✁𝙏𝙤𝙢 𝙃𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

𝐀𝐢𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐱-𝐮𝐩 𝐏𝐭.𝟐/𝟑

"I'm so tired." You said after yawning. You were talking to Mj and Betty as you guys walked through the airport getting through all the international stuff.

"Same," Mj said suppressing a yawn as well.

You waited with your class, Mr. Harrington counted everyone, Mr. Dell looking at a pamphlet he picked up somewhere and Mj talking to Brad, and Peter still by the bag checks—

"I'm here!" Peter called out Mr. Harrington silently sighing in relief.

You closed your phone, before getting up from your seat on the floor—

"Hi." Peter said, suddenly in front of you.

"Hi?" You said laughing lightly.

"You look tired." Peter said, instantly slapping himself mentally at what he just said.

"Thanks....I'm always tired after long plane rides." You said with a smile, making Peter smile.

Peter walked with you, which was odd as fuck, because he likes Mj, and she was here, in front of him, and why would he be here then....with you.

You shrugged it off, probably just nervous to talk to Mj, he's a nervous guy, it was cute, really cute—

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"Here." Peter said holding a hand out to help you get into the boat.

"Oh-uh- Thanks." You said, taking his hand. "I could've gotten on myself, but thanks, again." You said, nervously.

"Anytime." He said before taking his seat. You sat in the middle of the boat, you leaned over the edge, resting your arms on the side before leaning your head on your arms.

Peter watched you from behind, a stupid smile on his lips when he saw you close your eyes, feeling the breeze. He bit his bottom lip nervously, a fluttering feeling in his chest when you turned your head to the side, your head still laying on your arms, you gave him a goofy-grin, making Peter laugh softly.

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"This place is sinking." Someone said as everyone piled into the "hotel". Everyone started rooming with each other, Betty and Mj, someone had someone, and then you. To be honest, you couldn't have gotten luckier. There was an odd number of students, so one person had to be alone. And with luck, it was you.

"You okay?" Peter said, jogging up the stairs, until he was walking up next to you.

"Hmm?" You asked confused.

"Being alone?" Peter said, as you made your way down the halls.

"Yea, pretty happy about that....actually." You said swallowing the nervous lump in your throat before smiling and nodding.

"Oh, okay, it's just a—new country and all—a-and I don't want you getting scared." Peter said, cursing himself for stuttering so much.

"Since when do I get scared?" You said with a playful smile, making Peter laugh lightly.

"True." He said nodding. You stopped by one of the doors, starting to unlock it with your actual room key, not card, key.

"Well this is my room." You said opening the door. Peter played with the sleeve of his flannel before looking back up at you. "I'm gonna be fine Parker, having my own room has its perks, I could-I could watch movies without lowering the volume cuz my roommate is sleeping, and uh I can take my time in the bathroom, and I uh could sleep naked if I wanted too cuz no ones here—not that I'm going too—I'm just saying I could—but I won't. I'm-I'm gonna stop." You said, your cheeks burning as Peter laughed lightly, a soft pink covering his cheeks.