*DISCONTINUED* Just a Small Town Girl (Peter Parker/Spider-Man x Reader)

Do You Want To? *SMUT*

Sorry about the short chapter/filler last time. I didn't have much time but felt like I had to update. Anyways, here we go with the smut....

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     I finished my last period of the day and walked over to my locker. I unlocked it and grabbed my stuff. I closed it, then I felt someone walk up behind me. They suddenly wrapped there arms around my waist. I giggled and turned around to see Peter with the biggest grin on his face. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. "What's got you so happy?" I asked him, retorting his smile.

     "Well, Aunt May won't be home tonight, so I was wondering if you wanted to come over?" I chuckled. "Of course. What would we do?" He bit his lip nervously. "Well, I have something planned for us to do." "And what would that be?" I questioned, leaning in towards his face. "That, my love, is a surprise." I drew a sharp breath. "God, I love it when you call me that." He smirked and leaned in for a kiss. I moved with him, and kissed with all the passion I could muster. We kissed for a couple minutes before he pulled away and grabbed my hand. "We better be going..." He paused and leaned into my ear. "...doll." He pulled back and smirk at me as I felt my face heat up.

     We started walking and stopped by his locker. He grabbed his stuff, and we continued on home. As we walked, I noticed a bunch of different kinds of people. I never had really taken any time to examine the kinds of people in Queens. First off, there where hobos, and lots of them. Many begging, some looking like they can't last another day, but still trudge on. Ones who were clearly fake, with shit tons of expensive clothes like yeezy's, and with tattoos, or even a phone. Then there were the true ones, with families, animals, or all alone, and some veterans.

     Next, there were the teenagers. They were at the coffee shops and fast food places directly after school. All wearing clothes that were'in' even though I thought most off these clothes were terrible. All with boyfriends, girlfriends, and especially third wheelers. There were the jocks with there Letterman jackets from other schools, the basic white bitches, aka "The mean girls." Then there were the grungy emos, who all tried to be different from the crowd, but in groups, you couldn't tell them apart. Lastly, the nerds and fangirls/fanboys. The group I hung out with the most. The kind that gets bullied, tease, and even beaten up.but they still stood, all together.

     Then, there were the casuals. The flower shop owners, fast food workers, and artisans. These I labeled as the independents. They had self pride, and tried hard to get to the top, to support their families, and try and be happy. Not all were like this, but I could tell from just looking at most, they truly valued their lives, and the lives of others. They were everywhere. They made up most of Queens.

     Lastly, there were the rich, the ones who walked past the ones who needed help, and didn't even look their way. The were mainly office workers and entrepreneurs. They only cared for them selves, and didn't give anyone else a chance. Not much can be known about them, because they tend to cover up their feelings with the clothes they wear, and the money they spend. 'Fake cover ups.' as I like to call them. I then turned my attention to where I was walking and noticed that we were almost home.

     Peter and I walked into the lobby, and went to the elevator. The doors closed and Peter pressed the button for our floor. He then swiftly turned around and pushed me against the wall and kissed me. I moaned unwillingly. He groaned in response and then pulled back. He grabbed my hand again and faced forward. I was left breathless. I bit my lip when the door opened and followed Peter out.

     He grabbed his keys out of his backpack, then turned to me. "I need to set some things up, so why don't you wait in your apartment while I do so. You might wanna tell your mom you're staying the night." "Ok." I replied, and got up on my tippy toes and gave him a kiss. I then grabbed my own keys and went into my own apartment. I set my backpack on the couch and turned on the tv.