Tom Holland/ Peter Parker Imagines

Don't Read and Swim// Tom

I sat on a lounge chair next to Zendaya around the pool just having random conversations about the first thing that popped into our head while the boys played basketball in the pool.

I played with the edge of my hoodie as Daya spoke, catching my attention, "How are you even wearing a hoodie right now? It's like 90 degrees outside right now."

I looked down at my hands and shrugged, "I'm wearing shorts." I laughed as I pointed at my bare legs.

She laughed along before throwing her arms out saying, "But still, I'm just sitting here in a T-shirt and I'm dying!"

I looked up at the sky, closing my eyes at the harsh sunlight, enjoying the heat that warmed my face, I mumbled, "I'm good."

A frustrated shout from the pool caught our attention, "Tom! Stop! It's mine!" Poor little Paddy yelled as his older brother tried to rip the volleyball from his grip.

"Y/N! Help me!" Tom groaned as he tried pulling the ball again.

"Nah, I'm good up here," patting the chair, "It's nice and dry." I chucked, looking back at Daya, who had her eyebrows raised in my direction.

In reaction to her own eyebrows, I furrowed mine, "What?"

She shook her head at me, "He likes you so much."

Still completely confused I asked, "Yeah, we established that last week."

Last week, Zendaya had ran into my trailer huffing and puffing, and with her hands on her knees as she tried to form sentences. Making her stop, I gave her a water bottle to try and catch her breath back. "I overheard Harrison and Tom talking in Tom's trailer," big deep breath, "and they were talking about you," another breath, "and I heard Tom say that he really likes you."

"He's trying really hard to catch your attention," Daya said, she truly supports the idea of Tom and me, so much to say that she ships us.

"No," I said aggravated, "He's trying to get me and my hair wet."

"Y/N, when will you truly believe that that amazing and amazingly attractive male really truly likes you and wants to have a relationship with you?" Daya asked so seriously that it made me raise my eyebrows and look over at Tom.

He was still wrestling with his little brother over the volleyball with a grin that just glows happiness.

"When he smiles at me like that," I seriously answered back, "You tell me that he's head over heels for me and all he ever does it pull pranks on me and piss me off."

Daya put her head in her hands and sighed, "That's boys do when they like you!"

"I know, Daya, I know boy 101. I know guys like to push buttons and get you annoyed, but that's literally all he does, I mean, there hasn't even been one nice conversation."

"He doesn't want to get stuck in the friend zone," she explained.

"But does he wanted me to hate him instead?" I tried as I pulled my book out and lean back against the chair.

"I guess you have a point there," she lets the conversation die out and pulled her sunglasses down from her hair, stretching out on the chair.