"We need to talk Peter...or should I say Spider-Man?"
"Wha...what? what are you talking about?"
"You can't escape from me so let's talk"
In where Peter Parker and Tannie Maria Stark fall for each other and you know what they say... the more you try...
"tHuS uS rOlLy BoD! rOlLy BoD!!" Peter mutters devouring a waffle
"uh, say again?" I tilt my head and take two grapes from the plastic container
Peter swallows and turns the piece of paper he's been reading at me
"Look! who makes these schedules?" he shrieks shaking the paper in front of me making the few people around, turn to looks at us
My eyes scan once again the colorful schedule not caring a lot of reading again what's there
"Is not that bad... only six weeks like this... summer courses are more intense, you know?" I shrug and quickly grab a piece of toast with jam
"I'm not talking 'bout that, I don't care if they make us stay until ten pm... maybe I do but you know... what I mean is that we don't have any free time to be together!" Peter pouts slamming back on his chair
"You got a point there... let me see that again" I lick my lips and grab the wrinkled piece of paper
It's useless, I already analyzed it and he's right, there's no time for us to be together at least on weekdays.
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I frown leaning to the table and bringing the schedules between us "wait... I think that there's something here..."
Peter jumps forward, eyes widening "What? what? even if it's just one minute!" he pleas as I take the end of my knife and point to my schedule
"We both have lab work in the same building... your lab is number two, mine three... we're gonna be neighbors and when I finish I can wait for you there"
He desperately takes another bite of his waffle "mmmm... I guess that's the best thing to do" he states and I cross my legs folding the paper in half and bringing my tray of food closer to me "wait...."
"what?" I ask with another smile that quickly drops seeing him
His face has changed, dilated pupils, dancing eyes side to side while he assesses the cafeteria, slow gulps.
"Ca-can't you hear that?" he murmurs and I lean forwards looking around and trying to hear whatever he's hearing
"uh... the kitchen? the... cutlery?"
Peter shakes his head and abruptly brings his hands to his ears covering them. Eyes shutting close while his mouth twists in pain. My body jumps to him, my hands pressing to his trying to block any more sounds. His chest rises and falls almost in a convulsing manner, second by second he hunches towards me and a knot in my stomach grows. He shakes his head side to side while a muffled moan vibrates in his throat.
I stay there holding his hands for what feels like hours until he just stops. As fast as whatever happened to him came, it just goes. Peter slowly pulls his hands away from his ears, back straightening back to his chair. My eyes search for his, contracted pupils now and beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
