[EDITING] Red And Blue Looks Good On You (Peter Parker X Reader)

19. Alive?

(Y/n/n) = Your nick name

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Your P.O.V.

Peter and I watched Love, Simon As I cuddled against him. Everything was so much louder than before and brighter. Everything was just more.

"Will you hand me my drink?" I asked hin since I was still turned away from the table.

"Well ummm..." Peter mumbled moving his lips away from my head.

"Asshole," I mumbled lightly hitting him in the chest knowing he finished off my pop.

"Do you want to go get something? We could go get shakes from sonic or just go somewhere," Peter asked me while trying to stand up but I wouldnt move so he picked me up and tossed me back on the couch.

"Hey I was comfy!" I shouted jumping up quickly.

"Come on let's go do something and not be lazy (Y/n)," He pleaded.

"When did it say tryouts are?" I asked him grabbing his hand so he'd follow me.

"Tomorrow," He shrugged.

"Okay we can go get something from the sonic with the court a block down then!" I lead him to my bathroom and started brushing my hair.

"Ugh you beat me every time," He complained messing with my hair as the brush went through it. "I love your hair this color," He breathed before kissing my cheek.

I turned and kissed him on the mouth and it was small but sweet.

"Thanks and that is exactly why it's good to practice against you...0 cause you suck," I wrapped my arms around him. "Let's go," I moved to only hold his hand and grab my phone and lanyard with everything I need in it.

"Wait what about a basketball?" Peter asks then you can immediately see the regret from saying it on his face.

"Oh yeah," I walk over to my closet and dig around for a second before finding my ball. Leaving my room I remembered, "Wait here I'm not playing in jeans," I told him as I rushed back into my room grabbing the athletic tights I wore often.

"Wimp," He called through the door sarcastically.

"That's some big talk coming from you," I mumbled but of course he heard me.

"Really wanna talk about being big?" Peter laughed as I walked out towering over me.

"Oh we're going there shall I call Bucky? Who's at the least a foot and a half taller and I could kick your ass anyway," I tried to look serious.

"I was called," Bucky appeared in a random doorway in the hall.

"What the fuck. Bucky thats a closet!" I half shouted walking over realizing where he was coming from.

"Hey I was in the closet the first twenty something years of my life anyway besides I know my way around here... I may not have entered through this door either," He chuckled deeply.

"But I'm guessing you did? At least this time," I smirked walking over and punching him in his human arm realizing he didn't have his other one on.

"Nevermind that but why is that thing always here," He complained gesturing to Peter. "Also why are you here at all it's eleven you should be at school?" He asked starting to pretend Peter wasnt there.

"I'm surprised Clint hasn't told everybody yet but I may have broken a kids nose... hehe," I told him my face turning bright.

"Good job Doll who was it?" Bucky asked grin slowly spreading across his face.