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It was it was hard that during the whole European trip with my high school, all that was discussed between your friend group was how Peter was going to woo MJ and how Ned had suddenly fallen in love. Since they were both boys, they would look to you, as their other best friend, for advice. It was so hard to be basically left out the whole trip, when Peter was trying to save the world, suffering with grief and trying to talk to the girl that he had fall in love with. Of course you had to be that one girl who suffered in silence as their crush wooed another person. I know, I know, it's cliche, but you couldn't ruin the happiness that someone you held dear, to be lost to another confusing turn in his life. So you suffered in silence and helped him in any way that you could. He still hadn't to realize that you wer the girl in the mask fighting right alongside him, fighting the creatures that rose out of the ground everywhere you went. And it wasn't like you were going to tell him straight out, because he had told you about being Spidey, but you couldn't let go of the one thing that was yours and yours, which is the hero behind the mask. And after MJ found out who Peter was, it felt like I you didn't really have anything you could share with him anymore. MJ was now Peter's focus and you was just background noise. So when Peter came to you to ask for advice, you couldn't torture yourself like that anymore. It wasn't fair to you and it wasn't fair to him either. " I'm sorry Peter I can't do this anymore!" you quickly said, backing away from him. waving your hands in front of your face. Peter froze, confused before speaking, " I don't have to ask for advice right now, you seem kind of stressed so you don't have to give me advice anymore." Tears fully formed in your eyes, so you forced your eyes are closed, having your head fall to the ground. " No, that's not what I mean. I just can't be friends with you anymore. All you do is just talk about MJ and I get that you you like her but it doesn't even feel like I'm your friend anymore, I'm just here. I'm part of that is my fault, but I don't think being friends is a thing good for me or for you anymore. And I can't keep lying to you either, but I can't exactly tell you the truth." Peter stood there trying to take the words that you had spoken into reality. His eyes turned pleading as he took a step towards you. " Just tell me what I did wrong and I can fix it, please" Your head shaked again and you tried to hold the tears back. " No." You quickly turned around toward the exit and walked away from him. All of a sudden something sticky was attached to your hand and you spun around back toward Peter. A small distance separated you and your eyes finally met his again and this time you couldn't decipher for what was behind them. But for the first time you noticed all the tiny things on his face. There are bags under his eyes from the lack of sleep, bruises lightly framed his face reminded me of the same ones on your face that you had covered up with makeup and the ones that you had on your body. His hair holds very disheveled shape, framing his face in a way that just made you want to take his all pain away. But the sound of his voice brought you back to the present moment. His eyes also held onto unshed tears as he took your hands in his. " Please. Don't leave me. I can't lose you too. You're my best friend and I'm so sorry that I've made you feel otherwise." "You'll find another best friend," your voice crack through those words. " NO, no I don't... I won't find someone like you. A person who comes to my house in the middle of the night when I called because I couldn't handle the pain. You understand. I won't find someone who comes to my house every day, to just talk. Even when I pushed you away, you wouldn't let go. You just sat at my door for hours trying to make conversation or making your little weird comments that would make me laugh, even though I thought they were dumb. And when I broke down you were there to pick me up or to just sit there with me and hold me. I saw how you stay till the morning cleaning my house so Aunt May wouldn't have to. How you talked to her everyday trying to tell her that everything would be okay, because I was strong just like her. I saw and see how much you care. But you're the strong one, being there for everyone when you yourself have gone through so much and I know that you miss Tony as much and maybe even more than I do. So NO, Y/N L/N, I'm not going to let you walk out of my life." The tears were now fully flooring down your face. But that sadness quickly turned into anger, " You don't get it, do you? I LIKE YOU , Peter, OK ! And you like someone else!"
"You like me? Oh my god!"
"You don't have to look so disgusted," you mumbled under your breath. His eyes became huge and he waved his hands in front of his face. "No, no. You don't get it. I like you too." "Please, d-dont lie to me" you eyes suddenly looked towards the ground again. " The only reason that I kept talking about MJ is because Ned told me to and I couldn't think of anything else to talk about with you because I would keep getting so nervous I wouldn't talk about anything else. It was really stupid. I spent so much time with MJ because I felt like you didn't want to spend anymore time with me. I'm so stupid" He ran his hand into his hair and spun around walking back and forth. You stood there shocked having nothing to say. Finally you took a step toward Peter, grabbing his hand which stopped him in his tracks. Tears were falling steadily down his face and you couldn't stop yourself as your hand cupped his face rubbing some of the tears away. "We're both stupid," you lightly joked with a weak smile. His arms slowly wrapped around you and you did the same, laying your head on his chest, as his his head rested upon yours. "Yeah, we are."
