Tom Holland Blurbs

let me (p.p.) [part one]

"Let me."

Those were the first words Peter Parker ever spoke to me. 

He had just knocked all of the books I had been carrying to the floor with a loud crash. I had stumbled backwards in shock, almost tripping over someone's feet as they hurried around me. I blinked slowly, still trying to process the mop of brown curls dropping to the floor in front of me and quick hands gathering up my books from the dirty tile of the floor of Midtown's dirty hallway. As the hallway steadily cleared with the bell about to ring, my ears began to pick up on the muttered apologies being whispered by the boy still kneeling in front of me, frantically trying to organize my physics notes.

"I am so sorry, let me just pick these up. I got this, let me just..."

I knelt down, reaching out to help him, ducking down in an attempt to see who was even trying to help me pick everything up. I was met with wide, dark eyes that betrayed the boy in front of me's clear panic at almost smashing me into the floor. I offered him a small smile, both of our hands suddenly tugging at the same sheet of notebook paper. 

"Oh, uh, here, let me, I got it," he muttered, shooting me a wry grin as I allowed him to take the paper from between my fingers and tuck it into my folder. 

"You keep saying that," I laughed lightly. 

His gaze shot up to meet mine, panicking slightly as made evident by the way his mouth tried to form words but was unsuccessful. He just sort of settled on gaping at me, a single curl falling into his face as he stayed crouched down on the ground with my homework in his hands.

Finally, he found his voice.

"S-sorry... um saying what?"

"'Let me, let me.' Like someone wouldn't want your help. Believe me, it's much appreciated," I told him honestly, standing up slowly. 

The boy stood up quickly, nearly dropping everything again and causing me to giggle as he juggled my books almost too easily in his arms as he righted himself. He suddenly thrust his hand forward, holding it out to me without making a noise. We both stared at his outstretched appendage for a beat too long before his ears turned red and he started stuttering out apologies and I reached out quickly to capture the tips of his fingers in my own before he could tuck his hand back in next to his side. I shook his hand awkwardly, smiling up at him widely.

"Hi, I'm Y/N, the girl you just almost knocked down."

"Oh, yeah, I'm so sorry about that, I was goofing off with my friend and I wasn't watching where I was going. I hope I didn't mess up your project, I really didn't mean to, I'm kind of clumsy especially when I'm not paying attention," he rambled on, trying to give me the books in an organized pile.

"It's fine, I'm a late transfer, so this is just a lot of work my teachers gave me to make sure I'm actually smart enough to go here. You're actually the first person I've had a real conversation with..." I trailed off, trying my best to give him a pointed look since I still didn't know his name.

I didn't think it was possible for the boy to get any more red in the face but he proved me wrong as he got my nonverbal hint.

"Oh, I'm Peter. Peter Parker." 

He gave me a wide, sheepish grin and I was pretty sure my heart stopped. 

"Let me walk you to class, Y/N."

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Peter and I became close fairly quickly, he and his friends accepting me from the get go. Michelle and I traded sarcastic remarks, Ned and I freaked out about different nerdy things, occasionally joined by Peter, and overall I was excited to go to school every day for the first time in my life. I wasted no time in filling Ned and MJ in on how Peter had all but body-slammed me into a wall and they had laughed and invited me to eat lunch with them.