Through the Window | Peter x Mj

Without You

There's something to be said for sleeping with someone you like. Peter isn't sure what it is about the whole process but he rests better with MJ by his side. Maybe it's the way she breathes, steady and constant, a reminder that she's okay and he's okay. It could be the way she shifts closer with little sighs and curls into him before the darkest hour of night. He woke to her nuzzling his shoulder once but he knows not to mention that or else.

Every night for the last three, he tried to go home but somehow ended up in Mj's room. It wasn't really supposed to become a thing. Now it's a thing. They've agreed to keep it quiet, it's not anyone's business that he feels more comfortable snuggled up under her blankets than in his own bed. It probably has nothing to do with the blanket and everything to do with the girl who listens to his late night ramblings.

     They're opening up each night they spend with minimal space between them. It leads to talking more, and he genuinely enjoys her company. One night they talked about some of his rather amusing tales as Spider-Man and she'd laughed a little too much at his expense. He hadn't cared a bit.

He even stayed quiet while she read four chapters of a book. Okay, mostly quiet. She'd eventually hit him with a pillow and told him to shut up but it was said with a smile that he's been thinking about ever since. If May noticed that he's been out until about daylight, she hasn't said anything but tonight he's sprawled on his bottom bunk with his phone in his hand and leaves the door cracked just enough. Being seen in his own bed for a night could squash any worries she has.

He misses MJ. Her smile, the sleepy eyes, how soft she is when she's tired and drops the indifferent act. She cares too much. It's something he's realized during their sleepovers and he can't think of anything that MJ doesn't put her heart into. It isn't always in words. Although, she does get passionate, it comes in the brilliance of her mind, the smallest touches or smiles when nobody is looking.

It's midnight when his phone vibrates in his palm. The incoming text has a smile tugging the corners of his mouth before he even finishes reading it.

Don't be out too late.

Peter doesn't even hesitate to reply. Maybe she misses him too.

Already in bed.

Loser

I know you say that in the nicest way possible

Do I?

Suddenly, his heart tumbles in his chest. Does she? He's pretty sure she does. If he could just see her face, he'd know in a second. She's probably sporting that tiny smirk that makes his face heat up.

If I'm a loser so are you

Bold statement, boy hero

I stand by it

Too bad you can't swing over

Wish I was there too

Bc I'm delightful.

     The smile on his face is probably permanent at this point but he's okay with that. It's better than the alternative. It's better than the nights he has tear tracks down his cheeks. Peter rolls on his side, and stares at the screen as he thumbs out his reply. They spend an hour going back and forth, treading around the obvious fact that they've never spent the night texting. In fact, this is the most they've ever talked through text before.

     It's not the same as being there. He doesn't say it because she already sort of did but his heart still races with every incoming message. There's something here, he just doesn't know how to decipher it and he's too tired to stress about it at this very moment. So, he focuses on texting the girl who makes his stomach feel weird and his chest feel lighter.