Know || Peter•P x male reader

Dance

So here I am, in the middle of Peter's room, dancing. With him of course. How did I even get here...

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"Ooohh did you finally get the brunette's dick?" Wade asked, clapping. I shook my head

"No, why would I anyways?" I asked him, crossing my arms.

Wade sat down a chair and dramatically sighed "Oh you'll know in a couple of chapters" he said

I raised a brow "Chapters?" I asked, taking a chimichanga and biting into it.

"What are you talking about?"

"It's best that you don't know" Wade said, now sitting upsidedown. I only looked at him with th look of 'why' before taking another bite of the mexican food.

"Deport yourself" I deadpanned as I swallowed. Wade gave me an offended look before he started to 'sob'. I really want to make him an illegal immigrant but he's the best guardian I could ever ask for so even if I can I wont.

I walked up the stairs taking the last bite and entering my room, still hearing Wade's fake ass sobs. I sighed opening my drawer to see if I even have formal things. I didn't see anything, I opened the large door on my closet only to see hoodies and sweat pants. I did the same for every drawer that I have but saw nothing. I let out a sigh of frustration and sat on my bed, looking out my window.

'What's up?' Peter asked. I grabbed my white board and started to write

'I don't have anything for homecoming' I looked at him and gave him a shrug

'awe that sucks' he sympathized, I shook my head

'not really, I'm only going there for the beer so... Sweatpants' I admitted

Peter shook his head in disapproval 'You shouldn't drink, you're 15! You might get arrested'

I gave him a cocky smirk. 'the police can't arrest those who they can't catch' I raised my brows up and down. Peter laughed

'Spider-Man will get you!!' he retorted, his writing messy because of him laughing.

I gave him a genuine smile and looked down to write my response

Peter pov.
Did he just give me a genuine smile? That was so cute, I couldn't help myself and stared..

Back to daily schedule

'Spider-man wishes he can get THIS booty' I joked. I noticed he was staring but he shook his head and started to write

'Where's the booty though? You don't have one' He laughed. I gave him a look of 'I'm hurt'

'I hate you :(' I pouted, my eyebrows arching as if I'm angry

Peter's smile grew wider 'No you don't'

I puffed (and huffed and blew the house down-) 'shit you're right :('

'Why you sad?' he asked because of the sad face

'I don't know 나는 모른다.' I wrote down

His brow went up 'What does the korean/chinese/japanese mean?'

'I don't know. Also its korean' I answered

'You don't know?'

'No. I don't know'

'you don't know what?'

'no. It means I don't know'

'oh'

We both laughed, before Peter could write something again he looked back and when he looked at me he frowned

'Aunt May is calling, see you at homecoming?' he asked, a hopeful smile on his face