Go away and never come back. But, if you wish to stay, then always be by my side.
(y/n)'s POV-
To be honest, I was kind of happy that I got Peter as my partner for this shitty project.
It meant that I could have him all to myself for a month.
A. Whole. Fucking. Month.
I have had a crush on this nerdy dork for sometime now.
Even when I was dating Andrew.
So, in a way, it was I who was cheating on him.
I just chose not to be too vocal about it.
No, (y/n)! What are you thinking?! It isn't Peter you love, it's-him.
The boy you had saved all those years ago.
The boy who had the same brown hair as Peter's and those exact dove eyes.
The problem was: he wasn't Peter. Never could be.
Because Peter never looked at me the way he had.
Peter never has that soft, assuring smile plastered on his lips the way he had.
But, sometimes, I deeply hope for them to be one.
How can I not, when I fell in love with the guy I had saved ten years ago and am, now, crushing on possibly his look-alike.
I sighed, pushing these thoughts at the farthest corner of my head and walked into my house, the same one I shared with my uncle Liam (y/l/n).
"Hello Sweetheart. How did your day go?" He asked, looking up from the TV and flashing me one of those signature grins of his.
I gave him a smile in return, though it took in a lot of energy to fake it out, but he seemed to comply, even though he knew it wasn't a real one.
"I'll be having someone over around 4. Is that okay?"
I sat down next to him, immediately snatching the remote and flipping back to the Vampire Diaries episode I had left off with last night.
"Depends on 'who' this 'someone' is," he snatched back the remote from my loose grip and flipped the channel.
I groaned in annoyance as Ted Mosby from 'How I Met Your Mother' came back on the screen.
"Peter Parker. We are chemistry partners for a project. Have to work together this whole month," I stretched my arms as I got up and wandered off into the kitchen.
"Is it the same Peter Parker you always have a 'bad talk' about?"
Yes. It was true.
I had a weekly schedule to make sure I 'bad talk' (as Uncle Liam put it) about Peter on the dinner table, not bothering to quiet any swears.
He never seemed bothered by my continuous rampant, even though he would give me a warning look whenever I used a word that was beyond my age.
But hey! I am a 16 year old individual who has the right to curse and swear as much as she wants and no one, not even her own uncle, can snatch it away from her.
"Yes, Liam. It's exactly that Peter Parker."
I was peering inside the fridge, looking for my favourite chocolate brownies, when I heard the doorbell ring.
"I'll get that!"
I almost jumped, catching Liam by astonishment as I raced towards the door and pulled it open.
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Fanfiction"Who was she, May?" His voice was scarcely above a breathy whisper. "She was a nobody, Peter. It'll be better if you understood that and moved on," May's voice resonated in his head. "How can you expect me to forget the girl I fell in love with?" ...
