Who is she? Peter Parker x reader

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I'm working soooo hard especially because I'm writing this on Sunday night. Meaning I have very little time sorry <3 wove you!
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"Love is like a sock. They keep you warm and happy, but if you step in water you hate them"
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Your POV

I rushed around my room cleaning knowing that Peter would be here any time now. Since I just texted him my address. I busted into, my brother, Jonah's room.

"What the hell, Y/n! What are you doing!" Jonah shouted.

"I just need..." I replied scavenging through the room, "This!" I picked up his box of stuff. Then ran out of his room.

"Y/n! Give it back!" He said following me out into the kitchen where my mom was.

"Hey, hey, hey! What's going on!?" My mom said as I stood behind her.

"Y/n took my box!" Jonah shouted trying to reach for me.

"No! It's mine!" I lied. We bickered like children. My mom still tried to maneuver through the kitchen making food for Peter and I.

"Jonah, leave your sister alone." she said not really caring. Just wanting the bickering to stop.

"But she has my-!" He was cut by my mom.

"Now!" she said stern. Jonah groaned and left the room. I giggled as I walked back to my room. I closed the door behind me and placed the box on my bed. I opened it revealing a bunch of my brothers cool gadgets and stuff. I knew Peter would be interested in stuff like this. I changed into some comfy clothes and plopped on my bed. Turning on the tv as I wait for Peter to arrive.
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Peter's POV

I walked down the street after stopping by the sub shop to grab Y/n and I some subs. I wanted to thank her for being so kind to me.

I meet the lobby of her apartment and referred back to the text to see her room number. I asked an employee which floor her room was on and he pointed next to the elevator. My neck twisted to the direction reading the room numbers and floors.

"Ah, thank you...Walter?" I said question as I tried to read his name tag. He slightly nodded and I walked or to the wall. She was on the (random floor) room (random room number). I hopped inside the elevator and managed up the her floor. Those steel doors slide opening revealing a modern scenery. Much different from mine. You could tell many elder people lived her. Meaning she must've been quiet.

I passed door to door glancing at every door in search for her number. I stumbled upon it and a smile crept on my lips. I sniff myself and flatten my clothes wanting to look and smell presentable. Then, I knocked on the door. Soft but not to soft to where they wouldn't be able to hear my presence.

Not much later the door opened. A tall familiar face stood at the door.

"What's up?" He said with an annoyed look on his face. I gulped down the knot in my throat.

"I'm here for Y/n" I replied not as nervous as I looked and felt. He turned away and shouted Y/n's name.

"Y/n! Your friends here!" He walked away sitting on the couch. I stood outside of the door waiting for an invite. Then I beautiful middle aged women came in site. Probably Y/n's mom.

"Oh! You must be Peter." she held out a hand. I shook it, "Oh please come in!" She said pulling me in. I followed her into the kitchen. Still catching the glare that the familiar face gave me.

"Sorry I took so long." Y/n said walking into the living room. "Wait where is he?" She asked.

"Kitchen, dickhead" the familiar face said.