His House

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    His room was very small it only fit a twin sized bed and a desk cluttered with books and electronic parts everywhere.

"Sorry for the mess" he said "I have been working on a new project lately."

I looked around the blue room with dim lights. I saw an old clunky computer sitting on his desk.

"Is this the one you made?" I asked.

It was very old but still worked well.

"Yeah it's kinda slow sometimes but it works." He looked at me and smiled.

I didn't realize how attractive he was. Wait did I just say that!?

Trying to ignore what I was thinking I said

"So we should probably get some ideas rolling"

He leaned up against his closest to think of some ideas. I have never felt like this about him before. I feel so nervous about him and the project.

I have never been good at science or any subject for that matter, but he was good at all of them. I don't want him to think I'm stupid.

"How about a soda powered phone charger?" He asked.

Knowing him he could probably build a super computer, but he's trying to keep it simple for me.

"Yeah that sounds cool." I said.

We started working on the project, but ended up making rubber band shooters and throwing paper balls at each other. I finally feel at ease. We are becoming friends.
It was 12:00AM on a Friday and we decided to instead of work on homework to watch "Back to the future"

My dad loves old movies so when Peter said he had never seen it before I insisted we watch it.

After the movie was over I had to leave.

"Let me walk you home it's dark." He insisted.

"Thank you Peter for walking me home."

At this point I couldn't help myself and I kissed him on the cheek. It would've been the lips but I was to scared to do that.

He smiled and we said our goodbyes.

When I went up to my room I saw a silhouette in my window.

It was Spider-man. How did he know were I lived? I opened it up

"what are you doing here?" I asked.

"I wanted to see you." He said.

Why would he want to see me?

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