Till I Met You: A Peter Parker Fanfiction

Chapter Fîftëën

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"I have two tokens left," Harry says.

"Me too," I tell him.

"What do we do?" he asks.

I look around the room for something fun enough to be our last game. Something finally catches my eye and I say, "Ooh, I have an idea," grabbing his wrist and pulling him quickly.

"A photo booth?" he asks.

"Yeah. Come on. It'll be fun," I say, getting inside.

He finally gets in to sit next to me and I give him a nice smile.

After we pick a boring, generic theme and frame for the printed pictures, we look at the camera and it starts counting down from five. Harry starts panicking and he says, "Shit! What do we do?"

"Uhhh, dab on the haters!" I say quickly, also panicking now.

We do the pose and the camera does a loud click sound. We stop dabbing and I ask "Now what?"

"Um," he says, trying to think. "Ooh! Let's reenact the drawing I gave you on your birthday."

"Ooh, yes!" I say. He wraps his arm around my neck, and instead of holding falgs, we just put up peace signs, adding in fake laughs.

The camera clicks and we have two pictures left to take. An idea comes to my mind and I hesitate and contemplate as I genuinely feel time slow down.

*5* "What do we do next?" Harry asks.

*4* "Um," I hesitate. *3* "I... Don't... Know." *2* I pause. "Ah, fuck it," I say.

*1* "What?" he asks, confused.

I make my move and my lips touch his cheek as the camera clicks.

The countdown starts again and I pull away, now probably extremely red. "I- I'm sorry," I say.

"No," he says. "Don't be sorry."

I get confused and go to speak. "Wha-?" I go to ask, but before I get the whole word out, Harry's grabbing my face and his lips crash into mine.

Instead of thinking of something cheesy like in all those romance movies, the only thing I can think is I can't believe I thought I was straight at one point.

I vaguely hear the machine say, "Thank you. Have a nice day," but his lips are still on mine.

He finally pulls away and his eyes meet mine. I panic and have a quick conversation with myself in my head.

Shit. What do I do?

I don't know. Say something!

What do I say?

I don't know. Just say something!

"Hi," I say aloud.

He chuckles. "Hey."

"What- um, what was that for?" I ask.

"Seriously? You're asking me that question. You're the one who kissed me first."

I respond, stumbling to find the right words. "I- um- yes- I did. That is... That is correct."

He chuckles again. "Come on, Dork," he says, exiting the booth. I get out from the other side and go to the back of the machine to Harry. "This is the best part," he says, putting his ear up against the machine.

I do the same and listen to the gear sounds turn in the machine.

After a few seconds, the gear sounds stop and we both pull our faces away from the machine.

One after another, the two strips come out of the machine and into a tray. I grab one and Harry grabs the other. I blush, looking at the last photo, specifically.

I fold the strip into fourths and pull out my wallet, placing it in the clear pocket so that the picture of Harry and I kissing shows.

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