Idiosyncratic || Peter Parker ||

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(zesty makeout sesh and terrible grammar/spelling - i am v tired and couldn't care less about editing this chapter I AM HECKIN SORRY YALL)

Isabelle had her head buried in her arms sprawled across the bed, her eyes shut as she listened to the calming sounds of Peter scribbling on his notebook beside her. The two were meant to be studying for a Physics test that they were meant to do tomorrow morning. While Peter was taking it seriously, Isabelle was not. On numerous occasions during the afternoon study sessions she would complain about the subject in its entirety, complain about the teacher, complain about how hard it was and not do any actual work.

This was a bad quality in Isabelle, she tended to complain more often than not at even the most minuscule of problems. Peter, however, had grown used to the girls complaining by now and had learned how to tune out knowing she wouldn't die from a lack of attention while he studied. He didn't mind her presence either which helped him concentrate despite her whining and groans of protest. Another bad quality in Isabelle was that no matter how little she studied, somehow, somehow she pulled fairly decent marks out of her ass come the quizzes and tests. This had been the only true thing that irked Peter about her, was that she didn't have to try and that while she might not look all that intelligent she really was a genius if she put her mind to it.

Peter needn't try as hard as he thinks he does either, but to maintain his high marks and top of the class he needed to keep on top of his game which he let slip upon becoming Spider-Man. Isabelle had no part in the slight decline in Peter's marks as she knew not to interfere too much when he studied, like she was right now, napping and out of the way only to provide her boyfriend company despite her unconscious state.

Looking up from his notebook and bringing a hand to his neck to knead out the knot that had formed from being hunched over, he peered at Isabelle's figure beside him, chuckling at the sight and admiring her. Her hair had fanned all over her arms, shielding her sleeping face from his adoring gaze. The apartment was quiet, and that was only due to May being out for the night, leaving the two to fend for themselves for dinner which made Peter nervous, considering a number of times his aunt tried many times to teach the boy how to cook but he simply was hopeless trying to 'whip up' any form of food. And yes, that included toast.

He might be a good crime fighter but Peter Parker was hardly a five-star chef.

Bringing a hand to Isabelle's head, he tried his best to push back her dark hair to look at her face which was smushed comfortably on top of her arms which crossed over one another. "If you sleep now, Issie you won't sleep tonight." Peter's voice was soft and quiet, as to not disturb her too much. She opened one eye, making no attempt at all to move from her fairly comfortable position. "That was rude, I was having nice peaceful thoughts." By peaceful thoughts, she was actually thinking intently about the cancellation of Teen Titans and how that show had very much made her feel not so different with her abilities.

"Right - I find that hard to believe." Peter quipped, rolling his eyes with a sly smile pulling at his lips. Finally, she lifted her head up and adjusted her appearance, pushing stray strands of hair out from her mouth until she felt a long piece stuck in her mouth. "ugh - gross." She mutters, the feeling of the piece of hair getting dragged out of her mouth and discarding it by wiping her hands on Peters bed sheets. "Issie that was disgusting." Peter grimaced, giving her arm a shove, she retaliated by slapping his knee, "you have short hair - you don't have to deal with this mess." Gesturing to her hair, how it cascaded down her shoulders and back like water on a waterfall.

For weeks she had noticed its length, knowing it was too out of control to try and tame with just a simple brush. "No but I still have to deal with your mess - do you know how much hair I find in this room — and don't get me started on the hair in the bathroom," Peter called back to numerous nights and days the two would wake up together in his bed, not necessarily cuddling but her hair was that long that it practically suffocated him - which has happened more times than he'd care to admit.