✔️ Tom Holland Imagines

Ain't My Thing

Summary: Y/n has moved from Georgia, Atlanta to Queens New York... Maybe things wouldn't be too bad due to a certain brown eyed and curly headed boy...

Requested: No

Word Count: 1.8k+

Warning(s)?: Teen Angst, Swearing, Party (if that's warning idk), fLUFFF

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Ain't My Thing

Peter's pov#

"We really shouldn't be here..." I muttered to Ned, staring at the huge house in front of us. It was practically bursting at the seams with drunk filled teenagers. Parties... we never got invited so how do we even know if they are our scene? Highly doubtful...

"What helps with stress is going to a party... Unless you go to the party" Ned responds back leaving me slightly confused. Instead he just pulls on my sleeve practically dragging me towards the front door.

"We really shouldn't be here..." I try again but seem to fail. The door opens where Liz stood with a smile across her face.

"Hey guys!" She greets happily noticing us.

"Cool hat Ned" She says to Ned, admiring his outfit. He gives me sideways glance, not believing that she just complimented him.

"Thanks Liz!" He replies over-the-top happy but I let it slide. Instead I hide my head in my hands trying not to laugh. Ned has had a crush on Liz since pretty much preschool and he always seemed to make a fool of himself in front of her. Like I did any better...

I felt an elbow to my rib. I jolt up and mutter out an 'ouch', sending a glare towards Ned. He happily returns it.

"There's pizza and drinks... help yourself" she said, eyeing Ned one more time before turning around to leave with a smile. I just turn to Ned and shake my head, letting a smile grow across my lips.

"Don't even start..." Ned mumbles out, heading over to the drinks table.

"I didn't say anything!" I call out mockingly before following him.

Y/N's pov#

You sighed, spinning the liquid in your cup around in a circular motion. To say you were bored would be an understatement. Parties were never really your thing but you found it was usually a good excuse to get out of the house for a little while. Your parents worked late so often they didn't need to know.

You left where you stood and walked over to the drink's table, deciding to turn in your sour-tasting beer for just some coca-cola. You began to pour some into your cup after pouring out the remains of the beer into the sink. The party was held at your best friends Liz's house, it was all a hoax actually to see if 'he' would come.

You couldn't help but to laugh at your foolish friends antics. She was like the most popular girl ion school, all she had to go was walk about to the guy and bam, he was hers. You were popular as well by default but kept out of the limelight as much as possible. Popularity wasn't your thing either, in fact... did you even have a thing?

"Penis Parker!" You heard Flash begin to call out over the microphone. You sighed and placed your cup down on to the table. Not again. Without even thinking you turned around and made your way past two nerds who stood in front of you.

"Excuse me" You said politely as you made your way past them. You walked outside and over towards flash, a frown beginning to etch over your face. In all honesty you were sick of his tormenting. It was growing an old and in fact, quiet annoying.