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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"But I need to tell you something. I really, really, really, really, really, really like you." ~~~
Paisley's POV
Paisley's POV
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed as I was swung through the city. After I had bought new Poptarts (Flirty Mcflirterson was very confused and slightly appalled to see a bloody teen and a glaring superhero.), Spiderman literally scooped me up and started swinging back to my apartment.
I closed my eyes tight, and shoved my face where his neck curved to meet his shoulder. I was currently on his back, clinging for dear life.
Why me?
I felt Spiderman take an abrupt stop, but I was still screaming. Have I mentioned my fear of heights? Like I really hate it.
I guess that’s why I choose to do notes on airplanes, because they weren’t scared of heights.
“Paisley, we’re here.” He said. I could pretty much hear the mocking smirk in his voice. I slowly peeled my eyes open to see Spiderman standing on my fire-escape, and me to still be attached to his back.
My body was shaking, mostly from the fear, and partly from the cold.
“What the hell, dude?!” I ask angrily. “I have a fear of heights!” I yell. I smacked my hand on his shoulder, but quickly recoiled with a cry of pain. I had stupidly decided to whack a shoulder of steel with my cut hand, without even realizing it.
My other hand had been holding a new box of Poptarts. I dropped off his back and gently held my hand up to my chest.
“What?! What happened?” Spiderman panicked.
“Geez, what are your shoulders made of?” I asked painfully.
“Uh, what?”
“I used my wrong hand.” I said, guessing that is what he was probably talking about.
I walked over to my window, pushed it open, and ducked in. Spiderman followed behind me, like a lost puppy.
I dropped the Poptarts, along with my sliced-up jacket, on my floor-- and continued to the kitchen. I grabbed my first aid kit, pulling it out from under my counter.
“Here, let me do it.” Spidey volunteered, taking the white case out of my hand. He suddenly picked me up by my sides, and placed me on the counter, as if I weighed less than a feather.
Holy fork, this dude is strong, because I am sure I do not weigh less than a feather.
He lightly cleaned the blood from my wound with a damp washcloth. Spiderman then opened the kit and pulled out an alcohol pad.
“This is going to sting.” He warned before pulling the pad down the cut. He was definitely not exaggerating. I flinched at the burning sensation in my hand with a hiss.
“Ow.”
“Sorry! Sorry!” He repeated as he finished.
“I don’t think it's deep enough for stitches, but I’ll have to wrap it... Is that okay?” He asked hesitantly.
“Yes, Dr. Spidey.” I answer with a nod and a chuckle.
“Just so you know, I’m completely rolling my eyes at you.” This caused me to let out a not very attractive snort.
He spread gauze down the laceration, which started at the base of my index finger and curved down my hand.
Spiderman then wrapped my hand with a long bandage.
“Okay, I’m done.” He said happily, and then turned his head up to look at me.
I just now noticed how close we were. He was standing between my knees, and our faces were inches apart. He seemed to notice too, because the whites of his mask suddenly enlarged.
He stilled, along with myself, as if we were pinned underneath each other’s stares.
My mind kept flashing back to when he kissed me, and my face progressively reddened. With all the commotion, I had temporarily forgotten about the kiss.
“C-can I k-kiss you again?” Spidey suddenly asked. My eyes, involuntarily, flashed down to where his lips would be.
When I had been deep in thought, we must’ve gravitated closer, because we were now only centimeters apart.
I then slowly, with my good hand, tucked my thumb under where the mask met the suit. I heard his breath hitch, as I gently rolled the mask up to his nose.
My hand slid from his mask, and cupped his jaw. I nodded my head, then pulled his face to mine. His lips met my own, and everything just felt right.
His hands moved to rest on my hips, as he leaned further into the kiss. Both of my arms wrapped around the back of his neck, trying to eliminate any space between us.
We broke apart for breath, but then I quickly recaptured his lips, not wanting this moment to end. The butterflies intensified in my stomach, seeming to do secret dance.
His arms snaked around my waist, with a seemingly newfound confidence. His tongue swiped at my bottom lip, hesitantly asking for entrance. This boy is adorable.
I parted my lips, and you could practically feel the giddiness radiating off Spidey. Eventually, we broke apart to catch our breaths again.
Our foreheads leaned against each other, as our breaths mingled.
“W-wow.” Spiderman stuttered with a surprisingly hoarse voice. I hummed in agreement, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath through my lips.
Okay, moment of truth.
“I r-really like y-you.” I said hesitantly. I slowly peeled one eye to observe his reaction.
He’s totally going to reject me, and I’m going to end up alone with 19 cats and albums of fanfiction.
Lots of albums.
Suddenly, a large radiant smile graced his face. Wow, I didn’t see that coming.
“I really like you too.” He said confidently. My face burned a darker shade of red than it already was.
“Really?”
“Yeah.” He said with a goofy grin causing my heart to violently pound in my chest.
“Can I kiss you again?”
This time I was the one who asked.
~~~
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