for the first time (andrew!peter parker x reader)

six

it was nice being able to hold him. he'd ended up spending the day with you. your laptop was sitting haphazardly on the end of your bed playing a long forgotten about movie. you were still in bed with peter, eating microwaved ramen that if you were honest, had the consistency of soggy cardboard.

"this really is shitty, huh?" you laughed,  twisting your fork around in the noodles.

"it isn't that bad."

"oh really?" you smiled up at him.

"i'm joking. it tastes like ass." you laughed.

he reached over to put his half empty bowl on your small beside table. peter's arm quickly found its place back on your waist.

you put your bowl with his and buried your face into his chest. he was idly grazing his fingers over the skin on your side.

the credits of the movie were playing. time was moving faster than you thought. his fingers were fiddling with your hair, twisting and sectioning parts of it.

you snuggled closer into him. it was obvious he didn't mind from how his grip on you tightened, it was like he thought you would disappear if he left go.

you were practically laying on top of him, his legs tangled with yours.

this is a normal things for friends, right?

you and your friends back home did this, if you were honest you'd done more than just cuddle with some of them. even so, maybe friendship standards are different here? there were lots of differences to little things that were more confusing and more infuriating than you thought they would have been.

like how everyone called a trolley a cart and looked at you weirdly when you called it the wrong thing. even describing things like the kitchen 'counter' was hard. one of the people who lived in the complex was incredibly confused when you called it the bench.

maybe, it was something that was the same as it was back home.

you glanced up at peter, he was lost in thought just like you'd been only seconds ago. his brows were furrowed and you couldn't help but want to kiss the small frown he had off him.

you let yourself get lost in your thoughts again. not overthinking was never your strong suit.

a phone went off.

you jumped at the sudden noise, pushing yourself up off of peter and untangling your limbs from his. you looked down at him. he was looking for the source of the noise.

you wouldn't be surprised if both of your phones were tangled up in your sheets.

"stupid phone, where is it?" you groaned shoving your blanket around trying to find it.

peter was doing the same, you let yourself admire him for a moment. the grey sweat pants that hung low on his hips, the band shirt that hugged his form, the way his back rippled as he moved pillows and blankets until he found his phone.

"i'm sorry, i have to take this." you nodded and watched as he lifted the phone to his ear, a worried look on his face.

you could faintly hear a voice from the other side. not that you were trying to listen.