speak now•peter parker✓

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Grace had gotten used to May's homemade meals. Peter came over her house often, and she came to his even more.

May was an amazing cook, and she had discovered that Grace appreciated her cooking a lot more than Peter, who was much more of a picky eater.

Peter had confessed that he would rather just go out for Chinese food.

May laughed it off, because she loved going out with Peter anyways. Today was one of the days she would make a homemade meal though.

The couple had just finished eating dinner with Peter's aunt, and they traveled to Peter's room, giggling along the way.

"How did she find out you were Spider-Man?" Grace questioned.

"Well, uh, it was kind of an accident. She just walked in on me with the suit half on."

Grace laughed at that. This secret identity was so important to him, yet he let his secret spill so easily and stupidly.

"Idiot," she whispered.

They were sitting on Peter's bed as he turned to her. "What did you just say, Gracie?"

"I called you an idiot, Spider-Boy."

His arms wrapped around her, as they both fell onto the bed. She felt so safe and warm in his arms.

It reminded her of the night Peter accidentally slept over as Spider-Man. He was so weak and she was just so tired, that it just happened.

Since he was masked, Spider-Man technically was a stranger. But he never felt like one to Grace. And she understood why. Someone like Peter could never be a stranger to her.

He was the person she had always wanted to be with. Peter was always the one for her. Even if she didn't truly know his identity at the time she could just feel that he was someone she loved.

For a moment, they just stared into each other's brown eyes.

"And it's Spider-Man," he corrected, gently playing with strands of her hair.

"Yeah, but I think Spider-Boy suits you better. You're not a man."

Grace giggled, bringing a smile to Peter's face.

"Do you want to stay over tonight? I mean, I kinda owe you after that one time-"

"Wouldn't May kill you? And wouldn't my parents kill me?" Grace asked, concerned.

"I'm sure it will be okay, baby. May would rather me be here with you than be out fighting bad guys.

Grace thought of her parents. They might be a little concerned that she was staying over at a boy's house. But they trusted her, and they trusted Peter.

She couldn't see how anyone looked at Peter and saw anything but innocence and sweetness. He would never hurt her.

The only time he really did was unintentionally. And that was when he was with MJ. And to her current knowledge, Peter was never truly interested in MJ anyways. It was kind of like his little crush on Liz in sophomore year. He quickly realized that was just a small crush that didn't even last a month.

"Alright, Pete. I'm comfy anyways."

Grace snuggled closer to him, feeling secure both in his arms, and in one of the T-Shirts he had lended her.

Never in her life did she think she would be laying here with him. And Grace never thought she would have found someone like this to love. Someone just so perfect.

His hands were still in her hair, and she just let it happen. Grace was tired, and she could feel herself beginning to fall asleep.

Grace honestly didn't want to. She wanted to keep talking with Peter. To keep talking about everything...

Her eyelids were shutting.

"Good night, Gracie," Peter whispered.