eyes, he refused to make eye contact. "Fine. Then you can go. I did not ask you to come here to fuck me tonight, Arya and you know that." He said.

Quickly, I grabbed my phone and walked out of the door.