HufflepuffHolland's Writing Collection

The Girl Across The Hall (Part 2) // Peter Parker

Pairing: Peter Parker + Reader
Warnings: FLUFF I LOVE THIS IMAGINE
Notes: :-) thanks for enjoying this enough to request a second part!! I honestly didn't expect it to go over as well as it did!!

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Peter had been routinely going over to your apartment twice a week for a month and half to tutor you in Science. He had grown quite curious as to why you had requested him as a tutor in the first place. So far you had understood everything you had gone over and your quizzes in the class came back almost perfect. He hadn't questioned it because you enjoyed the small time he had with you. Granted, he never used any of that time to get to know you. He found he was much more confident when he was just talking about science. If you had tried to steer the conversation toward anything else, he'd fumble over his words and his calm persona was gone.

Truthfully, his favorite part was when neither of you spoke a word. He was able to absorb every detail of you through the various personal belongings adorning your bedroom. He took in favor the CD's sprawled across the small bookshelf above your bed, he admired your DVD collection, seeing a few of his favorites as well, and he caught a glimpse of the doodles in your notebook whenever you were doing homework that he had already finished prior to coming over. He was beginning to fall in love with you all over again.

It was Thursday night – pizza night – and he was on his way to his apartment when he realized that he would be eating pizza alone that night. May had an extra shift tonight that Peter had forgotten about. You took notice when he came to a complete stop at your door. You almost didn't say anything, already assuming you'd only get silence in return like you always did. But, when you saw the way his shoulders slumped you decided to speak up.

"Something the matter, Peter?"

He turned around to look at you, the questioning face you'd given him made him smile, just the slightest. "Yeah, it's just- I mean, it's nothing."

"Peter," he turned around to look at you once more, a pleading look taking place now.

"I forgot that my aunt wasn't going to be home, and it's usually our pizza night." He shrugged but you could tell that he was pretty bummed about it. Without a second thought you responded.

"You could have dinner with me tonight. My parents are on a business call so I'm dining alone, too."

"I wouldn't want to impose," Peter tried to ignore the heat rising to his face as he thought of the idea of a casual dinner date between the two of you.

"Oh, please," you offered him a wide smile. "You'd be saving me! Come on." Peter ignored the heat rising through his whole body when your hand came into contact with his. He ignored the blush on both of your faces as your fingers intertwined with each others. He ignored the eruption in his stomach as you led him into your living room and sat with him on your couch, leaving nothing but less than an inch between you two. "You can pick out a movie if you want, I'll order the pizza!"

When you left the room to fetch the phone, Peter repeated a manta in his head. It's just pizza, stay cool. It's just pizza, stay cool. He opted out for the first movie he saw, it was a movie called (500) Days of Summer.

"Oh! This one is one of my favorites, have you ever seen it?" He jumped slightly, not hearing you come back. He shook his head to say he hadn't and that only caused the smile on your face to grow. "You'll love it." And you were right. In Peter's mind, as soon as you had said it was one of your favorites he had already grown to love it. He'd love anything that put a smile as big as the one you were wearing now on your face.

Truthfully, you never needed a tutor. When you asked Peter to be your tutor, you were hesitant. You were worried you wouldn't sound as convincing enough. You were afraid he wouldn't want to do it, I mean, the boy hardly ever wanted to talk to you. Which is why when you had started asking him about it in the elevator you stopped short. But, when you found yourself accidentally pinned against the wall with him in front of you, you took it as a sign that he wanted to talk to you but hadn't gotten around to it.