Peter Parker/Tom Holland Imagines

Studying, more like StuDYING!

"Hey (Y/N)! Are you still coming over later, after school?" I turned from putting things in my locker and scanned the crowd for the source of the voice, otherwise known as my best friend.

"God Pete, why don't you yell it for the whole school to hear?" I yelled back, smirking as I finally found his face amongst all the others, slowly making his way towards me, fighting against the current that is the school hallways during passing period.

He finally reached my locker, grinning slightly maniacally. "But, (Y/N)! Don't you want someone to know where you are in case I snap and go crazy or something?"

I rolled my eyes at him, turning back to my locker and grabbing my textbook for my last class. "Oh no Peter, I'm oh so worried about you going crazy." I slammed my locker door shut and turned back to face him.

"Hey, what is that supposed to mean?" Peter muttered indignantly.

I snorted at the look on his face and took pity on him. "Don't worry Peter. I'm not worried about you going crazy cause I'm already crazy."

He looked at me, a smirk creeping back on his face. "Damn right you are," he said slinging one arm over my shoulders as we started walking to our last class of the day, not to mention my personal hell, AP Calculus.

BRNGGGGGGGGG

My head shot up from it's resting place on my desk. I had laid my head down when the derivatives and absolute extrema equations started dancing in circles around my head. The bell, however, signaled an end to my torture. I quickly grabbed all my papers and shoved them into my bag, and Peter and I left the classroom.

As soon as we exited the school, I flung my arms in the air, almost hitting Peter in the face as I shouted joyfully. "Master has given (Y/N) the weekend! (Y/N) is freeeeeeeeeee!"

"Would you calm down you nerd, school isn't that bad," Peter laughed, grabbing my wrist so that I didn't whack him in the face again.

"Nuh, uh, school is horrible, and I'm never going back there ever," I pouted as I stopped walking, crossing my arms petulantly, like a child.

Pete snorted, glancing back at me. "Yeah, sure (Y/N), you're never coming back... until Monday morning when your charming best friend bangs on your front door telling you to hurry up."

"Damn you, Peter Benjamin Parker," I growled, glaring slightly at him from the corner of my eye, but unable to stop a smile from forming on my lips.

I caught up with Peter so that we were walking side by side again. Since we lived in the same apartment building, it made sense to walk home together, but I was glad that I was going to Pete's house, since my dad was out of town on a business trip, and wasn't going to be home for the next week. In all likelihood, I would spend the night at Peter's apartment, like I did most of the time my dad was gone, which was a lot.

Ever since a burglar broke into our apartment and killed my mom while trying to rob us, I've never felt super comfortable spending the night alone in the house. Granted, my mom's death was almost eight years ago, but it still made me a little uncomfortable. I was lucky to have met a friend like Peter.

The walk to our building wasn't a long one, and in no time we were making our way up the steps to the 3rd floor, where both of our apartments were. Pete and I just bypassed my apartment and went straight to his. As Pete opened the door, his Aunt May's voice rang out from inside.

"Peter honey, is that you?"

I grinned at the sound of her voice. Aunt May was like a second parent, and I loved her to death. Needless to say, she loved me too.