Spider-Man Imagines

Not That Girl (part four) | Peter Parker (TH)

if y'all would just pay attention to my notes at the beginning of every imagine, you'd know that i have every intention to write several more parts in this series. you don't have to ask (although i'm super happy and surprised you all like this story so much!)

& also i feel like i need to make a point and say this. so many of you comment about how relatable this story is and how much you wish you had a peter or a ned or a flash and you know what, me too. but girls!!! don't!!! settle for just anyone!!! y'all deserve the whole WORLD no matter your weight, height, skin color, hair color, popularity level... WHATEVER YOU LOOK LIKE, you deserve someone who will look at you and see the entire WORLD.

there's someone out there for you. don't worry about finding him, don't date around in search for him. he will come when the time is right and he will exceed all of your expectations!!

y'all are gorgeous no matter what you think. i love you guys!!

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Your mom drove you to school after a stop for donuts. You chewed on yours quietly, a cup of vanilla coffee in your other hand. She kept taking glances at you as she drove. You knew it was just because she was worried about you.

"So what's the theme for the dance?" she asked.

"Eighties," you said, wiping glaze off of your fingers. Your heart was aching again, thinking of Peter and Ned. "But I'm not going, Mom."

"Aw, baby, why?" she asked. "You had a fight with Ned and Peter, didn't you? Oh, what did those boys do? Boys are mean, sometimes, I'm telling you-"

"It was me, Mom. I screwed up. I decided to have a crush on Peter and now he hates me. I made things so weird and there's no fixing them." You sighed. "Honestly, I need to find new friends."

"No friends can replace them," she said matter-of-factly. She shrugged. "And I'm sorry, baby, if that's not what you want to hear, but those boys are rare."

"Mom," you whined.

"They are," she insisted, "and that's why you like Peter so much. I wasn't exaggerating when I talked about how kind he was. In fact, I wholeheartedly believe he'll be running right back to you today. Don't give up on him, sweetheart, and don't give up on yourself, either."

"He doesn't like me back, Mom," you said. You couldn't look at her anymore.

"You know, time has a way of changing things," she said, "and so does circumstance. Don't give up just yet. If you like that boy, you show him."

"I do like him," you said. You smiled for a split second, before dropping it and looking at her. "But-"

"I know," she said. "He let you down. It hurts. I get it, but he'll apologize, I'm telling you."

She pulled up to the school. You unbuckled your seatbelt and grabbed your coffee and backpack. "Thanks, Mom. Love you," you said, opening the door.