Peter Parker x Reader ~ My Secret Love For You [HOLD]

Part 7 ~ Going back (Edited)

Your POV

"Dad," you said, walking into the room he was working in. He wasn't usually on the level you both lived on, but around the tower.

"What's up?" he said.

"I know we're moving buildings soon, but is it too much to ask to go back to school?"

He still hasn't looked up at you, focused on whatever he was doing, "Why?"

"It will make life normal for me again. I can get friends again, and actually go out of the house for once. And I won't be annoying you anymore," you say, trying to convince him.

He finally looks up at you, "Okay, but we still live under the same rules. You don't have my last name, as much as I wish everyone could know. No one is allowed to stay here, or even know you live there... and no kissing boys," he made the last one very clear.

"That one's new," you say, talking about the boy rule.

"Got it?"

"Got it," you were silent for a minute, "I was thinking of going to the highschool near the new tower. I've hear there are many smart people there."

"That's fine."

"Really? You're being so easy about this."

"Fine, but remember the-"

"Rules. Yes, I know, I've memorized them by now!"

"You start next year, alright?"

"What? Why not this year?"

"I have some final things we need to do. You need to learn some more stuff, and it will be easier to go when we're settled after the move."

"Ugh, fine," you storm back to the elevator. You were excited to be going back to school and finally meeting someone that would keep your mind off Peter, but mad you had to wait nearly another year.

Moving - Multiple weeks

The tower was crazy these past few weeks. Everything was being packed up, including your stuff. You spent a week packing, making sure not to forget a single thing.

You had a few more boxes to go, so you first did the top of your closet. One by one, you packed your things carefully up. You got to a box that was blue, almost the same shade as your room. You wiped the dust off of it.

You remembered making this. It was just a wood box you bought from the store, along with paint and some gems and stickers.

((Y/i) is "your initials")

"(Y/i)+PP" carved into the top. You giggled the same way you and Peter had when he carved his initials.

You felt the plastic gems that were glued to the side. It was messy, but you loved it. On the empty back, in messy hand writing, you both wrote "Peter Parker & (Y/n) (L/n)" on it.

You turned it back to the front, and felt the small lock that you kept on it. You knew that you can easily pull it open with your hands, but you didn't want to accidentally break it. You carefully walked over and placed it on your bed and got up to get a bobby pin.

When you sat back down, you placed the box gently on your lap, and stuck the bobby pin inside the lock and twisted it around until it unlocked. You gently took the lock off the box and opened it. Inside lied your most valuable treasure.

Photos. Drawings. Writings.
Leading up to sixth grade, you and Peter put everything in that box. You would use the camera your dad gave to you and taught you how to use when you were very young to take photos. You would do it pretty much every time you saw Peter. Later, you would print them out and place them into this box.
You and Peter loved drawing. They weren't very good, but it was funny to look back at them. There were some stick figures talking to each other. They represented Peter and I. And some of the days we had.
Peter always wrote you something small. You pulled out one that was probably from not long after you both started hanging out. "Yor my best freind. -Peter Parker" was written. Oh, the horrible handwriting.