Peter Parker(but gen z)

Coming out pt.1

Peter's Pov
The sun shines bright in my eyes as I opens the car door to get to school. The bell just rang so everyone is going inside, so I quickly thank happy for the ride, get out and run to find Ned and Mj before class starts. I have so much on my mind I can baerly focus on the teacher. 'Ok, so who's going to be first, Ned or Mj. Mj, probably wouldn't react all that much so probably her first. Ned, he'll probably react a bit more so I'll do that somewhere private. Ok, gotta do it before I talk myself out of it.'

"Hey, Mj." I call out to her, she sits behind me so I don't have to raise my voice. She lowers her book and raises an eyebrow. "I'm bisexual." I blurt out even though I had a tiny speech prepared. ' Seriously that's what you go with, that's not even all of it you didn't tell her you're trans. God you're a big disaster parker.' I scold myself in my head.

"And?" She asks seemingly unimpressed. "I'm Ftm trans." I stutter out before thinking. " I mean, if you're not cool with that I understand. I mean I kinda don't but I won't bother you. I'll just leave you alone." I ramble trying to hide in my chair. 'God I'm such an idiot of course she wouldn't be fine with this. You're making her uncomfortable.'

"I'm pansexual. You don't bother me and if that did bother anyone I would punch them in the face." She deadpans. I immediately relax, then blush as I register what she said. "You don't have to do that I can take care of myself." She does seem serious enough to actually mean that so I don't want to brush it off as a joke or anything.

She just shrugs and starts reading her book again. A few minutes pass and she looks up again and taps me on the shoulder. "Hey, do you want to go to the next pride with me." She sounds so confident and indifferent but the way her eyes flick to the side give away her nervousness. I don't want her to feel uncomfortable so I quickly distract her. "Of course, I've never been to pride before. I mean, Aunt May supports me and stuff but I didn't want to have to ask her to buy me anything for pride. Do you have any flags? Do they sell flags!?" I squeak out just thinking of the possibilities and hoping she would relax.

I see her shoulders sag in releif before her mask comes up again. "Yeah, I have some flags, they sell flags there too. They also sell pronoun pins." To anyone else she would sound bored but I could hear the bearly contained excitement in her voice. "Awesome!" We quickly start planning for the next pride and what we'll do when the bell rings and we have to go out separated ways.

'One down, many to go.'