Along Came A Spidey

CHAPTER 16

This is almost all fluff.

A couple of weeks later~

"How you holding up?" Peter asked me as I watched Michelle sit and sketch alone. All of my friends had sided with me. I don't blame them but I do feel sorry for her. I missed her so much. I needed someone to rag on Betty with, someone who gave me art for my stories, someone who I knew would always be up for feminine convos. Betty is my bestie too, but for different reasons.

We were in detention again. Just one more day. I didn't get more detention for punching Flash at the dance. He was too scared probably to complain.

"You don't need to ask me that every day. And I'm holding up." I rolled my eyes. But inside, my heart was warmed by his thoughtfulness and caring personality.

"Can I interest you in some cheesy pick up lines to make you feel better?" He looked so eager, I couldn't say no.

"Are you from Russia?" He looked like a little toddler, smiling and giggling and beaming.

"Nope." I was not giving him anything.

"You sure? Cuz you're Russian my heart beat!" He ended with a laugh.

"That was horrible. Please continue. I'm not gonna interrupt." I laughed just to get it all out of my system.

He took a deep breath and started reciting. 

"Is your body from McDonald's? Cause I'm loving it!

Roses are red, my face is too, that only happens when I'm around you

Roses are red, I have a crush, whenever I'm around you, all I do is blush.

Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile.

Is your name Ariel? Cause we Mermaid for each other!

You know what's beautiful? Read the first word.

Do you have a name or can I call you mine?

Guess what I'm wearing? The smile you gave me!

Can I follow you? Cause my mom told me to follow my dreams.

Roses are red, violets are blue, lava is hot and so are you."

Laughing beforehand didn't help. I was still rolling around laughing.

"Peter, if I wasn't so horribly self conscious and the fact that we've been dating a month and a half, I'd say I love you."

"I got a last one. Then you may praise my creativity. Here goes: Did it hurt?"

Ooh, I knew this one. "Let me guess, when I fell from heaven?" I smirked. I was so sure that was it.

"No! When you fell for me! I knew you were gonna say the heaven thing so I changed it." He was so proud.

"You're the biggest dork there is. You're lucky chicks dig that." I smiled as I kissed his cheek. Being with Peter always made me forget my worries. He was a drug I was addicted to but that would never ever harm me.

"Hey, can I ask you a favour?" 

"What favour? Anything dangerous?" I asked.

He rolled his eyes. "Don't be silly. One of my old friends is coming over to Queens. We keep in touch and when I told him about you, he just had to meet you." He looked giddy.

"I'll meet him, of course I will. Do I know him?" I knew all of Peter's friends. He doesn't have many.

"I don't think so. He moved to Manhattan almost a year before you came. His name's Harry Osborn." Peter said, munching chips loudly, eliciting a 'Quiet!' from the warden.

"Osborn....any relation to Norman Osborn?" The name did sound familiar.(imagine Harry played by Harrison Osterfield)

"Yeah, his son." He nodded.

"Does Tony know his beloved protégé is good friends with his enemy's son? Oh, I sense a Romeo and Juliet storyline coming." I teased.

"You're the dork, Reza."

3rd Person POV~

And that was why Sanya and Peter were sitting in a fancy restaurant on Friday.

"We're not paying for this, right?" Sanya asked wide eyed at the price of each food.

"Oh, god no. I couldn't afford the water. Harry's paying." Peter looked horrified at the suggestion.

"Hey, Peter!" A voice sounded and a tall, lean, dirty blond young man joined them at their table.

"Harry, dude. Long time no see." They did their awkward bro hug.

"This must be the special chica?" He smiled down at her.

"Yeah, I'm-I'm Sanya." She looked rather flustered.

He held her hand and kissed it, saying,"Enchanté, Mademoiselle." 

"Bonjour, Monsieur." Sanya looked so proud of herself for knowing the little French she knew.

"I didn't know you know French." Peter crossed his arms, looking annoyed.

She grinned. "Barely." And then went back to talking with Harry.

Peter felt a little jealousy bubble up in his chest as they both talked away the entire night. He was barely included in the conversation! He wondered if he could get Vision to whisk Harry away somewhere, preferably to Antarctica. He glared at both of them, who didn't notice. He balled his fists and continued to pick at his food, staring moodily into space. It felt like a very big and annoying frog was jumping in his chest.

"This is what jealousy feels like." He thought.

Suddenly, Harry got up. 

"I have to go. I have to be back in Manhattan by 11. Peter, come over whenever you're in the Big Apple. Same for you, gorgeous. It was an honour and a pleasure to meet you." He smiled at her as he kissed her cheek, making her blush.

Peter's jealousy reached boiling point at that moment  and it was reciting the entire periodic table that kept him cool. Or at least, kept him from webbing Harry back to Manhattan.

"See ya!" Harry high fived Peter and walked away.

"Let's go." Peter says emotionlessly.

Peter and Sanya walked home together but he had not said a single word. In sheer desperation, she said the lamest thing she could say. "Nice weather we're-oh!" The last part was because Peter had pinned her to a wall.

He had both hands on her head. "Pete, what are-" She was cut off by Peter's lips attacking her own. He kissed her with so much passion and fervour that all coherent train of thought was extinguished and she felt lightheaded. She ran her hands through his hair as he continued to kiss her with more and more passion.

She moaned a little from his touch (writing this was super awkward) and that led him to swipe his tongue across her lips. He then pulled away from her to let her breathe. His lips were tinted red and her lipstick was smudged a little. Her cheeks were completely on fire.

"What the hell was that for? Not that I didn't like it..." Sanya exclaimed.

"You're mine. Only, only mine." He simply said and then resumed their previous activity.

Sanya's POV~

A possessive and jealous Peter Parker is the hottest and most forward and turn on-y of all humans. Oh, I can't stop thinking about that without feeling tingly all over. And I literally can't stop thinking about it.

Help, this is the third time I'm updating TODAY. What the hell is wrong with me?