𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 (Peter Parker X Male Reader)

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕨𝕠

I wake up to the sound of my alarm screaming at me, I hit the snooze and try to go back to sleep. Today marked the first day of school, I was great when
It comes to school, but I hated it. I would rather just be homeschooled. I was not being bullied or anything, I just hate being around people, well of course with some exceptions of Katie.

I slowly crawl out of my bed, and head into the bathroom to have a shower before I must leave for school. I quickly jumped into the shower and listened to music while doing it.

Music was the one thing that I loved; a song could tell you a whole story within 3 minutes. It could be about heartbreak, happiness, loneliness, there was not just one way to write a song. I love the lyricism of some artists like Taylor Swift, and how they would use words that normally do not rhyme and then make them.

That is what made me start to write songs because it helped me get away from everything that I happen ding in the word, it allows me to be in my own little
world, and I could get all my emotions out without having to talk about my feeling to someone.

I had a songbook that had all of my thought, ideas and songs in it and no one was allowed to look at, not even Katie or my father. They knew that they was not allowed to look at it and Katie respected my privacy. But there was sometimes when I caught her trying to look.

Most of the songs were songs about Peter, and some were about other people. But mostly about Peter and how I could never be with him because he never felt the same way. I started a new song a couple of days ago called "enchanted" but all I had so far was the chorus.

"There I was again tonight
Forcing laughter, faking smiles
Same old tired, lonely place
Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy
Vanished when I saw your face
All I can say is, it was enchanting to meet you"

The song was about how much Peter had an impact on me, how he could make the most horrible day turn into the best with just his smile. But of course, he could never know how I felt. I grab a plain white top and black jeans and a green flannel from my closet and throw them on.

I walked downstairs to find my dad in the kitchen with his laptop looking at the news. It was talking about the Germany situation with Iron Man and Captain America. And how they are outlaws now, it was sad to see the one hope that the world had fall apart.

My father is always working and never takes time out for it; he  owned a couple of restaurants with my mother. But after she died it became his full responsibility to run them, he used it so that he did not have to cope with my mother's death. He never really showed any emotions, but I knew it hurt him.

My mother died a couple of years ago when I was 13, she was in a plane crash on her way back from a business trip. My father was meant to go on the business trip with her, but they got into a fight the night before and he decided that he was not going to go. And now he blames himself for what happened and how she was alone. I have told him thousands of times that he did not know it would happen, but he still blamed himself.

Ever since then he drove headfirst to work and has not stopped working since then. And it has affected our relationship, we barely spend time together or even talk. He is always either at work or home in his office doing work. I heard him one day talking to grandparents on the phone about how hard it was for him to look at me because it reminds him of her.

I do look a lot like my mother, we both had E/C eyes and H/C hair. People would say we look like twins and my dad did not get a look in when it came to me. I did miss her; I missed her a lot. She would help me with my songwriting, she would help me when I need a word to rhyme with or could not think of a chorus.

She also loved music but never did anything about it because she was so busy with business. So, when she died, I decided that I would complete her dream for her. I was good at writing songs, just not everything else when it came to it. All I knew is that I would be famous one day and I will dedicate my first Grammy to her.