(Peter Parker x reader) Romeo and Juliet

35: Liz's dad

"So?" I started the moment I sat on Liz's bed. I put on the act of a gossipy teenage girl.

She smiled. "So what?"

She was twirling around in front of her large mirror, holding her red dress in front of her.

"So when did he ask you?" I said with a giggle.

I hate that word.

"Well, he was headed back to class. I was doing some homecoming stuff. He wondered who I was going with and-well," she smiled at me via mirror reflection.

I smiled widely. He was such a cute boy.

"I still totally ship you two you know," she told me, very seriously. "We need a ship name."

I swallowed. "Yeah, I know."

"I can't believe he didn't ask you!"

"He adores you," I said to her bedspread.

She knew I was jealous. I could tell she could tell. "And he adores you! It's just-with you its different."

I knew that.

"Alright Y/N. There's a blue dress in my closet, go get it for me, thanks." She continued twirling around.

I sighed and, seeing as she didn't give me a choice, I walked to her large closet. What was this, the Devil Wears Proda?

I found two blue dresses. One really fancy, the other one bleh. "Which one?"

Liz called back, "The fancy one!"

Well, that meant the one with a slit in the front so you could see the wearer's belly button, and a sweetheart dipped neckline.

So the slit in the front and the deep neckline joined in a bow. The wearer will show cleavage.

I set it down on Liz's bed. "Here you go."

"Put it on," she basically demanded.

I deadpanned. "No."

"Come on! It's a freaking dance!" She cried. "You've got to come! And just cause Pete isn't taking you doesn't mean you can't still knock him dead with your sexy ass"

"Liz!" I cried out, hiding my face in my hands. "That's inappropriate!"

And I didn't like how she called him Pete. That wasn't his name.

"Yes, I know, but still."

I sighed loudly. "I'm not going."

"No one asked you?" Liz sounded skeptical.

"No," I answered in a high voice. "Lots of people did."

Liz froze. Her dress skirt flopped. "But none were Peter."

"Yeah." I sighed. "None were Peter."

Liz smiled sadly. "Put the damn dress on Y/N, I won't ask twice."

I scoffed at her. "Fine!"

I put the damn dress on.

When I walked in front of the mirror, I froze. I looked fantastic. "Oh my god..."

"You look so pretty!" Liz squealed. "You're gonna knock him dead!"

I sighed. "Yeah."

I was thinking how I'd like to literally knock him dead, but that's rude.

"Come on, help me get my dress on," Liz requested. "But," she held a hand out to stop me. "Mine isn't as pretty as yours."

I sighed. "Bull."

I wandered downstairs and sat on the bottom step while Liz got her makeup done.

I had borrowed a pair of silver high heels from her, and as good as I looked in them, I hated them.

Liz's mom walked towards me. "Oh my! You look so pretty!" She whispered. "Come on, come sit in the kitchen with us!"

I smiled, "I'll wait for Liz, thanks though."

The doorbell rang, scaring the crap out of me.

I heard Liz's dad talking to who I presumed was Peter.

Liz's mom talked with him for a moment before passing me on the stairs. "I'm going to go get Liz."

I nodded and stood up, walking to the kitchen.

The moment I rounded the corner, Peter's eyes lit up. "Wow."

Liz's dad smiled. "Yeah, you look good."

I nodded gratefully. "Thanks guys."

Peter's eyes didn't leave me.

Well, mostly my chest and stomach, but that's not the point.

Liz walked into the room, all blush and smily.

Liz's dad whistled.

Peter started giving me pointed looks.

I didn't get it. "What?" I mouthed.

Peter's eyes went wide in exasperation.

"Please don't embarrass me dad," Liz pleaded.

Peter pointed to Liz's dad at an angle he couldn't see.

I frowned.

"Doesn't she Pete?"

Both Peter and I realized we missed something.

Peter awkwardly replied. "Y-yeah, you look really good."

I smiled.

Liz pointed to me. "What about her?

"Yeah," Peter mumbled.

I decided I needed to know what Peter was trying to tell me. "Peter, I have your cuff links, come here."

That was a lie.

Peter gripped his sleeves to hide the fact he knew that.

I managed to (with mild difficulty) materialize two into my palm.

Peter held out his arms.

"What?" I mouthed.

"He's the Vulture," he told his chest.

I held my breath.

Peter checked out the cuff links I placed on, smiling falsely as he turned back around.

"Y/N, that dress is so pretty!" Liz's mom said.

Peter nodded again.

"Thanks guys," I said, smiling as falsely as Peter. "I'm as red as Liz's dress I'm sure."

Everyone brushed me off, taking pictures of the couple and awing over them.

I was too sick to notice.

Liz's dad had been staring at both me and Peter.

"Let's go guys," he said, and Peter, Liz, and I followed him to the car.

Both Peter and I shared knowing looks.

Shit was about to go down.