I folded the paper and smoothed out all the edges to get a perfect paper airplane. I repeated the process to get about seven planes. Walking over to my window, I opened it and stepped onto the fire escape. I held up the planes one by one, and let th...
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"I'm fighting. I don't wanna like it, but you know I like it." ~~~ Paisley's POV
“That’s why you don’t fork with voodoo!” I yelled at my screen. I was currently cuddled into my bed, with a cart of mint chocolate chip ice-cream, watching Princess and the Frog.
I needed to get my mind off of yesterday’s kiss, because sadly, I know it didn’t mean anything to him.
But that did not stop me from fangirling for like the whole time I spent the night at Ella’s. When I had gotten home, I finally striped out that dreadful outfit, into a t-shirt (my room was too hot for a sweatshirt) and shorts.
A knock on the window caused me to jump. Okay, he really needs to stop doing that. I pushed a brown strand of hair, that fell out of my messy bun, out of my face and hopped over to the window.
I pulled the white lace curtains out of the way to open the window.
“Hi~.” I smiled at him. “I have some ice-cream, and I'm watching a movie—if you want to join.” I said.
He did some kind of really awkward head-nod, and bent in through the window. Well, that was weird. I skipped into the kitchen and grabbed a spoon for him to eat ice cream too.
“So, how’s life?” I ask as I snuggled back into my covers.
“Uh, good.” He said, making it sound more like a question.
“O…kay?” I said while my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I thought we had gotten over the awkwardness with my beautiful cookie icebreaker. Wow, never thought I would say a sentence like that.
I laid my head on his shoulder, stuffing spoonful’s of mint ice cream in my mouth. He stiffened, very awkwardly, and tried to subtly (but failing) look at me.
I pretended not to notice, and watched Prince Naveen get squashed by a book.
Five minutes later, he is still looking at me, and being very obvious about. He hasn’t said a word and my social anxiety was through the roof.
I did not do well in awkward silence, because I’m so awkward, I just make the awkward even more awkward.
After a couple more minutes, I held out the carton of ice cream as a silent question for if he wanted any. He jumped, as if forgetting that I could move, causing me to snicker.
“A little spacey there, aren’t you, Spidey?” I laughed as he bashfully rubbed the back of his neck. He eventually bunched up his mask under his nose, and took a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth.
He seemed to visibly relax to sigh in relief. So I didn’t do anything, that’s good. I found myself cuddling into his side, thanks to the effects of my window still being open. He seemed to tense again, which was not good for me, because I was really cold.
I should have put that sweatshirt on anyway.
I shifted away, and turned my attention to the movie. Don’t judge me, I like kid movies.
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Okay so, Spiderman is being really awkward and it’s starting to bother me a lot. He still hasn’t said a single word, and it’s driving me insane!
“What’s wrong?” I ask, not taking it anymore. I had sat up, cross-legged in front of him, determined to get an answer.
“Wh-What?” He stuttered.
“Why are you being so awkward? Did I do something wrong?” I asked, seriously doubting my social skills.
“Y-you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s kind o-of hard to e-explain.” He said again. I relaxed, knowing I hadn’t done anything to make him uncomfortable.
“I’m all ears.” I smiled as I looked at him.
“C-can I t-try something?” Spiderman asked. I could see the exposed parts of his cheeks start to turn red. I nodded, now completely confused.
A minute passed by, had he still hasn’t said anything. A bit my lip in confusion, not knowing what he was trying to get at.
All of a sudden he had his unmasked lips on mine, and his hand at the nape of my neck—pulling me closer. My eyes widened as his other hand pulled my wrist toward him, dropping his spoon on the cover.
My eyes eventually closed and I kissed back with the same passion he had. My free-hand cupped his jaw, desperate for the tingles I was receiving.
Who was I to deny the kiss of a really hot superhero? No one, exactly. All my feelings that I have felt since the very first note came rushing out in the form of a kiss.
He made me feel special, knowing that not everyone got to hang out with a superhero on a daily basis. But it wasn’t just that, either. He was adorable in every way, and surprisingly geeky, too.
He smiled in relief into the kiss, then pulled away, resting his forehead on mine. We were both panting, out of breath from the kiss. I took this time to silently study his exposed features, taking in the light freckles scattered here and there, and his swollen lips. (I felt a weird sense of pride in knowing I did that.)
“It wasn’t that hard to explain.” I said breathlessly, surprised by how raspy my voice sounded. He let out a hearty laugh, causing me to join in to.
“You’re amazing.” Spiderman said as he looked at me with a goofy grin. My eyes widened and cheeks burned even more red than they already were.
“Says you.” I mutter under my breath, totally forgetting about his super hearing. He laughed again proving he could hear me.
The sound of multiple sirens broke through the magic haze. I felt myself deflate at the thought of him leaving. I forced a reluctant smile and looked at him.
“I guess that’s you?” I joked. He nodded and walked to the window.
“Bye Paize.” I felt my heart flutter at the nickname.
“Bye.” I said and watched as he jumped off my balcony letting out a load whoop. I rushed to my window and watched him swing away, while he was doing a little victory dance midair. I let out a loud laugh at him antics.
I felt some sort of weird guilt as my mind rushed back to Peter. No! I can't think like that. Peter doesn't like me that way. But I think Spiderman does.
And crap. I like him… a lot.
~~~ Sup guys. I hope you like this chapter! Which dynamic do you like more? Paisley and Peter, or Paisley and Spidey?
