MJ tried to not smile as she witnessed Peter struggling to balance upon the cold ice rink.
Peter held onto the brick wall for support, his knees wobbling to keep intact, "Oh shut it, Jones, this isn't as easy as it looks in the movies," he stated.
MJ forced down her laughter, "I didn't do anything Peter, I'm innocent!"
He gave her a glare but it didn't scare MJ one bit, it quite actually made her heart warm because he looked exactly like a cinnamon roll.
Though that thought of him made her laugh out loud.
Peter cheeks almost rose at her joyful laugh that warms his heart, but he quickly dismissed the feeling, focusing on to impress her tonight.
God! Why did he think it was a good idea to go together to an ice rink!
"Oh so you think this is funny huh?" he said, keeping balance on the skates with his hand gripped the wall.
MJ playfully rolled her eyes, "Peter, you are as bad as my twelve-year-old niece," she told him truthfully.
"Oh yeah, wanna bet?" he voiced up,
letting his ego get in the way of what he was actually up against.
MJ smirked at him, "Alright Parker, let's make a bet." she purposed.
Peter returned the smirk with a one of his own, "Shoot your best shot Jones, I'm up for anything," he challenged trying to hide his squeaky voice.
The challenge made her eyebrows shot up in amusement.
"Alright, you asked for your own death wish Parker," she said giving him a sly smirk.
Peter took a step closer towards her, till they were just inches away, ignoring his fast beating heart, "Oh please, more like you're going to basically enter a whole new world of hell Jones," he shot back, holding his gaze into her brown eyes.
Withing warning MJ swung her leg, colliding it against Peter's causing him to trip then fall hard onto the cold rink.
MJ smiled down at him grunting in pain on the floor, "Point one for me."
"You can't do that! We didn't even agree on what the bet was," he growled, wincing a little while pulling himself up back to eye level with MJ.
"I know."
"Then why would you even do that-
"Because your face annoyed me." she simply stated interrupting him. Though in her mind she tried to not speak her truth of why she'd knock him off his feet.
Of why she was thinking of leaning to kiss him on his lips that very moment.
"Okay now that I handled that problem," Peter let out a grunt in response, "I bet you to race me to the other end," she smirked.
Peter ignored his nervous fidgeting hands, giving her a short nod, "And if I win?" he asked, dusting his red hands on his jeans.
MJ thought for a minute. What she really wanted to say was he could take her out on a date but she quickly dismissed the thought. Truth was that she really like Peter but she didn't know if he felt the same about her. And also that'll be something she'd wanted not Peter...
