Tom Holland Imagines

Peter Parker; Jealousy

This is for the peeps that didnt want the last one!!

''Do you like anybody?'' Peter asked you as you watched TV.
You looked at him and furrowed your brows, not really knowing why he was asking that.
You did like him, but you weren't going to tell him. You didn't want to neither embarrass yourself, not make things between the both of you uncomfortable.
''No'' you told him. ''Why?''
''Just curious'' he answered, his gaze fixated on the TV.
You let it pass for a few minutes, but curiosity took the best of you.
''And you?'' you asked him.
''Me what?'' he asked, looking at you.
''Do you like anyone?'' you said. You didn't know what you wanted his answer to be -if he did and it was somebody who wasn't you, or if he didn't, and at least you wouldn't have to live with the fact that there was somebody he liked better than you.
''Oh'' he told you. ''I do'' he whispered, making your heart beat faster. You wanted to cry, but you knew you couldn't. ''It's Liz. Liz Allan, I mean.''
You felt your heart break into a million pieces -it was obviously going to be her. Every boy at your school was in love with her. She was pretty, funny, and she knew how to flirt.
''Oh'' you muttered. You returned your attention to the TV, not wanting to keep talking about that.
You felt Peter's eyes on you, but you didn't give it much thought as you kept listening to what Ted and Barney were saying, trying not to focus on the sound your heart was making as it broke. You had liked him for years, and you had been stupid enough to think there was a chance he would like you back.
''[Y/N],'' he said, making you look at him ''I lied'' he told you. You furrowed your brows, not understanding what he meant. ''I don't like Liz. I do like somebody, but not Liz'' he said. You didn't want to get your hopes up, but you didn't understand why he had lied in the first place. ''I just... I told you that to, you know, make you jealous. I thought you would be mad or something. I'm sorry'' he told you, looking at his hands and avoiding your gaze.
''Why would you want me to be jealous?'' you asked him. You didn't want to make assumptions just yet, in fear that it would be just a joke.
''Because I like you'' he told you, finally looking at you. ''I've liked you for a long time now and I finally got the courage to tell you, and now I think I'm going to throw up, because I can't stand rejection.''
You opened your eyes and smiled, quickly jumping over to him and kissing him softly.
''I don't know what rejection you are talking about'' you told him as you kissed him again, both of you smiling into the kiss.