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6. Nerves

Nerves

Summary: MJ is pushing you to ask out Peter, knowing that you like him but something else seems to happen instead.

Warnings: Fluffy McFluffsten

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The bell rings for lunch, you push through the horde of high school students to get to your locker. You reach your locker and open it, you pull out the books that you don't need out of your bag and into your locker. You slam the door shut to be met with MJ looking at you expectantly. Knowing exactly what she's here for.

"Have you asked him yet?" She asks blankly. You roll your eyes at her, adjusting you bag strap on your shoulder.

"MJ, you know I can't do that." You say nervously. MJ rolls her eyes at you, thinking you're being ridiculous.

"Do you know how it feels to be in a room filled by tension from the both of you?" She asks, fed up with you taking so long to ask Peter out.

"Uhm, no?" You state in more of a question. You hear MJ sigh out a loud grunt. The students have weaned out by now and are probably in the lunchroom by now. You turn around to leave but she grabs your arm, swinging you around.

"Come, on (Y/N)." MJ pleads, "just ask him out, he likes you too." She adds. You roll your eyes, finding it difficult that someone as good looking as Peter would want to go out with you. You turn around again to walk towards the lunch room, feeling worthless from the words going through your head. MJ grabs your arm again and turns you around. Annoyance is apparent on your face, but MJ chooses to ignore it.

"Stop, M, I'm not going to do it." You say in frustration.

"Come on, what's the worst that could happen?" her face softening up, noticing your annoyance.

"Uh, he could hear me?" You say in a duh tome. MJ rolls her eyes at you, crossing her arms at your response.

"Look, M, someone as good looking as Peter wouldn't want to go out with me. He has the kindest brown eyes ever. If I had the chance I would lose my self in them. His arms are basically calling for me to be held by them. His smile, his contagious smile makes me so warm and fuzzy on the inside. His happiness makes me happy. His lips, so pink and kissable, I find myself clinging onto the last bit of self-control when I talk to him. He is always so fun to talk to, we never seem to run out of conversation. His science jokes might be bad, but I find them hilarious because he is the one who's telling them. MJ, he has so much going on for him, what do I have? No- "before you could finish your sentence you look over to see Peter standing on the other side of the hallway. A small smile making way onto his perfect lips. Your eyes widen in shock, your cheeks flushing from the immense embarrassment from your outburst, knowing fully well that he heard everything. You look over to MJ, a smirk on her lips while she leans her shoulder on the lockers.

"Well, I'm going to leave you two lovebirds alone." She says before she walks away, a smug expression on her face. She knew all along that he was standing there, listening to you.

"That little bi- "Before you could finish your sentence, again. You find Peter standing in front of you, taking MJ's previous spot. You look down in humiliation.

"So, um, I heard what you said about me and before you say anything, I thought it was very sweet what you said about me," Peter says, you look up and see that he's genuine and isn't making fun of you. A small on your lips.

"And I w-was wondering i-if you would l-like to go o-out with me?" Peter stutters. Your eyes widen at his question. This cannot be happening. The peter that you have been staring at from across the class in science, the one where you were put into a group project together. The Peter that you have been crushing on ever since you first laid your eyes on in 8th grade is asking you out, at this very moment. Letting the information sink in, you nod your head profusely.

"Yes, I would love that." You say, a big smile on your lips, making Peter smile too.

"Awesome, I'll text you," he says before walking down the hallway to his next class that he wants to be early to.

You lean your back to the lockers and bite your bottom lips. You can't believe that it happened. You suddenly hear a pair of footsteps coming your way, you look to see Peter walking towards you, confusion etched on your face. What is he doing back? Your question is answered when his lips make contact with your forehead. Your eyes fluttering at the soft touch of his lips. Goosebumps rise on your skin. His lips detach from your forehead much to your dismay and leans his head on yours. You two lost in the moment of each other.

"I'll see you later," Peter whispers, not wanting to break the silence that has been created.

"Okay." You whisper back, biting your bottom lip at the rush that being around Peter gives. With that Peter walks away and makes his way to class. The bell rings signalling your next class. You slowly walk to your next class, feeling like you're walking on air. Little did you know that Peter was the man for you.

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