Parker And Jones Are Big Bois

Chapter 7 - 00:00

New Year's Eve is an absolutely pointless holiday and the only advantage of it is that you can at least have a fairly good party. This has nothing to do with the chapter by the way. Just my thoughts.

It was 11:38 PM, and Peter didn't enjoy himself at all. Considering that he was in a party almost full of strangers that wasn't so surprising. Considering that he was in a party at all was enough on its own to prove that statement. He was never a big party-guy. Mostly because he was never invited to them. Okay, that was not entirely true, but he was in a bad mood right now, okay?

Because, yeah, it was a long night already. He only arrived back at campus a couple hours ago, and he wasn't planning on going to any party at all. He tried to call MJ – three times, actually – but she never answered. They didn't talk since she walked away from him after AcaDec, and Peter hoped he could finally confess everything tonight. Not on phone, of course, but he had to set up a meeting somehow and all...

After his third failed call-attempt, Ned was finally able to convince him to go to a party. His friend desperately wanted to meet up with new people – girls, mostly (only) – and this was a really good opportunity, he had to give him that. Besides, what kind of best friend would he be, if he didn't even play the role of the wingmate when it was needed. He saw a couple seasons of How I Met Your Mother, he knew how it was.

Still, what finally convinced him to go was that maybe they could run into MJ. This argument was made by Ned, and while Peter knew that the possibility of MJ showing up at the same party as them, let alone in any party was about 3,720 to 1, he still thought it was worth a shot. It was New Year's Eve after all. And he had nothing else to do.

So there he was, sitting on the couch with Ned and a bit tipsy girl called Paige in a poorly lit room of a stranger's house, listening to music tracks he had never heard before and sipping on some beer from a red paper cup. The beer tasted quite good actually, which was surprising, considering he never liked beer. But no one put anything in his glass he was sure. He made a big deal out of opening the bottle and pouring it into the cup himself.

Time didn't fly at all. Especially since he introduced Ned to Paige – like a good wingmate did – and was now completely alone on that couch. Well, almost completely alone. A blonde girl sat down next to him for about five minutes (or maybe half-an-hour, who knows) earlier, and she was constantly talking ever since. She was annoying. A lot. On any other day, Peter would have tried to socialize and engage in a conversation with her, and hey, maybe she was actually a nice girl. But not today.

He came here with the hope that maybe he could somehow find MJ. That was exactly why he and Ned chose this party because it was the most well-known and far the biggest on the whole campus. That was almost the only reason he decided not to stay home that night. Listening to the ramblings of a half-drunk girl was definitely not on his list. It might have been a mistake to go there.

He looked to his left and saw that Ned was still chatting with Paige, though he didn't seem so content himself. He checked his phone. Still no incoming calls... And it was already 11:55? How did that happen? Maybe time felt to go slow but actually went fast when someone was in a party. Was that a thing? Anyway, it was almost midnight. He had to accept that he should have already given up all hopes to talk with MJ that night. Maybe next year...

He couldn't help but smirk at his own stupid joke when suddenly chill run through his spine and his whole nervous system exploded for a quick second in an all-too-familiar way. He instantly jerked up his head, which scared the blonde girl next to him so much that she even stopped talking for two or three seconds, but Peter didn't care about that at all anymore, because MJ just entered the room. This could not be real. The chances of actually bumping into her that night... It was out of this world. Maybe it was the will of the Universe or something. It had to be, right? Because no way he was just this lucky. He was never lucky.