april •peter parker•

three

"something is not right about it"

When school was over, Peter was waiting for me outside of my last class. We had agreed at lunch that he would keep me company on the way home from now on. I was just thankful because that meant I didn't have to walk fifteen blocks by myself every day.

Peter was standing across the hall, keeping out of the way of all the bustling students as I tried to cross. I never knew there could be so many people in one hallway trying to get somewhere. Eventually I gave up and stayed standing opposite to Peter. Through the crowd, Peter and I made the most random faces at each other, and it wasn't long until the crowds has cleared enough for me to cross and stand next to him.

"I think we should get awards for the ugliest faces known to man," I joked as we began to walk through the halls. For a first day, today wasn't too bad. Peter definitely eased my way in to Midtown High, and meeting Ned was just another plus. The sweet and genuine boy was going to make my days better.

Peter scoffs, "Speak for yourself, I'm a god among boys."

I twisted my body to hit his side with my backpack. "Oh my lord, I apologize," I giggled through my words. "I seem to have lost control of my bag, and it hit you. Please forgive me."

Peter played along and didn't make me look like an idiot. He stopped and rubbed his chin as if he was a thinking man. Peter was such a dorky adorable kid. "I suppose I could forgive you, but only if you accompany me to a coffee shop."

"How could I say no to an offer like that," I linked arms with Peter as he led us on. Glancing at Peter, he was smiling at the ground with a slight blush. He was looking a lot cuter than he did yesterday, but I couldn't tell if it was because he had changed his outfit or because I knew him better.

•••

"You like Iron Man the best?" I asked in disbelief, sipping on my green tea. "I get that he's a super rich genius, but he really only has a suit."

"He saved me once you know, when I was younger," Peter started defensively. I think he was also bragging a little, but that's just my opinion. "He's more than just the suit. To be able to create the suit and the weapons and deal with all the problems that come with being a superhero... he's amazing."

"You might make me barf with this lovey dovey talk, Peter. All I'm saying is that Captain America has nice arms and a great butt. Plus who doesn't love a soldier that fights for what he believes is right. The perfect man right there."

Peter rolled his eyes. "One, it's not lovey dovey talk. He's just my idol. If I grow up to be anyone, I'd want it to be him. Two, looks should not be the reason that Captain America is your favorite hero."

"I don't just like him for looks. He has a great character," I defended my choice. Looks was definitely a strong push towards my favoritism towards the stripped soldier, but he also just seemed like the person you would strive to be. Saving kittens from trees drive to be. "Black Widow is also cool. A kick-ass female superhero with no powers except for her bad-ass spy skills and smarts. That's like the coolest thing since sliced bread."

Peter raised his coffee cup to take a sip. A visible shiver crawled through his body, and I snorted at the grimace on his face. "This coffee is- something is not right about it," he complained. Peter had taken me to none other than Starbucks and ordered something random off the menu. Peter claimed that he came here all the time, but the look on his face as he scanned the menu had me snorting again. I don't even think he knew what he ordered. 

I reached out towards his cup and switched it with my tea. "Try this then," while he tried mine, I took a sip of his what I now knew was a macchiato, not my favorite but I would drink it. "It's just green tea, not poison," I replied to his skeptical look. His face relaxed as he sipped on the iced tea.

"Much better."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. He was going to give me a headache before we even started biology. "I spent my hard earned cash on that drink, so it better be good."

He gave me a gummy smile and continued to sip out of my cup. Pain in my ass.

•••

I hadn't even know Peter for a full twenty-four hours yet, but here I was laying on his bed studying the phases of mitosis. It was weird, I admitted to myself. It's not that I had trust issues or problems making friends, but I had never felt so comfortable around any single person before. To say that Peter Parker was easily my best friend now made my mind whirl. Back in LA, I was the new girl, the one that no one knew because she was from a different state. I had no close friends. There were plenty of people at school that I would talk to throughout the day, but nothing close to what Peter now was. Even Ned was an anomaly to my usual lifestyle.

"Peter, aren't you a little- I don't know- unsettled by how fast we became friends. It's only been twenty two hours since we first met, and here I am laying in your bed," I was exasperated. I didn't know why this was such a problem for me.

Peter shifted in the bed, so it was more comfortable to look at me. With less than a foot of space between us, Peter eyes widened, and he flailed and fell off the bed. There was never a dull moment with him. I rolled my body to the edge and looked over. I felt like Peter was constantly getting hurt. "You are a very clumsy boy, you know. Are you okay?"

Groaning and nodding Peter sat up. I sat crossed legged on the edge of the bed while he stayed spread out on the floor. He shrugged. "I find it a little weird, but I just took that as your personality. I figured you were good at making friends, and I'm always welcoming friends." Peter didn't seem to have a problem like I did. Deciding that I was just over reacting, it calmed my mind.

"You're right, we are just two lovely teenagers that are going to be best friends."

"Yeah best friends," Peter agreed.

Aunt May choose that moment to come in stopping me from asking Peter another question about our relationship.

"Do you kids want to go out for dinner? I just realized that I haven't done any shopping recently, and we are low." Aunt May looked back and forth between Peter and I obviously waiting for answer.

I grabbed my phone from under the barely touched biology books. It was ten past six. My mom hadn't texted or called me, so I assumed she was still at work. There was no point in me going back to an empty apartment with no food; going out to eat sounded like a lovely idea.

"I would love to Mrs. Parker," I gave her an answer. Peter nodded in agreement.

"Just call me May, please. Mrs. Parker makes me old," May smiled.

"Of course, May."

"Well, let's go now before it gets to late," May leaves Peter's room to put on her shoes.

Peter and I follow suit, putting all my books into my bag not willing to make the extra climb to get them after dinner. Maybe that's why Peter seemed to not get tired ever. He had to walk up six flights of stairs everyday.