If I could put my life in one word it would probably be utterly mundane. I guess that would be two words, but my point is, it's stale.
"Nev, you in-" Ned enters my room. His eyes find me laying on my floor, my "diary" caught dead in my hands. A smirk plays onto his face and I roll my eyes so hard I'm sure I've caught a glimpse of my brain. "You know, if you're going to write in a diar-"
"It's a bullet journal, not a diary," I quickly correct flipping it shut and slipping it under my bed before hoisting myself up. I'm ridiculously short, even for my age which is eleven. Just five years younger than Edward.
"Sure," he teases but quickly gets to business. "Peter's coming over so don't bother us, kay?"
Peter Parker. He's Ned's best friend and has been since I could even remember. Peter comes over almost too often, but I don't mind it.
"I know you have a huge crush on him so let's not get your feelings for him in the way. We have high schooler stuff to deal with and I don't need you hanging around us," Ned states as a matter of fact before simply leaving. My mouth hangs open as if waiting for a fly and Ned peaks his head back in. "You should hide your diary better."
He leaves again and I wait a couple seconds. When I hear his bedroom door shut I repress the urge to scream at the top of my lungs and instead I simply let my cheeks burn like my enemies will in hell.
Stupid Peter Parker.
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I've done as Ned has asked being the good little sister that I am. Well that along with the fact that I'm too embarrassed to show my own face in my own house along with the fact that I'm doing my school work which by the way, is a lot. I hate middle school it's so easy, but so much stupid work.
I have five pages of math homework, a history paper which wasn't too bad, and I have a paper for my English class that I started. However, half through the paper I get hungry and find myself mustering the courage to sneak out to get a snack.
It can't be too hard. I mean, Peter and Ned have been in Ned's room the whole time.
I grab my phone off my bed and inhale as I grab the hand of the door. The metal is cold as ice since I've last touched it which feels like it's been a millennia. Now, I tell myself and exhale as I pull the door open, my head darts out and the hall is clear so I quickly move down the hall. I hold my breath as I pass Ned's room then rush down the steps and to my luck I make it to my destination. The Holy kitchen.
I quickly decide that I would make some upgraded ramen considering it's fairly fast and it's also all I've been thinking about since my stomach began rumbling. I quickly pull open the pantry and swipe three packets of ramen before throwing them onto the island.
Mom will be working late tonight and I'm not sure how long I'll be locked away in my room. I'll just bring the pot up and eat out of it when I get hungry. I sound crazy, but I rather do that then take my chances of seeing Peter.
While I boil my water, I cook my bacon then cut up my green onions. After that, it doesn't take me long to assemble my food.
"I can't wait to be alone in my room with you," I whisper to my food as I take the pot off the stove. As I turn to place it on a mat on the counter I nearly drop it seeing a figure standing in the doorway. "Jesus."
"Actually, it's Peter," the figure says and Peter steps into the kitchen with his backpack slung onto a single shoulder. I internally scream. I was so close. "Hey, Nevie."
His melted chocolate eyes stare at me and his mouth is curved into a cute smile as always. I would curse the creator for his good looks, but it's such a blessing.
"H-Hi, Peter," I stutter and suddenly want to take it back, take my existence back. "You um...are you leaving?"
He comes to the island and rests his body against it, his head shakes left to right.
"No, I actually just came back," he states and sees the confusion written on my face. "I'm sleeping over tonight. Ned and I are going to just walk to school together tomorrow."
"Oh," is all I could think of saying. My lips press into a rather thin line and I feel like he could hear my heart racing. Except Peter's stomach growls and we awkwardly meet eyes.
"Excuse me," Peter clears his throat and shifts.
"If you get Ned dinner will be out shortly," I reply and turn away to get the bowls from the cupboard. I silently listen as he leaves the room and the voice in my head yells at me for even inviting them to eat my food, but it's probably best I don't eat it all. Ned would probably starve.
It's only a couple seconds later when Ned and Peter come down and we all silently, as well as awkwardly, eat our food. I catch Ned's eyes here and there and honestly with a big mouth like his I'm surprised he didn't say anything except I don't know if he has said something to Peter about me. I'm just hoping he hasn't. I quickly finish my food so I don't have to figure out if the secret has been spilt and leave the rest of the kitchen to the boys.
For a while I just hangout in my room and write in my "diary" while hearing the soft chatter from Ned's room, but sometimes when I hear them their voices are almost clear. I've talked to mom about it since Ned stays up on the phone with Peter sometimes, but she says she can't hear it. Mom isn't old either so maybe I'm just going crazy.
It reaches 10:30 which is already completely late and I hear nothing from Ned's room. I decide to head to the bathroom to get ready for bed and quickly sneak away.
I creep down the hall opposite from Ned's room, my eyes glancing over my shoulder to make sure no one is around and just as I'm about to get into the bathroom I run into something hard and find myself toppling over.
I squeeze my eyes prepared for the impact and ridiculously loud noise except it never comes.
"You okay, Nevie," a concerned voice asks and my eyes shoot open to see the one and only Peter Parker. His adorable brown eyes are fixed on me and his warm large hands are placed on my biceps. He's wearing a white shirt and his hair is pushed back out of his face. He smells like freshly cut grass and a campfire.
Moments pass and I realize I've been staring. I quickly take a step back and his hands drop away from me.
"Y-Yeah, I'm cool. Sorry," I quickly speak and his eyebrows raise, but he nods his head.
"Um...okay," he chuckles lightly then looks over his should before turning and going into the bathroom. He closes the door behind him and I stare at the door.
I'm pretty sure he just came out of there. A couple seconds pass and I hear the toilet flush before more time passes. I lean against the wall waiting my own turn and can't help but blush over what just happened.
Peter Parker might just be the most handsome man I've ever seen. Okay, maybe that's a lie. Captain America is a beautiful man.
But Captain America is really old and-
The bathroom door opens and I push off the wall. Peter looks at me and by "looks" I mean he glances at me, but smiles lightly.
"Goodnight, Nevie."
"Goodnight, Peter," I respond and enter the cleaner than usual bathroom.
Ned must've cleaned it before Peter came.
