HufflepuffHolland's Writing Collection

Goodnight Moon (Part 3) // Peter Parker

Pairings: CA:CW!Peter Parker + Reader (Y/N)

Description: Peter doesn't know how to handle his feelings toward the reader so he feels like pushing her away will help - but it only makes it worse.

Warnings: Strong language (a few curse words), this is the LAST part! I hope you liked reading it as much as I liked writing it! :)

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"He hung up on you?" I nodded as I shoved another spoonful of cookie dough ice cream in my mouth. (Y/F/N) sat opposite me and tried to register the mess of the fight Peter and I had. "So, wait, are you still friends? Or did you, like, end on not being friends?"

I opened my mouth to respond but then realized I didn't know how to. He had told me that he couldn't do it anymore, he told me he couldn't be my friend anymore. Did he mean it? My phone went off and I heard the chorus of Summer Nights from Grease playing, instantly knowing that it was Peter calling me.

"Why the hell is that Peter's ringtone?" (Y/F/N) peered at my ringing phone questioningly.

"It's our karaoke song... shut up." She shrugged before getting off the couch and going to the kitchen, most likely to give me some privacy.

"Hello?"

"Hey. I'm outside. Can you open the door?"

"Oh – yeah! Yes, hold on." I couldn't stop the smile forming on my face. I hadn't lost my best friend and I would get to relish in him begging for my forgiveness.

"Hey!" I said after opening the door. He smiled at me slightly before walking in. I began walking to my room, expecting him to follow me. When I didn't hear him behind me I turned around. "Aren't you coming?"

He hesitated but followed me anyway.

"So," I started, sitting on my desk chair. I couldn't help the smile on my face as I looked at him, waiting for an apology from him, "what's up?"

He held the box he held in his hands up, only now did I realize that he was carrying something. He cleared his throat and set it on my desk, right in front of me. I gave him a confused look and he only sighed before speaking. "I thought you might want this back."

I knitted my eyebrows together, my confusion growing. "What is it?"

"It's a box of your stuff... y'know, stuff you left at my place." I looked back at him, ripping my eyes away from the box. My mouth hung open but Peter refused to look at me.

"What?"

"I just thought you might want it. You know, considering-."

"Considering what?"

"Considering we aren't friends anymore."

I felt my eyes begin to sting, the tears threatening to collect at the brim of my eyes. "You were serious about that?"

He shrugged at me. "I just thought-."

"I can't believe you. We've been friends for seven years!"

"(Y/N)... Listen, if you don't want it I'll-."

"You'll what? Throw it away? No, you're right. Here." I got up from my desk and walked to my closet, grabbing the clothes he had let me keep for winters and threw it on the ground at his feet. "Take your shit back."

"(Y/N)-." I heard his voice shake but I didn't care.

"Here, take this shitty card you made me, take this shitty hat you let me borrow and take this bullshit of a friendship mug you gave me, too! Is this what you want? I'm so sorry for being such a damn burden to you! God, I can't fucking believe you!"