✁𝙏𝙤𝙢 𝙃𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝?

Ｗｏｒｄｃｏｕｎｔ: ３,５ｋ

"Y/n..." you heard a sultry voice call out from behind you. You turned around, face to face with a smirking Mj. "What if we kissed... on a Target cement sphere?" She leaned in, her mouth moving closer when you burst out laughing.

"Shit," you said, as she pulled away cackling. "I lost again!" Peter and Ned cracked up, and you turned to stick your tongue out at them.

"Let's see," Ned said, pulling out his phone. "That's Mj's twelfth win of the week!" Mj lifted her chin triumphantly.

"I'm winning because you guys are just cowards," she said, nudging your shoulder.

"That's... true," Peter said sheepishly. "I just don't want to kiss my best friends!" He ran a hand through his hair, and you felt your stomach drop slightly. Friends. That's all you and Peter were anyway and all you would probably ever be. And you were fine with that, you were. You loved being with Peter and doing dumb stuff; there was just the occasional moment where you wished the two of you could be more.

"Oh Peter," Ned said dreamily, and you snickered at how Peter's face was already flushed. "What if we kissed... in the mosh pit of a Wiggles concert?" You and Mj burst out laughing as Peter pulled away, laughing so hard his eyes squeezed shut. Ned pumped his fist victoriously, tapping away at his phone to add his new victory.

"Cowards," Mj repeated. "Do it for the meme, people!" About two weeks ago, Mj had suggested a new game for the four of you to play. The rules were fairly simple. All you had to do was walk up to one of the other three, start your sentence with "what if we kissed..." and fill in the blank to complete the meme. Then you had to kiss the other person. Whoever pulled away or laughed first lost. If you ended up kissing, you both got the point, but if you both laughed or pulled away, neither of you got a point. Mj could beat everybody, you could occasionally beat her but scored most of your points from Ned. Ned and Peter tried to beat each other, but Ned usually ended up winning.

"The current standings are: Mj in first with twelve, me and Y/n are tied for second with seven, and Peter is last with three," Ned called out, putting his phone back in his pocket. You kicked the back of Peter's knee.

"You're terrible at this game, Parker," you said, turning to go to biology with Mj. "See you guys later!"

"Y/n?" Mj asked as the two of you made your way down the busy hallway. "Why don't you ever play the game with Peter?" You felt your heart rate quicken slightly. She was right; you never played with Peter. You would try it on Mj and Ned, but for some reason playing it with Peter just felt weird.

"Oh," you said, trying to keep a neutral voice. "I don't know. He just seems uncomfortable with it, I guess." Mj scoffed.

"Or you like him and you're too scared to try and kiss him." She let out a snort. "Please, Y/n. It's kinda obvious you like him." You felt your mouth open.

"I do not," you protested. "We're totally platonic." She gave you a side glance.

"Whatever you say, Y/n."

You spent the entirety of biology thinking about what Mj said. Did you like Peter? He gave you butterflies sometimes when he gave you what you referred to as his 'Peter smile', where he tilted his head to the side and smiled so wide his eyes crinkled. It made you feel warm on the inside, like nothing else mattered except you and him.

The bell rang, startling you out of your thoughts. Mj waved goodbye to you as she headed out the door. Gathering your things, you slowly walked out of class, your thoughts still swirling around the idea of you and Peter.