Tom Holland imagines

Not alone? (Peter parker) Part 1

"AHHH!" I frantically screamed running around my room, "Where's is my maths assignment!? It is due to day and it's gone! It has literally disappeared off the face of the Earth!" I searched through every one of my drawers. I looked under my bed. Everywhere in my room and it was no where to be seen.

"My maths teacher's going to kill me!" I groaned in defeat and flopped onto my bed. It was then that I heard a crumbling noise of paper from under the sheets. I sprung up from my laid down position and stripped my bed of the sheets. 

My maths assignment laid there, "Oh my god the one fricking place I don't look. Of course I find it after I've spend the past 10 minutes having a mental breakdown. Wow." I rolled my eyes and grabbed the paper, shoving it into my laptop bag. 

"Y/N HURRY UUUUUUP!" My sister called.

"I'M COMING! CALM DOWN!" I yelled back just as loud. I ran out of my room and into the kitchen.

"Why did you take so long?" My sister frowned.

"I lost my assignment."

"Why did you take so long to find it though?"

"Oh my god. MJ. The definition of losing something, means that I do not know where it is!" I huffed and managed my head.

"Well wear was It?" MJ asked me.

"Under my sheets." I answered as I walked past her to the door.

"WAIT WHAT WAS UNDER YOUR SHEETS!?" My mother's voice called out from the garden outside.

"My assignment!"

"Oh thank God I thought you were talking about soemthing else." Mum put a hand over her heart and sighed.

"Oh my god. Mum. No." I walked out of the kitchen and out the door as fast as possible. I could hear MJ laughing loudly from behind me, "What's so funny?" I called to her.

"Have you looked in the mirror this morning?" She asked still laughing.

"No..." I answered confused. She pointed to me and I looked down at what she was looking at. Oh crap. I was still in my pjs, "Ah!" I ran back inside and a couple minutes later I came back out with a baggy top and leggings on, "Ok scene three, take two." I stated, walking past MJ and onto the foot path, "Come on slow poke!"

MJ rolled her eyes and ran up to me, "Says the girl who just made me wait two minutes to get dressed." I rolled my eyes.

"Says the girl who takes half an hour in the bathroom to get ready when you don't even brush your hair. You just pull it into a messy bun." I stopped walking, "Hey what do you actually do in there that takes you half an hour?" I suspiciously asked slightly afraid of what the answer might actually be.

MJ sighed before answering, "y/n you know how the laws of hair styling works. Whenever you don't give a crap how it looks, the messy bun comes out perfect. But whenever you actually need it to look ok good on purpose, it never works."

"That is very true. But it still doesn't explain why it takes you 30 minutes..." I stated relieved that her reason wasn't some absurd answer.

"It takes me 30 minutes to get in the zone y/n." She rolled her eyes as if it was so blindingly obvious, "you can't just not care. You have to really, not care." I just rolled my eyes and kept walking. It s funny how MJ is a totally different person around me then any other people. She has this whole other quirky side to her and I love it.

"So did you finish the maths assignment?" I asked.

"Yes I did. I'm so glad that it wasn't one of those dumb partnered ones I would have killed someone." MJ laughed.