(First: ^Look at this smol bean)
(Disclaimer: totally non-canon. Completely made-up. I haven't seen the Spider-Man movie and this doesn't even fit the trailer)
"You do know this is a terrible idea, right?" You turned to your best friend, Peter Parker, as he hiked his bag up higher onto his shoulders, staring intently at Midtown High's "It Girl", Liz Allen.
"Doubt is the biggest dream killer," he argued.
"Actually, hold this." He handed you his backpack as Ned gave him a thumbs-up and a smile.
"You haven't even said more than two words to her before now. Shouldn't you, you know, work up to it?" You folded your arms.
Michelle appeared behind the three of you.
"She's got a point, Parker. Girls don't usually say yes to a guy automatically."
"Unless he's hot," you piped in.
"Or rich," Michelle added.
"Or both," Ned agreed.
He turned to the three of you, his jaw clenching and a desperate look in his eyes.
"Come on, guys! Can't you support me for this? I'm nervous enough as it is, even without my three best friends shooting me down."
You rolled your eyes.
"You're right, Peter. We're sorry. Go confess your love for the most popular girl in school, in front of the whole school, and we'll watch because we love a perfect lamb to the slaughter. Go on, go ahead." You shooed him sarcastically.
He groaned when Michelle laughed.
"Please guys?"
You sighed before you patted him on the back.
"Fine, Peter. Go." You turned and grabbed his flowers from off of the table behind you.
"Don't forget these."
Michelle and Ned both clapped him on the back.
"Let's go, Lover Boy."
"You've got this, Peter."
"Really?" He turned and looked back at the three of you.
"No," you all said in unison.
"But," Michelle started.
"We'll support you," Ned finished.
Peter gave his heart-warming crooked smile before all three of you pushed him towards Liz's table.
Michelle got out her phone to record it, but you and Ned both looked at her disapprovingly.
"What?" She shrugged.
"We'll need to pinpoint the exact moment everything went wrong for next time."
"If there is a next time," you muttered.
Peter made it to Liz and tapped her shoulder.
She turned from her group of friends and immediately whispers started.
You couldn't read lips but you knew he was asking her to go out with him next Friday. He pulled out the bouquet from behind his back and a look of shock came over the closest people's faces.
You saw it in Liz's eyes: she had a choice. She could totally humiliate Peter by laughing at his face or pushing him away or loudly declaring her disgust, or she could quietly take him aside and politely decline his offer. But you could tell that either way she didn't want to say yes.
