Be Like You [COMPLETED]

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

^ay went hiking and took some soft pictures (sorry I'm ugly and v gross)

Okay I'm actually so, so, so, so fucking sorry I've been gone for so long. I feel absolutely terrible about it. I've been through hell and back with my emotions and my depression has gotten way worse (which I thought wasn't even possible). I'm in very bad place right now and writing has felt like a terrible idea but I'm feeling inspired right now, so...

Peter's POV

    It was Christmas Eve, meaning absolutely everything was chaos. Happy was running all across town getting food, decor, and all that stuff. Of course, we could've planned the decor ahead but Tony never mentioned wanting to decorate and Pepper's been out on business (although she's back now). So now, on Christmas effing Eve, Tony decides he does want decoration. He's too much for me sometimes, I swear.

     I sat at the island in the kitchen on a sleek black bar stool, munching on cereal. The fire burned and glowed bright in the modern fireplace of the living room, casting oranges and yellows all across the area along with a heavenly smokey smell. I inhaled deep, feeling like this was the literal definition of Christmas. Not to mention my Christmas footie pajamas.

    Tony was talking to assistants and giving directions, all of them carrying in boxes upon boxes of decor for the ginormous house. I rolled my eyes and stood up, walking towards him.

    With a sigh, I walked up next to him, leaning against a nearby wall. "You're seriously going to have assistants decorate our house, Dad? Shouldn't we do that?" My voice was dripping with disappointment. I chuckled a bit.

    "Wah?! No, I would never! How dare you make such accusations?!" He held his heart as if my comment caused him physical pain. This only earned him another eye roll from your's truly. "I'm simply telling them what rooms to put the boxes in!"

    "Mhmmmm... Sure, Dad."

    He sputtered, stumbling over his words. "Isn't that right, Ryan?" He said, pointing to the nearest box-carrier.

    The boy, apparently Ryan who, I'm not going to lie, was pretty cute, stuttered and looked like he felt like he was under a magnifying glass. His face flushed and he stopped dead in his tracks. "U- U- Um... S- Sure, sir. Yeah. Absolutely."

    I could tell by his reaction that this obviously wasn't the original plan. Tony, however, acted like all was well as he turned to me, arms spread out. "See?"

    "You keep telling yourself that, Stark." I laughed and walked back to my cereal.

    "Hey, you're the one in the onesie!"

    I spun around on my pajama-footed heel. "ExcUSE ME?!"

    "You heard what I said." He replied, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall.

    "You diD NOT JUST INSULT MY PJ'S, YOU SNEK!" I yelled, grabbing a pillow from the living room couch and chucking it at him.

    He caught it but it still hit is chest. "Oh, I totally did, Spider-Boy."

    So that's how we had a pillow fight in the kitchen and broke several dishes, including my poor cereal bowl, in the process.

                                          . . .

    It was now the night of Christmas Eve and Pepper, Tony and I were all still decorating our tree due to Tony's poor planning and Pepper, the responsible one, being gone most of December.