I squint my eyes open as the morning sun streams through the gaps in my curtains. I try and sit up but something has me pinned to the bed. I tilt my head downwards and see a pale arm stretched across me. I smile as the memories of last night come flooding back into my mind. I'm all in.
The sound of footsteps becomes increases as the seconds tick by. Oh crap.
I nudge Peter but he only moans and results to tucking me into his side, and I would be all for snuggling if only someone wasn't heading towards us right this second. I manage to release one of my arms from his hold and slap him on the back in turn. His eyes snap open.
"Someone's coming." I whisper loudly. My heart rate increases. Oh god I'm in trouble.
He immediately releases me and I jump up, grab a pillow and manage to slip between the door and doorframe before my Dad gets in. I rest a hand on the inside doorknob of my room, trying to narrow the space of my door being open.
"Good morning, Dad." I smile brightly.
"Good morning, Pumpkin." He replies, dressed in a suit with a mug in one hand.
His eyes start to scan my room and the panicking increases. I need to think of something to say. Come on, Gwen.
"Isthatforme?" I blurt out quickly, indicating the mug in his hand, which smells suspiciously of hot chocolate.
Dad looks down at his hand and then back up to me and smiles. "It sure is. I know how hard you have been working and I haven't seen you properly recently," he sticks the mug out to me and I accept it gratefully. "So I wanted to give you some hot coco before I leave for work." Good, he's distracted.
"Thank you, Dad," I smile and he kisses my forehead once while I wrap my free hand around his back. "Have a good day."
"Have a good day at school, pumpkin." He returns the hug and walks away.
I let out a breath and turn around shutting my door behind me.
Peter's not on the bed but seconds later I hear the shower turn on in my bathroom.
I remove the towels from my bed and ditch the duvet cover replacing it with a new one and in record time Peter is walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair is wet. Oh. I drag my eyes up his body, past the stomach, up his slim chest that has small drops of water across it and lock eyes with his warm brown ones. He grins.
As I walk past him to take a shower I hit his butt and say, "Go put some clothes on, Parker."
Once I'm dressed I reenter my bedroom and Peter is sitting at my desk tapping his fingers along the wood, staring intently at the computer screen. I come up behind him and look over his shoulder.
"How to kill a giant lizard," I read off the screen. "Whoa, I knew you were smart but this crosses the line. You're a GENIUS!" I exclaim eyes going wide with mock shock.
He smiles and leans back in the chair.
The funny thing is that he is smart, number one student in our year just above me, not that I'd ever tell him he's smarter because it would ruin our ongoing banter about who's more intelligent.
"Can you get me a notepad and pen from my bag?" he asks before looking back at the screen. "I just need to write something down."
I find his bag and take out what he needs when I find a black leather case. I pop it open and there are his black wire-framed glasses. I smile.
I walk back to where he sits and turn the chair so he's facing me. I straddle his lap and he raises an eyebrow. Dropping the notepad and pen on my desk, I produce his glasses from my coat pocket, unfold them and slip them, slowly, up onto the bridge of his nose. His eyes light up. Once they sit in their place I push my hands through the soft locks of his hair and grin at him. His lips turn up into a grin.
"Now you're my gorgeous little Nerd."
Peter's arms slip around my waist and hug me towards him. "Always, always yours."
Then his lips touch mine as my hands fall to his neck and his lips part mine as the kiss deepens and sparks go off in my head. The butterflies in my stomach come alive and everywhere our skin meets there is warmth, which I feel straight down to my toes.
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When the final bell rings indicating the end of the school day, I find myself on Peter's skateboard. Both of my feet are planted firmly on the scratchy, black surface and Peter has one of my hands gripped in his. Well, you could say that I'm the one gripping onto his with my life. I must be cutting off his circulation.
"I can't believe I managed to get you to do this," Peter muses. "Well no, actually I'm not surprised as I am pretty awesome."
Peter is wearing his glasses, has his long-sleeved t-shirt rolled up to the elbows and his messenger bag is looped around one shoulder with his camera dangling off the strap.
As I skate... as Peter pulls me on the skateboard down the cobbled path towards the lake I feel a rush as the wind flows by and flicks blonde strands of hair from my ponytail across my face. As we need the grass, Peter's arm snakes around my waist and lifts me off the skateboard, which he then straps to the back of his backpack.
Skipping towards the lake, I strip off my coat and sigh as I settle down on the lush, green grass. Peter dumps his backpack next to us and sits down beside me. He bought some homemade sandwiches, courtesy of Aunt May, but my favourite snacks are the chocolate covered strawberries. Even thinking about them makes me dreamy. Speaking of the devil...
"Open up." Peter says with a chocolate covered strawberry between his index finger and thumb.
I obey his command and he pops it in my mouth. I moan as the chocolate hits my tongue.
"That good?" he grins.
I nod. "Oh my god they are from out of this world," I lick around my mouth before asking. "Hit me up." And he complies.
About an hour later we're lying down on our backs staring up into the empty blue sky with our fingers laced together. I turn on my side and tangle one of my legs with his when the sound of people screaming and entering full on panic mode, leaves crunching and the recognizable alarm of police sirens coats the whole atmosphere.
Peter is up and on his feet in an instant. He grabs his bag and turns to face me. I nod and look to see all mayhem erupt, you would thing that Eris, God of Chaos was in the midst. I turn around not 20 seconds later, Peter is gone and his converses are hanging from the branch of a tree.
I close my eyes and can't help the spread of disappointment that leaks from my heart.
"Go get them, Spidey."
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A/N: thank you for reading :-)
