Peter Parker Imagines

Literal Perfection

You were never a huge fan of secrets. It wasn't like you had traumatic events associated with them or anything. It was just in general the feeling you had when it was revealed to you, or the fact that people were capable of them.

Sure sometimes secrets are for a good reason, such as surprise parties. However, you were't even a surprise type of person.

But in general, secrets weren't always good, they usually weren't.

You decided that the day you found out that all your friends had banded together to exclude you. Usually you all made plans together at lunch, but recently you had been busy with clubs and getting help from teachers. Because of that you didn't question why you didn't know of plans until you asked about that.

But when you had a break coming up, you had asked about plans in advance. That week you were less busy than usual, so you had sat with them at lunch that entire week.

"Want to do something this break?" you asked your friends as you were crossing the road, going home from school. You were happy to actually be present for once at help make plans. But you weren't expecting all the girls at your table to glance at each other and share a look.

"Um actually, we already have plans" one of them said. You looked at her for clarification, and she instantly looked away. You frowned and turned to everyone else, only to be met with silence.

"Anywhere there?" you joked, hoping to lighten the mood.

"I mean... I guess you can come though" someone finally said, "if you want" she added on coldly. You bit your lip hurt, that last part made you feel cautious about going, like you would be a stranger, intruding.

You took a deep breath and continued, "when did you make plans?"

"We discussed it in a group chat" the same girl said slowly, like she was choosing her words carefully not to hurt your feelings, making her self the representative for the rest of them.

You raised an eyebrow at this, a gut feeling telling you that something worse was about to come "Are we friends?"

"No, we haven't been for months" your friend said, "goodbye." And with that was the last time you saw that group. They left you in shock in the middle of the road.

Your mental health disoriented slightly and you felt super self conscious as you replayed previous memories in your head. Those memories showed small signs here and there that showed that they weren't ever your friends.

You came home to your parents in tears, and explained it all to them. You wanted to stay home at week, but they convinced you to go out at least once.

It was almost surreal of how quickly your luck switched, as next thing you knew, you met Peter.

Very early in your newfound friendship you made it very clear how you felt about secrets, and to your surprised, he agreed wholly.

Suddenly life seemed perfect. Peter introduced you to his friends, Ned and MJ, and bit by bit they become your friends also. To add the cherry on the cake, your parents were so happy with your sudden switch in mood that they let you transfer to Midtown High so you could attend with Peter and friends.

It really was perfect. Almost too perfect, and you had a constant sense of deja vu anytime you were with Peter. You pushed it over to the side however, as you were so desperate to finally be happy. Your connection with Peter was so unique, you two became so close so quickly, it was only natural that you developed a crush on him.