"In summary," Peter began talking to Ned as they sat at lunch, almost three months after Germany. "We broke up, I'm hanging out with Derek more, and he's walking towards us so laugh like I said something funny." Ned did so without hesitation, noting Peters relief as Karter swerved around to avoid their table. "Thank God."
"You've gotta talk to him at some point." Ned reminded Peter while shoving some in his mouth. Peter raised an eyebrow at his friend as Ned shovelled his face with food. "Wha'?" He responded, muffled by food.
"Nothing." Peter reassured. "And I don't have to. We were together, past tense, we aren't now. He's over it, he's going to homecoming with that Cindy girl." Ned's eyes lit up in recognition.
"But Cindy's nice, right?" Ned asked. Peter nodded, Cindy was so sweet, so why was she going to homecoming with Karter?
"I guess." Peter shrugged. His heart hurt, but he'd never tell Ned that. Ned was his happy place, a place where he didn't have to worry about Spider-Man or Karter or Derek, just Ned and a Death Star. "How many pieces was that Death Star again?"
"Three thousand eight hundred and three." Ned said again, rolling his eyes. "I've said it twice now." Peter knew that, but the number kept slipping from his mind. The day at the cinema came back to him. My boyfriend's a superhero. Great, Peter thought to himself, even Spider-Man is Karter-centric.
"Don't finish it with out me, dude." Peter warned, pointing a plastic fork in Ned's direction with a glare. Ned scoffed at the threat, smiling at the fact Peter wasn't moping anymore. Ned raised his hands in surrender, and Peter zoned out, staring at Karter from across the hall again. "Did he get a new top?"
"No." Ned held in a sigh, he thought Peter was over this stage. "We've seen that before, but never with those jeans." Ned hated the fact he recognised singular pieces of clothing Karter owned, and whole heartedly blamed Peter.
"We should probably stop staring before it gets creepy though." Peter said, trying to look away. He wanted nothing more than to walk up to the other boy, grab him by the new (yes, Ned, new, Karter had a similar one but this was crimson not maroon) shirt and pull him away from the drama and kiss him. Better not, he thought.
"Too late. You guys are losers." Michelle added in from across the table. Peter looked at her, slightly offended. Michelle simply raised an eyebrow at his mock annoyance.
"Well, then why do you sit with us?" Ned questioned, and it was a valid point.
"Cuz I don't have any friends." She said unabashed. Peter mumbled a quiet 'mood' under his breath, and returned to staring at Karter and wishing for the day to end so he could begin his patrols.
Welcome to Spider-Man: Home Coming, my dears.
This is a filler whilst I prepare the coming chapter. Hold onto your horses, buckaroos.
xoxo
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