♛ 𝕷𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 ♛ ~ Peter Parker [1]

take a picture

i awoke to light pouring through windows and an unmistakable warmth covering my body. for a moment, i'm disoriented. i feel a body pressing against me. i shift around and find peter parker.

dread hits me like a truck while i put together the pieces of last night that i can manage to remember, which isn't a whole lot. i pray i didn't do anything stupid.

first thing i remember was the stranger in the park, but that was before i was intoxicated. i remember swinging here, but i don't remember the reason. i also can't recall what events led me to peter's bed, though.

peter is breathing softly while he sleeps. he looks so peaceful, so instead of waking him up i just watch him. i study his facial features while i have the chance. i notice faint freckles dotted on his face, so faint and scarce so i hadn't noticed them. his skin is clear of acne, like mine; which i noticed disappeared after i got my powers.

his eyes flutter open and a smirk paints his face.

"take a picture, it'll last longer." he quips. i smile at his antics and roll my eyes.

"you're pretty." i tell him. i'm not sure where that came from, maybe i'm still a bit drunk.

"so are you." he complements. i look away and try to suppress the pink the creeps up my cheeks. i meet his eyes again and become aware that our face's are a little over an inch apart, prompting me to roll onto my back.

"what did i do last night? totally embarrass myself?" i ask him, turning my head to gauge his reaction.

"i mean, you were piss drunk." he reminds me, implying i was embarrassing, but it wasn't entirely my fault.

"last time i take alcohol from a stranger." i joke, but my mood falls immediately after. memories of yesterday flood into my mind, all memories of my mother. i let a single tear escape, which i curse under my breath. i've cried more than my liking.

"hey." peter whispers softly as he rubs my shoulder. he shifts into his back and opens his arms.

"come here." he gestures. i rest my head on his chest.

"i'm sorry, i just miss her already."

"i know." he whispers. i know he's gone through the same thing, which makes his words that much more comforting.

we lay there for a while in silence until my phone starts to ring. i didn't even realize it was here on the bedside table.

i pull away from peter and reach over to grab my phone. mj's name is on display and i slide my thumb over to answer her call, sitting upright in the process.

"hey mj."

"where are you?" her tone evident with worry.

"i'm sorry for worrying you, i'm just with pete."