Peter Parker Imagines

Alone

"Something's wrong. Talk to me..."

The worried soft voice of my boyfriend Peter echoed around in my head.

"I'm fine." I said once again. I pushed through the crowds of people trying to get to my locker and Peter followed closely on my heels.

"Y/N! Please!" He begged as he stood nervously behind me.

The bell conveniently rang and I sighed turning to look at Peter's warm brown eyes.

"Don't worry Pete, everything is fine." I tried to give him my best smile but it didn't quite reach my eyes. Then I hurried to my next class.

The whole day Peter didn't leave my side, he stuck to me like a leach not letting me have any time to myself to think. Sitting here at the lunch table surrounded by so many sweaty teenagers and the buzzing in my ears from all the loud voices, were driving me nuts. Then I had Peter clutching at my arm, not giving me space to breathe and looking at me every minute or so to make sure I hadn't disappeared.

I just needed to be alone. I needed to...

"Hey Pete I'm going to the bathroom okay? I'll be right back." I whispered in his ear hoping he heard me over Ned and Michelle.

"I'll come with you" he said in a deep voice moving to get up but I placed a hand on his shoulder. His pleading eyes tore my heart up but it wasn't his fault, all this.

"I'll be fine. I'll be right back." I said hoping he didn't catch on to the desperation in my voice.

I speed walked to the bathroom, making my way through the jungle of kids with trays of food. I locked myself in a stall and sat down on the toilet seat.

There was a strange pain in my heart, like there was some cavity in my chest that was digging deeper and deeper. A pain all too familiar.

I then heard the bathroom door open and heavy steps trudged in. Not that of a girl.

I let out a shaky sigh and wiped away the sweat on my forehead. That was not enough time to get my emotions in check before another person I cared about came asking about me.

I tried to take a deep breath but something just caught in my throat. There was too much pressure. I wanted to hide. I wanted to disappear for a little while longer. Just a little.

"Y/n? Are you in here?" Peters deep voice hit my heart like a train and I couldn't hold back my tears. I didn't make a sound but I think he knew.

I felt so hot, my chest was expanding so fast and that lump in my throat was getting heavier, making it harder to swallow.

"Y/n?" My problems knocked on the bathroom stall, searching for me relentlessly.

"G-go aw-way." I stuttered having trouble breathing.

My cold tears left trails that felt sticky and gross as they rolled down my scorching cheeks. I spastically tried to take off my jacket, it was too hot. I then frantically tried to pull my hair up to let air hit my sweating neck.

"Y/n? Are you alright?"

No.

"I'm fine." I breathed out.

"Y/n? Please?" He knocked on the door of the stall again and my throat closed up. I don't know why but my hand reached out and unlocked the door. The first step.

Peter pushed the door open and I couldn't face him. I hid my face in my hands, I felt so dumb, like an ostrich trying to hide but it's butt was still up in the air.

He was such a sweet guy, caring, protective and I loved that. He was the perfect boyfriend and I...

Peter walked in and I heard the stall lock again. "What's wrong?" Warmth...

"--" nothing came out and I just shook my head. I was just overreacting, really. Wasn't I? Why is it so hard to understand yourself?

"I don't know" I whispered this time as his forehead rested against mine. He must be crouched down on the floor and so uncomfortable.

"It's alright. Just... Come here" he whispered to me, his breath fanning my face.

I opened my eyes and immediately I was wrapped in his strong arms. The dream of every teenage girl. We were both stood up and my face was stuffed into his chest, nose tickled by his fleece jacket.

I didn't want him to see. I didn't want him to know that I was crying but I was too obvious today. I didn't want him to worry. I wanted to deal with this on my own even though I knew I couldn't.

So here we were together, in the girls bathroom, in a tiny locked stall, hugging like the world was about to end. The girls bathrooms didn't smell as bad as the boys but that doesn't mean they didn't smell, they were stuffy little bathrooms after all.

God, he better go to heaven for this.

It took me some time to reign in my sobs but just knowing that I had Peter's strong body to lean on made everything better. He whispered in my ears, little things that I didn't need to understand, I need only feel his warm breath hitting my ear, comforting me.

He should definitely have a one way ticket to heaven by now.

I sighed and sniffled.

"Just breathe, my little Y/n." He cooed and rocked me softly sideways. And so we began a dance, one which made me smile.

When I had finally mustered the courage, I looked up at him and found him giving me his most perfect reassuring smile.

"Hey! What's taking so long in there?!" Someone banged on the stall door and just like that, he vanished.

And I was alone again.

Wasn't that exactly what I wanted?