"Look at this man!" You say scrolling on Google of pictures of Tom Holland. "Isint he cute?" You say sitting on your best friend, Peter's bed. He doesn't respond. "Pete?" You say. "Yeah, yeah," he says focusing on his homework. "Are you doing freaking homework?" You ask him. "Yes." He says. "Come on! I came over here to have fun. Not to do homework. And it's Friday anyway!" You day and lay down with your hands in the air. "Do you wanna go to Flash's party?" You ask him. "Hell no!" He says. You laugh, because Flash has not shut up about how 'Spider-Man' is coming to his party. "That proves that Flash is full of shit," you say. "But look at this!" You say showing him this picture of Tom Holland.
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(But like damn^)
"I know hotter people," he mutters. "Who?" You ask. "O-oh you heard that," he says. "Who?" You ask. "I dunno, you?" He says. You sit there in complete shock. "Peter," you say. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have, I'm so-" but he is cut off by a kiss. "I know someone cuter," you say. "Who?" Peter asks. "Flash," you say. He looks at you in disappointment. "Peter, It's you!" You laugh and kiss him again.
