summary: you get kissed by a mystery person on new years when the light goes out and you try to find out who did itwarnings: some swearing. also, i live in the suburbs
and i kinda forgot that Queens is a big city??? so plz ignore mistakes 'cause I'm really lazy and don't feel like fixing it heheword count: 1735
a/n: i used a lot of names in this one, apologies in advance if you know someone with one of these names, i tried to choose uncommon names
"Why do you do that thing with your eyelashes? Doesn't it hurt?" Peter asks you as you're curling your eyelashes.
"It's an eyelash curler. And if you do it correctly, it doesn't hurt." You explain.
"Can I try it?" You laugh, but nod.
"Okay. I'm not gonna hurt you, you just need to stay still and trust me, alright?" You kneel in front of Peter, who is sitting on your bed. Peter clenches his fist and jaw at how close your faces are. You line the curler up to Peter's eye and press it.
"Ah, that feels weird!" Peter complains, shifting on your bed uncomfortably, but trying to keep his head stationary so he doesn't tug his eyelashes off. He sighs in relief as you take the curler off and admire his beautifully curled lashes.
"You have really nice eyelashes." You say, getting up and going back to your bathroom to finish your makeup and hair.
"Never thought I'd hear that in my life," Peter mutters.
"It's true though," You sigh. "Girls would kill for your eyelashes."
-<>-<>- time skip brought to you by peter being confused about girls
Peter drives you to your friend Gwen's house for her new year's party at eleven o'clock. Peter wasn't big on parties, but as long as you were with him, he would be fine.
"I want to say sorry in advance for being hella clingy tonight because I don't like parties that much and you're like my only friend so I'll just stick by you if that's fine?" Peter rants, chewing his gum quickly.
"It's okay. You're not annoying so it's fine with me." You joke. Peter turns the corner and you see a cul-de-sac filled with cars. "Gwen's is that green one on the right," You point and Peter tries to park somewhere, but you end up parking on the other side of the street and walk the rest of the way. The cold winter air blows around your hair as you rub your arms for warmth.
"Do-do you want my jacket?" Peter offers, handing his sweater to you. "I'm not that cold."
You smile and put on his jacket. "Thank you. You're such a gentleman."
"I try sometimes," Peter shrugs.
You enter Gwen's house and almost everyone from your school and a few people from other schools is dancing, laughing, and having a good time. "Y/N! Peter!" Gwen waves you into her kitchen. "I'm glad you could make it!"
"Glad to be here. I really like your dress." You smile.
"Thanks! There are drinks over there, some people brought alcohol if you're into that, or you can have water from the sink or milk in the fridge. Have fun!" Gwen explains, then she leaves you to play billiards with some other kids.
-<>-<>-
"TEN!"
It's almost midnight.
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BAD MEDICINE - ☆ᵖᵉᵗᵉʳ ᵖᵃʳᵏᵉʳ☆
Romance❝first you need (that's what you get for falling in love) then you bleed (you get a little but it's never enough) and when you're on your knees (that's what you get for falling in love) now, this boy's addicted 'cause your kiss is the drug❞ ☆ peter...