Peter Parker Imagines

In Love

You never thought you would be in love. You had always read about it, heard people talk about it, but you could never imagine it. Well you could imagine it, but in the sense you could imagine a unicorn, yes you have an idea, but it wasn't something you thought was real.

But here you were, in love. Even stranger was that you didn't know who you were in love with, you were in love with the scratches on you school desks, you were in love with the little notes you got, you were in love with the feeling you got when you looked at them and your eyes smiled and everything seemed right. And that was love for you.

At first you decided it was crazy, it couldn't be. After all, you didn't even know who was writing it, or what they looked like. But then you realized, that maybe you could actually be. After all, you were filled with love because of the personality, and isn't that always the case? If you love someone based on how they look, isn't that lust, not love? After all, that's what you told yourself.

You also told yourself that you didn't have an inkling on who it was. You told yourself that you didn't care about who it was, you were just glad to have someone.

But that's never enough you realized. Maybe love includes some lust, maybe it doesn't. But you have no way of knowing until you find out. And not knowing, makes you question yourself, every day that, were you truly in love?

So you decided that you needed to know. It was assigned seating in the class, but the teacher wouldn't tell you who all sat there, besides, you were too nervous about getting in trouble for scratching up notes in the desk. But you were able to ask your friend, who sat in the same desk two periods earlier, and she never saw the new notes till the next day.

That's where you got lucky, you found when the notes were getting written, at least it was easy. You also knew who was in the class, but didn't know where they sat. Still, 40 people was better than 500 people. But that was the only easy part.

It turned out, knowing the 40 people made it worse for you, as you were stuck daydreaming about who specifically you wanted it to be. It was this, that finally made you admit to yourself, that yes you did care. It made you feel selfish about finding the person, but you had to do it for yourself, you needed to know.

You hated confronting people, it was even worse when you liked the person as you felt like you were always so rude about it. But you had to ask them to describe themselves, to give you a better clue.

It usually backfires in your face when confronting, people were always shocked because you were this quiet person in their mind, and it lead to being called "bossy" "bitch", all because their picture of you was incorrect, so they thought you were rude. Because excuse you for not being what other people thought you were like. And so you were nervous of the notes. You were ready to be called a cunt or a bitch, and for you to reaffirm your belief that you could never have love. Thats what you told yourself was going to happen.

But in your head, a small part of you knew that you really hoped that the person was nice, that the person was Peter Parker, the boy who had consoled you a long time ago when you were in a bad place. That maybe someone could be as sweet at him. Because you knew that no matter how much you wished it was Peter writing the notes, no way were you that lucky.

Walking into class, so nervous to even touch the desk, let alone look at it. But you did.

And what did you find?

Nothing.

You found nothing.

Well maybe they were sick today.

Somehow, the uncertain was worse than the worst. But you waited, holding on to hope, that maybe tomorrow you would finally get the response that was rude, and maybe even right. But also maybe he was kind and sweet. So you waited.

And waited.

And you found out that only one person was missing from that class. You found this out because he was missing, from life, and it was being talked about throughout the school.

You didn't hear a name, but you figured it out by overhearing conversations and realizing he was the only one gone from the class before yours. But no name.

And then you turn the corner towards your locker.

And someone is putting up a poster.

A missing poster.

For who?

None other than Peter Parker.

The second something when right, the second you got a chance for love, it was gone. Gone in a snap.

And again, you thought that you would never be in love again.