My mom said I could. Guess I'm going over to his house. I meet up with them after school.
"Yoo, you really can?" Ned says, truly excitedly.
"Mhm," I smile.
"Yo ho, off we go!" Peter says, sticking his hand up in the air and starting the walk. We go to Queens so I naturally told them this is where Spiderman's from. They shared a look and then Peter pats me on the back and Ned claps his hands and acts proud of me.
We arrive at his apartment, and Peter being the gentlemen he is, holds the door open for me. I get in and look around. It's so homey and I love it. A woman walks out of the kitchen.
"Hey, Pete, how was school?" she asks. After he mumbles a good, she moves on, "Hey, Ned, how's it going? And, oh my god, a girl!" She ruffles Peter's hair and I laugh.
"Lovely to meet you, Ms. I'm Y/N," I greet her.
"Oh, Y/N, what a lovely name. I think we have some cookies if you want some," she explains.
"That would be lovely, Ms.," I tell her.
"Oh, please just call me May," she tells me.
"I will not, but thanks for the offer," I tell her. She laughs and walks back into the kitchen, only to return with some cookies.
"Thank you!" Ned and I say, in unison. I grab a handful out of the container and move to the window and look at. "Hey, look, you can see the Rock ad better from here," I say, looking.
I hear people laugh behind me. "So we gonna Lego or not?" Ned asks. So we move from the lounge to Peter's bedroom. They plop down on the bed so I take the desk chair. Peter pulls out some Legos and starts the movies and we just have a good time, laughing, building Legos, watching Star Wars. I get a text from my mom asking if I can stay the night.
"Oi, Parker?" I ask, breaking the newly formed silence.
"Hm?" he responds.
"Can I stay over for the night? My mom's wondering," I ask.
"Ooh, probably. Lemme ask May," he says, getting up and leaving the room. So Ned and I continue doing what we were doing.
"Yeah, you can," Peter announces.
"Thanks, mate," I smile.
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