His lips were mere millimeters from yours. He was going slow, giving you time to back out if you wanted to. Waiting another five seconds to see you were still, your breathing becoming more rapid. He leaned his head further down and brought one of hi...
Summary: Peter always looked to you for help and this instance required your best friend level assistance.
Requested: No, listen to this
Word Count: 2.1k
Warning(s)?: F!Reader, fluff, Light swearing, TASM!Peter, cheating, not proof read.
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Sparks
You've lived next door to Peter Parker for as long as you could remember. The removalists van for your family arrived to this neighbour when you were just shy of 5 years old. The boy with wide brown eyes and dark curly hair was the first friend you had made in the apartment building. He was a shy, nervous boy with too much energy for his own good which made you both the perfect best friends. He showed you around school, his favourite spots and, at the time, his favourite action figures.
You were there alongside him through the years, all the way to now, Senior year of high school. Peter had grown a couple of bullies during middle school, causing you to not once, but twice, to throw chocolate milk over them. They'd punch Peter but never went to bully or attack you, in fact, they even tried flirting with you and asking why you hung out with such a 'loser'
Pfft, boys. Who are they kidding?
''I'm so tired, Mark's chemistry exam is killing me'' Peter yawns from across the table in his dining room. You both had currently set up your weekly study sessions, alternating between yours and his place from time to time.
''Mr Yang...'' You pointed.
''And it's not that bad, you just have to... here'' You continued, leaning over the table to grab his paper from under his hand. Your hand skims past his and for a moment, the familiar spark tingles your skin but you ignore it, hiding the reddening cheeks with your hair that fell to cover you.
You've been hopelessly in love with the idiot since middle school and to make matters worse, you knew he didn't feel the same way back. He was dating Gwen, the nicest Senior girl who was even on the academic decathlon team. She was head of debate and when they first begun dating, she made it a mission to be your friend which was lovely. Though less so because she was dating the man of your dreams. A bitter side to you comes up when she's around and you have to continuously remove yourself from the pair who'd greet each other with a peck or a kiss on the cheek.
''We'll keep working on this for another half an hour, then I gotta pick Gwen up'' Peter's voice got a little quieter near the end of his sentence. You nodded and pitched him a fake smile, soon getting back into your work. You knew Peter had picked up on the fact that you didn't like her so he didn't mention her much when he was hanging out with you.
''You know... Zack keeps asking me about you... wants to know when you'll finally go on that date with him'' Zack was a boy in your class, you've spoken with him a couple of times but that was all. He had asked you a week ago to go on a date together and you hadn't responded or talked to him since. You weren't good with confrontation, just the same as rejection or rejecting anybody.
