Take On Me ✧ Peter Parker

01. The dream

FEW WEEKS LATER...

"You don't have to do this!" I yell out with sorrow. "Please! Take me instead!"

The man holding Peter had a plan. And that was to make mine and everyone else's life a living hell. He was grabbing Peter by the neck, hanging him up over a building roof , making it hard to breathe. Peter was grunting, kicking his legs.

But he was too weak.

"Please. I'm begging you!" I beg, as I feel the tears start to run down my face. "I'll do anything!"

"Too late Amelia." He says in a deep tone, and I watch as he drops Peter.

Then, everything went black. All I heard was a muffled voice coming from somewhere around me. I open my eyes, lying in my bed.

It was a dream.

Or a nightmare, I would call it.

Not only was I relieved for it to be a dream, but I was relieved that Peter was with me.

He was standing by the corner of the bed, looking down at me with concern. "Mills, are you okay?" He asks.

I sit up, rubbing my eyes. "How long was I sleeping for?"

He looks at his watch, and breaths out. "About two hours."

"You let me take a nap for that long?" I laugh.

He walks over to the bed, plopping himself next to me. "Of course. I would never wake you up from a nap." He says smiling at me.

I lay back down, turning my body sideways to face him. "Even on a school night?" I ask.

"Even on a school night." He repeats. "Isn't it crazy how summer is going to start soon?

I sigh. "Yeah, I hate to say this but, i'm actually am going to miss school."

"Nerd."

I hit his shoulder playfully and laughing. "You suck."

Peter came over to stop by, but that visit ended up being a whole seven hours. Eventually, I got tired and took a nap. "What have you been doing this whole time?" I asked, propping my head on my hand.

"Basically doing what we've been doing for the past eight hours." He chuckled. "Watching T.V, reading books, and drawing."

"We were drawing?"

"Well, I was."

I smile, he was like a golden retriever stuck in a boy's body. "You're so cute." I compliment him, as I see him blush. "You're cuter."

"Impossible."

"Not!"

"How so?"

"Because.." He trailed off, grabbing my hand and locking our fingers together. "Because of this."

He leans in, placing his lips on mine, kissing me softly. I place my hand on his cheek, pushing his lips on mine deeper. As things start to get passionate, something interups us.

"You guys are fucking weird." A muffled voice called out from the window, making both me and Peter stand up quickly.

There stood Mj and Ned, looking at us in disgust. "Why are you guys staring at us through the window?" Peter asked, pointing at them.

"Better yet, how long have you guys been standing there for?" I question and they look at each other, "Maybe about..three minutes?" Ned said.

I walk to the window, pushing it open so that they can enter my room. "Come in, sense you want to stalk us so badly."