The White Pallax (Peter Parker x Reader)

XIV - Normalish...For Now

Everything is normal. Yesterday you had passed out and had some sort of weird realistic dream. But everything is normal now. You haven't told anyone what you saw in your dreams. Just said you didn't remember anything. Of course that's a complete lie. You can't seem to shake the images from your mind.

For now, it doesn't matter. You are going to let yourself enjoy normalcy for once in your life. Until those white-clad people pop again, there's not much else you can do but agonize over it every second of the day or just relish in the calm. You go with the latter. Try to, anyway.

Oddly, Chemistry seems four hundred times harder now.

"Yo," Michelle's voice snaps you back to reality. "Look what I have for you."

She slides a piece of paper with a drawing of you on it. It's incredibly detailed and very good, but it annoys you. Roughly, you slide it back. "I'm not in the mood Michelle."

She just shrugs. "Whatever dude. But if you wanna talk, I'm here."

You flash her a smile but turn your attention elsewhere. Searching for comfort, you find yourself looking at Peter's seat. It's empty. You're not surprised, but you are disappointed. At least Ned gives you a small wave and that adorable thumbs up he does for everything. You laugh softly and shake your head. God you love your nerdy friends.

The bell rings. Time ticks slower than normal, like somehow it had been submerged in molasses. As if walking in a dream, you scoop up your books and head for your locker. Only two more classes to go. You can make it. But even the thought of having to sit through dumb classes - neither of which you have friends in - is already torture. You bang your head on your locker trying to get the boredom out.

In a way, it works. But you'd rather have it back when you turn to see who's standing next to you.

"Hey Y/N," Flash Thompson says, leaning up against the lockers.

You try to be polite. After all, you were friends with him. Briefly. Very briefly. "Hey Flash. Can I help you with something?"

He offers you a smile. It's oddly sort of sweet. To someone else, it might have been charming. "I was just wondering, erm, uh..."

Curious, you raise an eyebrow. Since when is the suave Flash Thompson so nervous? "Yes?"

"I was wondering if you'd like to go out sometime?" He meets your eyes for just a quick second, before casting his gaze to the ground. "I kinda really like you. A lot."

Well, that's unexpected. Flattering. Awkward. Maybe you should make things more official with Peter, so this kind of shit doesn't happen. After a few seconds of very uncomfortable, expectant silence, you clear your throat. "Uh, well thank you, but I'm seeing someone already."

His face drops. Back to normal Flash. "That's fine. Enhorabuena or whatever."

You feel a little bad as you watch him race down the hallway. At least he wasn't a terrible ass about it. Even offered you congratulations. In Spanish, no less. You sigh. You find yourself kind of wishing for the men in white right about now.

Peter swings round the back of the school. Exhaustion eats at his bones. Criminals never give it a rest do they? He takes a moment to breathe in deep and calm his nerves. He hasn't been in school all day. He hopes Ned covered for him.

Finally, he pulls off his mask. God that thing can be so suffocating sometimes. Fresh air cools his sweat drenched face.

Ring ring.

The chime of his phone interrupts his peace. He pulls it out of his webbed up backpack and looks at the caller ID. You're calling. Smiling, he answers the phone.

"Hey!"

"Peter! Hey!" The sound of your voice is music to his ears. Despite the aching in his bones, he beams wide. Already, he feels better. "Listen, I had a thought."

"Oh -"

"I swear to Christ if you say 'oh no' I will sock you in the fucking face Parker," you threaten. Immediately Peter shuts up, but the smile still lingers.

"So you had a thought," he says.

"Yeah, I was thinking, I like you, you like me, we've kissed, we should make this a thing, right? I mean right?" You're talking a mile a minute. Breathy and nervous, it's cute. Peter knows you hate it, but he thinks it's the most adorable thing in the world. "Do you want to be my boyfriend?"

For a moment, he's struck silent in happy shock. Hearing you call him that is the best thing ever.

"Erm, Peter?" Your voice pulls his head down from the clouds. "Peter? You still there?"

"Yeah, I am. Y/N, I'd love to be your boyfriend." Peter laughs in spite of himself. He never thought he could feel so much joy. "More than anything."

"Great! See you later!" And then you hang up.

Peter rolls his eyes and changes out of his suit. Smiling seems like the most natural thing in the world right now, and he can't seem to stop. He doesn't ever want to stop. Now that you're his girlfriend, why would he want to? Alone behind the school, he pumps his fists in the air.

How lucky could one guy be?

A/N -Okay this wasn't that good, but I wanted a sorta chill chapter after the last one. Things are going to pick up soon and some shit's gonna go down in the next chapter. Also, again apologies for the whole Flash debacle. Perhaps he's bi? I need to see more of them!