Spider-Man Imagines

Just Close Enough (part five) | Peter Parker (TH)

last part. i love this series, but i need to finish up Halloween requests before Halloween comes!

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Ever since Peter Parker had seen you on the street, he couldn't stop thinking about you. How lucky was he to have had the prettiest girl in Queens steal his backpack?

He opened his locker, nodding along to Ned as he babbled on and on about Star Wars and Star Trek. He was used to his friend mumbling things that went right over his head.

As Peter swapped his Biology book for Spanish, he glanced at the stack of papers, notebooks, novels, and textbooks that all had your name written in them.

Before the wreck, they were in your arms. When he grabbed you and swung you out of the way of the car, you had dropped them, scattering them all over the street. He had picked nearly all of them up and saved what he could.

He smiled to himself, thinking of how you called out that you wanted to see him again.

"Pete," Ned said, punching his arm lightly. "Dude."

"S-Sorry," Peter said, looking at Ned, lips pressing into a tight line. "What were you saying?"

Ned huffed, a strand of hair sliding onto his forehead. He rolled his eyes and reached into Peter's locker, snatching the novel that sat on top of the stack.

"What's this?" he asked, turning it in his hands. "Um, since when do you read young adult romance?"

"I don't," he said, taking the book back, "and be careful! It's that girl's and I think she keeps her books in perfect condition." He smiled thoughtfully, dragging his finger down the perfect spine of the book.

Ned nodded slowly. "Oh... 'kay. You're creepy."

Peter glared at him. "I am not." He dropped the book back into the locker and shut it. "I'm going to give it all back to her."

"And then what?" Ned asked.

Peter shrugged.

And then what? He had made the conscious decision to not bring you your stuff the last time he saw you because he knew he would never see you again.

And everything had fallen in place in such a way that he just believed you were meant to be around him.

"I... guess we'll see what happens," he said.

"You're an idiot, Peter," Ned told him.

Peter smiled. "Thanks, man."

Ned walked off, muttering something about a Spanish quiz. Peter turned around and headed for a water fountain. He held his books in one hand and leaned down to sip the stream of lukewarm water. Lifting away from it, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Peter."

He jumped, turning around and half expecting to see a teacher standing in front of him, scolding him for skipping yet another detention (he'd skipped three this month alone).

But instead it was you, standing with your hands wringing nervously in front of you, your teeth nibbling your bottom lip.

"You actually came," he said, a smile creeping up on his face.

"Yeah," you said a little breathlessly.

"Wow, um," he held out his hand and gestured to you. "You look- I mean - it's, uh, it's good to see you!"

"You, too," you said. "You said you had something of mine and I just came to get it. Whatever it is."

"Oh. Right," he said. "The... the stuff." He ran back to his locker, looking back to make sure you were following. When he saw that you were, he put his combination in and yanked the door open. "I, uh, grabbed these after the wreck."

He grabbed all of the books and papers and turned around. You smiled when you saw them. He watched your face, unable to comprehend how he had pulled all this off. You had come to his school.

"Oh my gosh!" you exclaimed. "My book! My homework! Oh thank goodness - I was so worried about my grades dropping because I lost all this stuff-" You took it all from him.

"Yeah, I grabbed what I could," he said, scratching the side of his head. "I don't know if it's all there but... anyway." He fiddled with the end of his sleeve. "I, uh, looked at your drawings and stuff. They're really good. Sorry if that bothers you or whatever-"

"Oh, no! That's sweet of you." You grinned. "I really like to draw when the days are long, and since we're in high school, that's every day."

He laughed. "Yeah, it is."

"Well, thanks for this," you said. "I-"

"I need to be honest and straight with you," he blurted, holding his hands out. He curled his fingers in and licked his lips. "I, uh, didn't really grab this stuff to be nice - not like I'm not nice or anything - but I-I just did it to see you... because I really wanted to see you again."

"Really?"

"Yeah," he said. "I think you're really nice and you're pretty and I know you didn't meant to steal my backpack, so you're not a bad person-"

You laughed again. "No, I'm not a bad person."

"So I just think that it would be really, really awesome if you and I could hang out sometime soon."

"Totally," you said.

He nodded. "Okay, totally! Do you like pizza? Because I know this awesome pizza place down on Fifth-"

"I love pizza," you replied, nodding with him.

"Awesome. Are you free-"

"I'm free on Friday," you said quickly.

"Oh cool. Me too," he said.

"Cool," you replied.

His face turned red. Were you as lost in his eyes as he was in yours? Because both of you were awkwardly staring at one another, close enough to almost touch.

"I'll," he paused, eyes shifting from one to the other, "I'll give you my phone number."

"Okay," you whispered.

"And I'll see you soon," he continued.

"Definitely."

His heart was in his throat as he took your phone from you and added himself as a new contact. When he handed it to you, his fingers brushed yours and he stiffened, his heartbeat going at a pace so much faster than what was healthy. He stared at you with wide, dazzled eyes.

"Great."

"Great!" you said.

"So we have a date," he said.

"Uh-huh," you responded.

"Awesome," he said. "So I'll see you."

"I'll see you-"

"Later."

"Later."

"Bye!" you blurted, turning on your heels. You waved and hurried off, leaving Peter in a mostly empty hallway, his brown eyes softening as he watched you.

Peter didn't move for a minute.

"Who was that?" a new voice, Michelle, said.

"My girlfriend," Peter replied proudly, and he grinned.

Michelle nodded. "Cool. You're an idiot, though, Parker. Stop gawking." She walked by him and purposefully hit his shoulder.

He didn't stop gawking.