Not The Same. [Jean x Reader]

Chapter Twenty-Three

You opened up your eyes and groaned, pulling the sheets over your head. You took your hand out from under the sheets and reached towards your phone. You felt around for it. Finding it, you grabbed it and brought it under the sheets.

You turned it on and saw you had a text from Jean:

Hey, Spider-Man.

Today at 7:00 AM

You typed back:

Geez. What time did you get up, Iron-Man?

Jean replied:

6:45 AM. Glad to see you're awake. Finally.

You glared at the screen and put:

Go away.

Jean:

But, I'm not near you. I'd have to do that virtually.

You:

Thanks for figuring that out, Sherlock.

Jean:

Mean. ;(

You:

Stop flattering me.

Jean:

That's hard to do.

You:

Shut up.

Jean:

Make me.

You:

You're asking for it.

Jean:

But I didn't ask.

You:

*facepalm*

Jean:

Do you want to hang out today?

You:

Just us? Or. .?

Jean:

Just us. Not as a date or anything.

You:

Sure. And of course not.

Jean:

Great. What time should I pick you up?

You:

Um.

You glanced at the clock and saw it was 9:00.

Does 10:00 work?

Jean sent:

Yes. See you then.

You typed:

See ya.

Jean texted you:

Oh! The One Direction concert is tonight.

You typed:

Oh, what time?

Jean sent:

Let me check.

7:00. Doors open at 6. We'll want to be there early so we can be in the front row. General admission.

You sent:

Okay. Thank you so much.

Jean: