Imagines By Hufflepuffholland

Was That A Yes?

"So," I rocked back and forth on the heels of my feet as I waited for Peter to grab his books out of his locker.

"So," Peter mimicked my voice and laughed lightly, finally shutting his locker and turning toward me to allow her to finish her sentence.

"Who ya taking to homecoming?" Peter and I had been friends just recently. We were assigned to work on a project together and while I was walking into his room after having been let in by his aunt I accidentally witnessed him taking off his Spider-Man suit. I swore to him my discretion and the event brought us closer, closer than I thought it would. I hadn't noticed Peter before, really, but now that I did he was all I ever saw.

"I don't think I'm going. It sounds lame," His cheeks flared a light pink when I brought up the topic, but having heard him say that he wasn't going made me feel a little better. I wanted to go with him, but at least he wasn't going with anyone else.

"What about you? Who's taking my pretty girl?"

"Your pretty girl?" I smiled at him as he stood up straight from leaning on the lockers, his cheeks a darker shade of pink, almost red.

"N-No, I just meant – well, I mean -,"

"It's fine, Peter. I get it." I laughed, my hand coming up to rest against his chest, pushing him away lightly, but playfully. "I'm not going either. No one's asked me."

"That's hard to believe."

"Is it?"

Peter scoffed before reaching his hand out to mine, I took it gratefully as he entwined our fingers and guided me through the front doors of the school. "Of course it is. You're beautiful. You're – you're you. Who wouldn't want to take you?"

"Apparently you wouldn't."

"What?" He stopped walking as we stepped off the last step from the school building. His eyes were wide and his hand disconnected from mine, making me miss the warmth of it almost immediately. The fall was very cold.

I shrugged before turning to face him. "I mean it's not like you asked me."

"I, uh, I didn't think you wanted me to." His hand came to scratch the back of his neck.

"Why wouldn't I want you to?"

"Because, (Y/N), I'm just Peter."

"But, you're my Peter." I smiled up at him, leaning up to kiss his cheek and grabbing his hand in the process. He was stunned still for a little but I just laughed and continued to drag him to my apartment.

"(Y/N)?" I looked around my room before looking out my window, seeing a certain person sitting on my balcony wearing a blue and red suit.

"Peter?" I whispered, "What are you doing here?"

"Look up."

I furrowed my eyebrows before looking up. Written across the electricity wires in his webbing read, "Sorry this took so long. Homecoming?"

"Peter," before I could say anything else I was rushed back into my room, Peter's hands around my waist and his mask pulled off.

"Before I wuss out, can I kiss you?"

"God, please."

He leaned in and hesitantly pressed his lips against mine, only gaining more confidence when my hands tugged at his hair. He suddenly pulled away, my hands still in his hair and his still around me securely. "Uh, was that a yes to homecoming?"

"You nerd," I leaned in again, my lips barely brushed against his, "it was a hell yes."