All Of Me (Peter Parker x Reader)

Chapter 49

(Y/n) walked through the usually crowded halls at school, keeping an eye out for MJ. She had texted the messy haired girl with a response that they'd talk it over during class. Even though she only had to wait a day, it took everything she had not to bust into MJ's house in her flight armor in full glory. The impatient feeling only increased tenfold when she (tried to) settle down for the day, and the memory played over and over in her head, making her continuously small, blush, and want to smack her head into the wall to get rid of it.

Walking into class, her eyes flew to her and MJ's assigned table, only to see it empty with no evidence of her being there. (Y/n)'s shoulders dropped disappointedly, going over and dropping her backpack on the table.

"Geeze, don't you look sad,"

(Y/n) turned round to see MJ standing right behind her.

"How did you get there all of a sudden?" she asked, her mood picking up instantly.

"I'm just that cool," MJ announced smoothly.

"Obviously," (y/n) said.

"I know. Now, you texted me about this weekend. Is it about your therapist? I told you, sometimes you just have to try new ones, they're not a "one size fits all" kind of thing, ya know?" MJ said.

"No, no, it's not that, but Tony is looking to find someone else. Actually, it was about something that happened at that charity gala I had to attend," (y/n) told her.

"Oh. Right. Man, I feel stupid, I completely forgot you had that. How'd it go?" MJ asked.

"The night itself was a success. They were able to raise enough money and all that, and I found the guy that was bothering them," she said.

"That's good. Did he put up a fight?" she asked.

"Yeah. I won. Though, I almost died once, my mistake. It was kinda thrilling, actually," she said.

MJ's face froze as an uncomfortable smile grew on her face. "That sounds nice, but is that all?" MJ asked, skipping right to the chase.

"...No..."

"What kind of drama is it?"

"Just... boy drama... "

MJ dropped her jaw dramatically at the two little words that let (y/n)'s hesitant lips. "Boy drama? You've never had boy drama before," she stated. "Did you have to slap a guy or turn one down?"

(Y/n)'s lips pulled tight as she turned away to the board. "Both?"

"Fuck. Spill the coffee," MJ told her.

And so she did. All through the lesson, she talked and whispered, and when they couldn't do that, notes were passed back and forth when their teacher wasn't looking. Finally, when they were allowed to talk with each other again, MJ was EXPLODING with euphoria.

On the inside.

I fucking knew it, she told herself.

"Do you like him back then?" she asked.

"I think..." (y/n) said.

A mental record player scratched in MJ's head as her head snapped to her friend. "Eh-wa-what?"

"Isn't it supposed to feel... I don't know, different?" (y/n) asked her.

"Different? Different how?" she asked, a look of confusion on her face.

"Well, it looks different in the stuff we watch, and the way my Mom described with my Dad, and how Tony acts with Pepper," (y/n) said.

MJ blinked a few times before turning her whole body to face her. "First off: Movies and TV are great, but are definitely NOT the best example of real life. If you didn't know this yet, you do know. Secondly, everyone is different. Sure, your Mom may have known that your Dad was the one after going on one date, but maybe you need more time, or you know, and you're just nervous. Besides, just take it slow. There's no need to rush anything. You can take time to decide how you feel when you're ready, and all that," she said.