Spider-Man Imagines

I Shouldn't Stay | Peter Parker (TM)

so im on the hunt for more books to read because im running low again. i typically only read young adult romances, so do any of you have any recommendations? ik john green has a new novel coming out October 10th but i don't know what it's about.

anyway, I'd love some recommendations!!

this takes place during spider-man 3. more tobey, yay!!!

requested by Pandalion23

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You had heard from MJ, your best friend, that Peter had been acting strange. She had called you after a particularly weird incident of him being almost cold to her. You found it hard to believe that Peter Parker was cold to anybody, let alone his girlfriend that he clearly loved a lot.

"I'll check on him, MJ," you said, carrying a bag of groceries in your hand. "I'll be passing by his apartment anyway."

"Good luck," she grumbled. By the way she sounded, you knew she had been crying. "You'll definitely need it. He's being that difficult. I've never seen him like this."

"Don't worry about it," you sighed. "He's probably just having a bad day. Maybe something happened at work or something. Anyway, he'll be apologizing by midnight by the time I'm done scolding him."

She laughed a little. "Thanks, ___. You rock."

"You're welcome," you said. "Talk to you later, MJ." You hung up and sighed again, this time allowing your shoulders to deflate.

Ever since senior year, you had been in love with Peter Parker. You had done everything in your power to move on from him, from dating other guys to trying to cut him out of your life, but you always wound up beside him again, blushing when he called you by your nickname.

Peter had always been in love with MJ. You never stood a chance and you knew it.

You weren't even sure what kept you in Queens. It wasn't like you had family there anymore, or a nice job or a boyfriend. You were almost wasting it all for Peter Parker, the boy that risked his life every day and unknowingly left you worried sick every night.

You walked up to Peter's apartment building and started up the dingy looking stairs. The whole building needed a nice touch up but wouldn't be getting one anytime soon, especially because Peter rarely paid his rent.

You knocked on Peter's door and heard a long, drawn out sigh. Then a mumbled, "Come on in."

You opened the door and stepped inside. Peter was sitting at his desk by the window, arms crossed over his chest.

"MJ, we can fight about this later," he said, his voice distant. "I really don't want to hear it-" He turned around in his chair and saw you. "Oh. What are you doing here?"

"Just stopping by," you said. You raised your eyebrows. "So you're really fighting with MJ?"

He scoffed. "Like it's any of your business," he said.

You blinked. "I didn't say it was," you replied. "Are you okay? Wanna talk about it?" You sat the bag of groceries down on the bed and lowered yourself onto the mattress, kicking off your slip on sneakers and tucking your feet in.