city boys; peter parker

Part 7

"Well, what do you want to know?" Peter asked awkwardly, "Just random facts about yourself when's your birthday? What is your favourite food? You know, the cliches!" Oliver replied.

"Well my full name is Peter Benjamin Parker, I'm from Queens, New York. I was born in August 2001, I am in high school. I like Star Wars, old films, Lego and academics. I also intern with your dad, Tony Stark. Well what about you?" he replied.

"Nope, I'm not done with you. All we've talked about today is me, what is some of your favourite music?" Oliver chuckled resting his head cupped in his hand wanting to know more about the other boy.

"I love the 1975's, the Beatles, David Bowie, Michael Jackson, a lot of the classic rock songs from the '80s and stuff like that?" Peter replied going through his Spotify playlist, "Now can I ask you some questions?" he added.

"Yep, I'm done with you!" Oliver replied, "What about you Oliver?" he asked lying down on the bed.

"I'm Oliver Robert Stark, I am from Manhattan, New York. Yes, my dad is Tony Stark but I was raised by Captain America or Steve Rogers."

"My birthday is October 18, 2001, I am the same age as you. I love everything involved with technology and hacking, reading, musicals, cartoons, academics and the arts." he replied, "Nice! Your favourite artists now?" Peter asked.

"Um twenty one pilots, Panic! At The Disco, dodie, and a little bit of Gorillaz and the classic '60s, 70's and 80's music." Oliver replied.

"Boys! Dinner is ready but it's a little burnt!" May yelled from the kitchen, "Just a warning, her cooking is-" May opened Peter's bedroom door.

"Amazing!" he quickly said, "The food is ready but if you don't want to eat it, that is okay," she said in the doorway of Peter's bedroom.

"I have 50 dollars in my pocket, we could use on food." Oliver offered, "Are you sure?" Peter asked as they walked into the kitchen.

The food was pretty burnt, "Yeah, of course." Oliver grabbed the money and handed it to May.

"I guess we are going out for supper!" May chuckled, "Can you grab a jacket for you and Oliver?" she asked. He nodded and made his way to his bedroom.

"Ollie, you need to take your binder before we go out. I left an undershirt in the washroom for you, don't worry about your chest. Peter is not going to notice." May said showing Oliver to the bathroom.

"I'm not going to notice what?" Peter asked returning with two jackets in his hand, "Oh nothing!" May chuckled.

"Where's Oliver?" Peter asked, "He's just using the washroom." she replied.

When Oliver got into the washroom, he struggled his way out of his binder and slipped on the undershirt. Oliver threw his t-shirt back on overtop and look at himself in the mirror, the sight of his chest made him upset and he wrapped your arms around his torso.

Peter and May were talking about where they wanted to go for dinner when Peter noticed Oliver came out of the washroom, he handed him the black and white jacket from his left hand and in his right was a blue and red one.

Oliver immediately threw it on, "Thanks, Peter! This is a cool jacket but it's so big!" Oliver said admiring the tiny ghost pattern on the sleeves.

"You boys ready to go?" May asked from outside the door, the boys put on their shoes and nodded, "So what are we going to eat?" Oliver asked.

Peter locked the door behind him and caught up with Oliver and May who were already close to the stairs.

"I was thinking the Pizza Place, Mario's, down the street from here. Is that good with you?" she asked, "Um yeah! I love pizza, is Mario's pizza any good?" Oliver replied.

Peter laughed at his question, "Is Mario's pizza any good?! It is the best pizza in Queens!" he replied wrapping his arm around Oliver's shoulder.

After May bought the pizza with Oliver and Peter standing around awkwardly waiting, the three went back to the apartment instead of eating at the restaurant.

Peter held the pizza, Oliver held the drinks and May held dessert, "The 'zza seems so good!" Peter chuckled.

"Who the hell calls it, 'zza?!" Oliver laughed, "Me, bitch, I just did! Also, I heard them say it on the Office on time." he replied laughing.

"You people from Queens are weird!" Oliver replied May was just laughing along with everything they were saying.

After they ate the pizza entirely, the boys were about to do their homework when May told you them to change into some pyjamas.

"Can Oliver borrow some of your clothes? Remember to take a picture because Ned will be asking!" she joked as the two went into Peter's room to find clothes.

"Hopefully, these shorts will fit." Peter joked lying out some pyjamas for Oliver, "Lettuce, the taste of sadness." he read off the shirt with a laugh.

"That is literally me as a t-shirt!" He chuckled grabbing the clothes and walking into the bathroom. He slipped on the baggy t-shirt, "Thank god!" Oliver whispered to himself.

If Peter gave him a tight shirt, Oliver probably would've freaked out. Funny enough the shorts fit just perfectly, Oliver grabbed his clothes from off the floor along with his binder he hid in one of the bathroom drawers.

"Okay, Ollie! Let's see!" Peter chuckled as he entered into Peter's room and struck a pose, "Yes, Oliver!" Peter laughed snapping his fingers.

He pulled out his phone and took a picture sending it to the new group chat, Oliver started laughing really hard when he saw the picture appear on his phone.

Peter of the Parkers
Yes, Oliver! Rock that overly large t-shirt!

King Leeds
Oh. My. God. He looks like he is swimming in that shirt!

Ollie
The shorts fit perfectly though.

Peter of the Parkers
What?? I have small feminine hips

King Leeds
Is it comfortable?

Ollie
Pete's clothes are weirdly soft!

Peter of the Parkers
May insists on using all natural laundry soap...

Ollie
Peter and I have to do homework now, see you at school tomorrow!!!

Peter and Oliver started to do their homework on Peter's bed, May occasionally came in with snacks or just to check on them.

Sometimes one of the boys would get confused and the other would try to help him out, "I don't get this- like at all!" Oliver pouted.

Peter lightly chuckled, "I am good at everything but geometry! It makes no sense!" Oliver said pointing out the question.

"Hey, don't stress out. You'll get it, do you want some help?" Peter offered, "Yeah, that would help." Oliver replied.

Peter closed his book as he finished his last question of history homework, "What are you having trouble with?" he asked examining the question.

"The formulas, like whatever I do, it just doesn't work." Oliver replied with a yawn, "Oliver, you putting in the wrong formula!" Peter lightly chuckled before yawning too.

Before Peter knew it Oliver was fast asleep leaning on his shoulder, May came in one final time to check on the boys for the night.

"He's a cutie, isn't he?" she joked cleaning up the books scattered around the two boys on the bed, she grabbed Peter's blanket and wrapped it around them.

"Good night, boys." she smiled, turning off the light and closing the door behind her.

"I guess, he is," he said to himself falling asleep with Oliver still resting on his shoulder.