Autumn Leaves | p.p.

| 12 {Sophie}|

Over the next couple months I had somehow managed to rekindle the bond between Peter and I to the point where we started going to each other's places after school most nights to work on homework. It got to the point where I felt like I was missing something if I went straight home alone.

"We should go outside," I stuck my face up against the window.

"Where?" Peter asked, looking up from his notes.

"The park. Remember you stole that gorgeous yellow leaf from me at that one?" I pointed to the park across the street.

"How do you even remember that?" He laughed from the table.

"Because I hold grudges," I walked over to where he sat and sat down on my knees, my elbows on the table, "please?"

He watched me as he considered, "fine. But it's cold."

"So are you, but I don't complain."

He laughed again, "that's not true."

"Sure thing Parker," I smiled as I pushed my arms through my jacket and pulled my hair out of the collar. He followed me outside into the damp evening. It was cold but I wasn't about to admit it. I ran right over to the swings and pushed the wet leaves off of the seat.

"You do realize you're going to get your pants wet right?" He walked over to me with his hands shoved into his pockets. He looked breathtaking in the fall weather. The dark sky made his pale skin contrast against the darkness of his eyes and hair. He rested his hands on the swing's chains and leaned into it.

"How's the job going?" I asked to change the subject.

"Which one?"

"Whichever is your favorite."

"Okay, that would be the research one, and it's pretty good. Otto is really interesting," he wrinkled his nose.

"But?"

"But?"

"But what? You crinkle your nose when you hold something back."

"I don't know I think he's got some kind of weirdly extreme ideas. He won't tell me much but some of the stuff he's mentioned- it kinda makes me want to just be like 'okay bud, you do you'."

"And the other?"

"That one's fun too," he nodded with a small smile.

"How's the spiderboy?"

"Okay well first of all, it's Spiderman," he corrected, "and second, I think he's turning into my favorite superhero."

"Mine's still Batman," I spun the swing side to side with my feet stuck in the wet wood chips.

"Batman's not real though, Spiderman is very real, and I hear he's extremely good looking without the mask," Peter added innocently.

"If I could see his face I would be able to answer that but since I don't know what he looks like," I raised my palms to say 'oh well'.