𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬✓ 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 [𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟑]

2: The 'Avengers'

I woke up to hurried footsteps and loud shuffling, making me pick up my pillow to throw it in his direction.

I knew it didn't hit him because of his stupid ability to sense danger.

"Keep it down." I groaned, shoving my face into the second pillow.

"I'm sorry, Lis. I'm sorry." He rushed out, making me peek up to see him hopping on one leg, trying to shove the other into his shoe.
"God, I'm so late. I'm gonna miss my bus."

"Peter, are you done? C'mon, you're gonna be late. I made breakfast." May called, knocking on our door.

My head perked up at the sound of breakfast before I realise May cooked.

"Hey, May?" Peter called out.

"Yeah?"

"Lis is asking me to ask you what you made." He called out and I glared at him.

"I didn't. He's lying." I shouted back as he stuck his tongue out at me.

"I made toast." She answered as she opened the door, dressed in her scrubs.

"The jar of Nutella is on the table for Lis, peanut butter is somewhere in the kitchen, and hot chocolate is ready. I have to go." She said, pushing up her glasses.

"Make sure your brother leaves the house in two. Don't forget your keys again, Peter. I love you two, bye." She rushed out and soon we heard the front door slamming shut.

"You heard her," I said as I sat up, "you have to be out in two."

I jumped down from the bunk bed, picking up my pillow and blanket that had fallen off during the night, and flinging them on the bed.

I grabbed his bag off his bed, shoving his textbooks into it.
"Why don't you pack your bag at night? You do this every morning."

"Hey. You're the one who said I should leave everything and go to bed. Literally." He retorted as I pushed his bag into his chest, and he let out an exaggerated oof.

I grabbed the brush off the table, handing it to him as I tugged on his collar, arranging it for him.

"Is this my sweatshirt?" I asked.

"What? No. Why would I wear your clothes? It was in my laundry pile." He responded, scrunching his nose up.

I know it's mine, well, technically, Dad's, I just let it be.

"Whatever. So, do you finally have a date for homecoming?" I asked him as I passed him his jacket.

"No." He replied as he shrugged it on.

"Do you have someone you want to ask?" I asked slowly and he started to blush. "Oooh, you do!" I teased.

"Stop Lis. I don't even think I'm gonna go." He groaned, looking everywhere but at me.

"Have you asked them? Did they reject you? Come on, give me something." I questioned as he walked out of the room, and I followed him.

"No, Lis. I'm sooo late. I'm gonna get detention if I'm any later." He deflected as he grabbed a few toasts and the jar of peanut butter, spreading it messily on the toast.

He shoved it into his mouth, chewing hurriedly.

"Camyoumakdatspishyrishpordima? Uhllteyouamytimgyouwat. Bye. Love you." He rushed and before I could even comprehend what the fuck he just said, he was out the door, leaving me in the empty apartment by myself.

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I walked across the street, a sandwich in hand, humming some random '80s song that had been stuck in my head. Fucking PJ and his taste in music.