𝐁𝐔𝐆𝐁𝐎𝐘 ┊ peter parker imagines

STOOD UP - PETER PARKER

You sit in your favorite coffee shop, Jitters, with a few of your closer friends. All armed with large espressos and your textbooks, the four of you are prepping for a big test in Chemistry next week.
"Ugh, this is hopeless. I'm just going to fail!" Olivia cries in exasperation.
Aniya chuckles, pulling the book closer to herself. "You'll do fine!"
"No I mean it! I'll just drop out while I'm at it!"
You roll your eyes with a small laugh as you get to your feet and move to order another coffee. You were personally quite confident that you'd do well, seeing as you'd been studying hard every night.
"Ugh, that's so sad," you hear Carli mutter as you return to the table, clutching your drink. "Look."
You follow her gaze to a rather tragic sight- a clearly miserable teenaged boy sitting all alone at a table for two. "D'you think he was stood up?" You ask softly.
"Oh, I know him!" Olivia hisses suddenly. "That's Peter Parker! I have him in history!"
You all turn to look at him again, recognizing him. "Oh," you whisper. "I remember him."
You'd seen him in the hall before, of course, talking to the chubby boy, Ned. "Should we say something?" Carli asks.
"Like what? Sorry you're on a shitty date?" Aniya rolls her eyes.
"He's kinda cute," you mutter, earning a chorus of "oohs" from your friends.
"Go talk to him y/n!" Olivia giggles.
You flush red. "What? No way!"
"I'll pay for your coffee," Carly grins, knowing full well that you can never pass up caffeine.
"Fine," you groan, getting to your feet. "Just because I feel bad."
Aniya shoots you a wink. "Go get him, tiger."
You take a deep, nervous breath before striding over and standing before him. "Is this seat taken?" You ask with a small smile.
Peter looks surprised, and just about as nervous as you feel. "Uh, no."
"Good." You plop yourself down, trying to ignore your giggling friends. "You looked like you could use some company."
His face flushes, and he glances down, his grateful smile making your heart flutter. "Yeah, I could. Thanks."
You take in the two coffee cups sitting on the table, figuring he's been here a while, which makes you almost angry. You've been on plenty of bad dates yourself, and it never feels good to be stood up. "I'm y/n y/l/n, by the way."
"Oh, um, I'm Peter. Peter-"
"Parker," you finish, blushing as his eyebrows raise. "Um, we have English together."
After a moment, recognition flashes across his face, and he gives you an apologetic grin. "Sorry, I'm a little scatterbrained."
You chuckle warmly, amused by his embarrassment. "It's alright, I get it."

After an hour of a quiet chatting, your sides hurt from laughter. "There's no way that happened."
"It did, and May hasn't let me use a washing machine since."
Your phone chimes, and you move to check it, face falling. "Oh shoot."
"Everything alright?" Peter asks softly.
You glance up, frowning apologetically. "Yeah. It's my friends, they're my ride, and they're leaving. I've gotta go." Truthfully, you're having a great time and don't want to go, but Olivia is your ride, and she isn't known for being patient. "I had a great time," you assure him, grabbing your coat.
"Me too," Peter says with a smile. "I'll see you around?"
"Definitely," you promise, and after a moments consideration, give him a soft kiss on the cheek.
He freezes, eyes widening in surprise, and his face goes red, earning a giggle from you. As you turn to leave, you hear him ask, rather timidly, "Could I get your number?"
You turn back to him, grinning. "Check your pocket," you hint with a wink, before shrugging on your coat and heading into the cold New York air.
"So?" Olivia demands the second you're outside. "How'd it go?"
You blush, smiling to yourself. "Really well."
"I knew it!" She squeals, jumping up and down before dragging you towards the car. As you're yanked inside, you notice Peter stepping outside, watching you with a small smile, and you wave quickly, beaming as he waves back.

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