Peter Parker Prompts: Written For Friends, Requested by Friends

Prompt 6: Too Hot?

((This one is where I'm given a conversation)

Person A: I'M TOO HOT! *points at Person B*

Person B: *sighs* *monotone with a deadpan expression* Hot damn

Person A: CALL THE POLICE AND THE FIREMAN)

     I was walking with Peter to his apartment. We had a project together in chemistry that was coming up and we need to finish it soon. We walked into the apartment and Peter closed the door behind us. Aunt May wasn't there so we decided to stay in the living room.
     I plopped down on the couch and pulled my bookbag towards me. I searched through it and pulled out my laptop, binder, and notepad as Peter did the same. I put my phone away and spread my notes out on the coffee table. I looked over at Peter and he was plugging his phone into a small speaker.
     "You don't mind if I play some music, right?" He asked, looked over at me. I shook my head no and he started to play chill music through the speaker. With that, we started to get to work.
     We compared our notes for while. I noticed that while my notes were more scattered and had multiple drawings and side notes in the margins, Peter's notes were more precise and clean. We continued to work together while listening to the music coming from the speakers. There were a couple of times when Peter would let out a little "aha" and add something from my notes to his. We worked like this for a couple of hours until I decided I needed a short break.
     "Hey, Peter, is it cool if I take a break?" I asked, looking over at him. He nodded slowly, still looking in between our notes.
     I quickly grabbed my phone and looked through my Instagram feed. I continued to scroll while the music played in the background.
     Every once and a while, a song I knew would come on. I started to tap my foot to the beat of the song or even tap my finger against my phone.
      And then suddenly, one of my favorite songs came on. I started to sing with it.
     "This hit, that ice cold, Michelle Pfeiffer, that white gold," I sang loudly. I could see Peter give me a side glance but I didn't really care. I continued to sing. "This one for them hood girls, Them good girls straight masterpieces." I could feel Peter rolling his eyes from here. "Stylin', wilin', livin' it up in the city," I continued, dancing a bit on the couch. "Got Chucks on with Saint Laurent, Got kiss myself, I'm so pretty," I sang, softly kissing my palm
     "I'm too hot," I sang and snapped my fingers, pointing at Peter.
     He sighed softly and said in a monotone voice, "Hot damn."
     I smiled and continued, "Called a police and a fireman, I'm too hot."
     I could see a small smile forming at the corners of his mouth. "Hot damn."
     "Make a dragon wanna retire man," I started pushing him slightly, trying to get him to dance with me. "I'm too hot."
     Peter finally caved and put his pencil down and sang with me. "Hot damn."
     "Say my name you know who I am, I'm too hot," I sang. By now neither of us were really focused on our project.
     "Hot damn!"Peter had a wide grin on his face.
     "Am I bad 'bout that money, break it down," I sang loudly.
     Suddenly there was a banging on the wall and screaming from the other side. "Quiet down!" We laughed together and continued with our project.

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