You Me, A Place To Be

𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐭 | 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

Peter walked back grinning ear to ear not even considering that his private jet was sitting on the tarmac at the airport waiting for him. That thought ultimately passed his mind. The only thing is going through his Y/N Y/N Y/N.  But then he got a buzz from his phone and it's from Twitter. Peter never checks the app considering its central location for toxicity, but the notification read, 'Peter Parker was standing outside of a bar, 17Roses, for 45 minutes.' Peter threw his head back bursting into a fit of giggles when there is a five-minute-long video of him just staring at the sign.

But then his happiness is ruined by Happy calling. Happy's nickname is Happy, he hasn't been too happy lately... especially with Peter because Peter has been drinking a lot and late to everything. "Kid." Happy sighs as soon as he answers.

"Yeah?" Peter says.

"I am your manager and I am getting so annoyed of these calls saying 'where is Mr. Parker?', Where are you?"

"Uh walking back to my hotel, why?" Peter furrows his eyebrows trying to think of anything that he had at 06:00.

"You're flight, your plane is waiting for you." He utters, his voice is full of annoyance.

"Shit." Peter cusses under his breath, "I- I was with someone, I completely forgot, I am so sorry." At this point, Peter is booking it up the stairs and into his hotel room. "I was-" He puts his phone on speaker and begins shoving his clothes into his bag, "I was out with someone."

"It's what? 6:00 AM there, Peter. It's fine if you slept in, you don't have to lie."

He shook his head, "No, I was- I ran into Y/N and she wrote a song about me, but we got to talking and I got her number."

"Oh." He can practically see Happy grinning, "That's great, how is she?"

"She uh- she has loads of friends up here, like- she knows every single person. And she co-owns a ceramics studio with her friend and she also sings at a bar on the weekends."

"Wow." Happy sighs, "So she's doing well?"

"Yeah-" Peter starts to giggle, "She has a cat that is called Soho."

"Oh- uh I gotta go so that I don't wake May."

"Okay, bye." He hangs up and still is smiling from Y/N. She feels so right, and to Peter, he feels that he is not supposed to be with anyone else.

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When Peter slept on the plane, he had the most vivid dream.

It was Peter's freshman year, he didn't have any friends except for Ned. But, there was a girl in his pottery class, she was called Y/N and Peter remembered her because her mom was Natasha Romanoff. Peter and her were somewhat friends, he was horrible at pottery, absolutely horrible. But on the other hand, she could make 4 things in a class period when Peter could only make one.

Peter liked Y/N and hoped that he could get to know her.

So, a month after their class ended, Peter asked her if she wanted to go hang out with him. But she had them go to an open ceramics studio, and she said "I am going to teach you how to actually do it."

When they got there, they used a pound of clay, Peter took water and sprinkled it on the wheel before he threw the clay on it, "No, you can't do that, it will slip off." She corrected him. Peter ended up barely talking to her the entire time, but he remembers the bowl he made and Y/N made a matching bowl too.