I Hate You, I Love You

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WARNING: SPIDERMAN-FAR FROM HOME SPOILERS AHEAD

You have been warned

This is a long one

I've always wanted to go to Europe

Ever since freshman year MJ and I have talked about the Trip that the older kids get to take during the summer. And this year it was our turn

But then the Blip happened

I was one of the Unlucky individuals that disappeared five years ago, but now I'm back. Luckily the school still allowed the trip even after the Blip happened.

So now I'm on the plane sitting next to MJ as they used to be scrawny now big dudes, Brad, makes a terrible attempt at flirting with her. A lot of the time I'll see our other friend, and my crush, Peter look over here for some reason, probably MJ

Now back to reality

Ned walks over to me and MJs seats and smiles "Hey ladies sorry to bother you but my man Peter is allergic to the perfume the lady in front of us is wearing so he was hoping he could get a seat farther away"

"He's allergic to perfume?" MJ asks with a quirks brow

"Yup, so Y/N if you two could switch seats that would be a big help," he says with a smile

I sigh 'Of course, he wants to sit next to MJ'

Eventually, Mr. Harrington got involved and he ended up sitting with Peter in the back, MJ is with Brad and I'm upfront with Ned

I look back and Peter looks like He's suffering as Harrington rambles on

"Poor guy," I say under my breath "Ned, I'm sorry"

He looks at me weirdly and I make my way back to where Mr. Harrington and Peter are sitting. I give a pretty realistic fake cough and rest my hand on his chair arm

"Hey, Mr. Harrington! Turns out I'm allergic to the lady's perfume too" I say rubbing my eye "Would you mind switching with me?"

"Of course Miss. L/N, anything for a student in need" he says standing up and I take his seat, plopping my carry-on down. He steals my seat next to Ned and I can feel him and his fedora glaring daggers at me

Peter sighs "Thank you, I don't think I could have taken 10 more minutes of hearing that man's depressing life story"

I chuckle "Yeah, his wife faking being blipped? I heard him talking to another student about it on the way over"

We chat for a bit when Peter brings out his double adapter chord

"Hey, you wanna watch a movie with me?" He asks holding up the chord

I put my finger on my chin teasingly and say "Only if it's Star Wars"

He grins and I plug my headphones into his adapter and he pulls up Empire Strikes Back

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We had watched three Star Wars movies, well Peter did. Turns out I fell asleep halfway through the second one because I'm now waking up to feel my head on a soft cotton hoodie. I shoot my head up to find I was sleeping on Peter's shoulder

My shifting alerted Peter I was awake and he looked at me with his cheeks tinted pink

"S-Sorry, total accident" I stammer, mentally facepalming

He lets out a nervous chuckle "It's fine, better you than this guy" He says gesturing to the larger fellow on his right

I stifle my laugh and look at the time

"We got two hours left" I sigh grabbing my water bottle from my bag

Peter drums his finger on his leg and then turns to me with a smirk. He then rests his chin on his palm looks at me and asks "Tell me something about you that no one would expect"

Usually, I'd be weirded out by someone asking me this, but since it's Peter, he could say that pigs could fly and I would believe him.

"Ummmm... When I was a little kid I was playing around in the woods with some friends, but then we heard a rustle from behind a tree. Then a wolf came out and my other friends ran away but I just stood there staring at the wolf's eyes, but then it heard a noise and ran away. Ever since I felt like a wolf was my spirit animal"

I had been so focused on telling the story that I didn't notice him staring at me. Usually, when I tell people that story they look at me like I'm crazy but he was looking at me differently...

But then the flight attendant said we were landing breaking my train of thought

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We had officially landed in Europe

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