Peter Parker x BoyReader

Moving In

You wake up to the sound of your dad tapping on the window. You slowly open your eyes, sit up your seat, and turn on the car to roll down your window.
"Morning." your dad says as he hands you your coffee.
     "Thank you. What time is it?" You ask as you take the hot coffee from your dad's hands.
     "About 7:30am. We needed to wake up early to get to the house on time and be there after the moving trucks drop off everything."
     You sigh, "Man. What time will we be there?"
     "It's about a 3 hour drive so maybe 10:30 11:00. Can you make it?"
     Your give your dad a "do-I-really-have-to-answer-that-look."
     He takes the hint and smiles, "I should never doubt my son, should I?"
     You give him a little chuckle. "Okay well your mother and I are ready to move on. You ready?"
     You nod your head and your dad nods back. He walks away and you roll you window back up. It's so freezing Savannah is still somewhat shaking underneath the blanket. You take your blanket and put it on her. She stops shivering slightly, making you smile. You turn the heater on to low and buckle up.
     That's when you notice the fog in the surrounding parking lot. You aren't much of a morning person so you never wake up early enough to see the fog. It's a beautiful scene. Especially in the headlights. The mist would swirl around as it got "melted" by the heat of your lights, creating swirls and patterns imitating the Northern Lights.
     You slowly back out of the parking space and follow your parents onto the main road, being careful not to hit the homeless people sleeping in the car corners of the parking lot. Not many people are on the road, besides those few going to work. Your sister shifts in the seat next to you, catching your eye. You notice a necklace that you haven't noticed before. Who gave it to her? Maybe a friend back in Indiana...you ponder to yourself.
     After about an hour on the road, Savannah wakes up. She doesn't say much, besides a "Good morning."
     "Want some of my coffee? Dad didn't make it right so it tastes funny to me." You tell your sister.
     She nods and takes a sip out of the cardboard excuse for a cup. She shows obvious disgust, takes a second to think, and continues to drink the cold coffee.
     "That bad, huh?" You ask giving a little chuckle.
     "It definitely has dad's cooking all over it. It tastes like actual shit." Savannah says back, sitting up her seat.
     "How do you know what shit tastes like?" You ask her, putting emphasis on the "You."
     "I mean...I don't but still. It tastes like how you think it would." She replies, stuttering.
     "Haha, ya nasty." You tease her, making her almost spit out her coffee.
     "Hey! I never said I knew!" She yells in defense, giving your arm a slight shove.
     You laugh in response. "Hey play some music. I'm getting bored over here."
     "Okay, master." Savannah says, annoyed.

You watch the back your parents mini van pull into the new house. They park parallel to the brick-lined, small patch of grass in front of an equally small two-story building. The house has a small brick stairway to the old and creaky metal door. To the right of the door was the window that leads into the family room; three tall and skinny windows covered by a grey curtain from the inside. Above the front set of windows seems to be the windows to the upstairs floor. They protrude from the rest of the house and see into one of the bedrooms. However, the left window seems to be missing a curtain, which isn't a surprise since your family got the house on foreclosure. The white paint on the building was chipping, adding to the sad appearance.
     "Doesn't the house look beautiful?" Your father questions.
     You and your sister snicker, "It's falling apart and some of the curtains are missing. There isn't one attractive thing about it." You retort, gesturing with you hand to the worn down brick walkway.
     "Taylor, the house is about as beautiful as you." Savannah murmured to your father.
     Your father ignored Savannah's rude comment and continued, "The oldness of the house shows how wise it is. How much history it's been through. The chipped brick tells plenty of sad stories about those who've lost their lives crashing into this very sidewalk." Taylor gestured to the over grown sidewalk with his free hand. Doing this made him almost drop the box of precious family photos.
     "Taylor, can you not be philosophical for once? Just let the kids settle in, then you can fill the kid's heads with your life's works." Jamie, your mother, says to your father, cutting him off from annoying you and your sister and further.
Taylor rolls his eyes, "Fine, Jay-Jay." Your Dad gives your mom a loving look and a quick peck on the cheek, "What would I do without you? Anyways! While your mother and I get the boxes into the living room, why don't you kids get your things and pick out your rooms?"
"Gladly," Savannah mutters in annoyance. She and you get your possessions and race to the door. You get there first, you having long legs and less to carry than your sister. She hits your shoulder when she catches up to you, giving you the side eye. You dramatically laugh at her failure and stand up with the up-most confidence.
"Oh wait!" Your dad calls to you two from the car, "Almost forgot these." He searches in his pocket for something. You hear a faint jingle as he pulls out the old, yet shines, house keys. Your dad makes an effort to be cool and tosses them to you, hoping one of you catch the pair of keys.
You catch them perfectly in your hand, not batting an eye. "Boo-yah."
"Good catch!" Your father proudly complements your skills.
"Good throw." You complement back, giving half-assed fingers guns.