Petey Boy! | Peter Parker x Reader [stark's daughter]

the last good morning [28]

hey hey heyyy how are you guys. i woke up to 1.1k reads woah... so tysm for reading. ily all this is craaazy

anyways

storyy

pov y/n--

unfortunately today is monday. and i woke up at 5 am by accident. which is strange considering that i've woken up late everyday this week. i look around. i notice how im not in peter's room, but in his living room.. and i guess i fell asleep on his shoulder?? heh.. thats fine.. he has comfy shoulders.. thats weird y/n dont say stuff like that...

I hear him start to wake up so I quickly shut my eyes and pretend to be asleep. "shit.." I hear him whisper under his breath. I decide now is a good time to 'wake up' so I pretend to yawn and open my eyes.
"oh hi! g-good morning. sorry did I wake you" Peter looks down at me, a but concerned
"no your ok.. what time is it..?" I asks even though I already knew the answer
"uh.. lemme check..." he picks up his phone and looks at the screen "it's says 5:15. God damn I guess we're up early." he answers and puts his phone down on the table.
"Hey maybe we could walk to school today.." I say while sitting up and stretching. "yeah sounds fun I'll get dressed one sec.." he jumps up and shuffles his way to his bed room. I take this opportunity to brush my teeth and hair before we switch places.
"ok im done" I hear him call from his room. I step out of the bathroom and I immediately run into him. "oh oops my bad" he says while grabbing my waist to steady me. "heh heh no its mine I should've looked where I was going." our faces were only a few inches apart l. he close enough that I can feel his light breath on my face. eh- not in a weird way tho.. it was more comforting... quickly he let's go and takes a step back and to the side and gestures for me to go ahead " oh thanks. heh." oh my god. I am incapable. that was the most awkward way I could've handled that..
I scold myself all the way back to his room and I close the door to get dressed

Peter's pov-

im such a moron. god. who's instinct is to grab her waist. she wasn't even falling. that was like 5 minutes of straight silent eye contact. ahhh after she walks past I quickly shut myself int the bathroom and I splash my face with water. wake up.
u dry it off and brush my teeth and hair a bit but not to much.. MJ said that y/n said she liked my hair messy. I doubt she really did but just incase I've been leaving it kinda messy on purpose.
I step out of the bathroom and walk into the living room. y/n is sitting on the counter and something about her outfit or the way she sat or just her was outstanding today. she was radiant and it makes me feel good to see her shinning like that.
I guess I ha dbeen staring because she looked up from her phone and she was waving her hand in front of my face. "ah ha sorry. my bad heh. should we get going?? oh wait!!! today's the last day noo booo" it had only hit me a few seconds agom it's sad to think that after tonight I won't wake up to see her next to me everyday. I won't walk home with her after school, we won't car pool everyday. it sucks...
"aww noo that's so sad.. I guess we can make today extra special then.. let's get going.." she grabs her bad and starts walking out the door. I quickly grab mine and follow her out.
were walking for about 10 minutes when she stops and pulls me inside a little Cafe. "it'll be two minutes! just a quick, last day, detour!!" she says
she orders herself a coffee and me a hot chocolate. I don't rember telling her that I like jot chocolate more then coffee but it makes me feel all fluttery to know that she figured that our some how.. she's so smart..

she pays before I even realized she had taken her wallet out and we get our drinks and continue walking. on the way we talk about everything thing. I love how the conversations never dry with her. she always has something new and thought provoking to say. and even when we're not talking.. the silence with her is still filled with connecting energy?? it feels like we're talking even while being completely silent.

we get to school. per usual, there are many cat calls but it seems like theres less than normal. I know it's selfish to think but I think people think we're dating. not that I have a problem with that... and not that I have a problem just being friends with y/n.
we stop at Neds locker, which is right by the main entrance and we talk for a while. since we're earlier than normal we have plenty of time to get to ours and soon I feel a negative presence. flash. eww
"hey stark-- I mean y/n. heh. I see your at school early. I guess you couldn't wait to see me and get away from penis Parker and his shack.." damn ok flash.. that was kinda mean.. not gonna lie.. my feeling are hurt but I don't wanna let y/n know that so I suck it up and just stand next to her.
"flash. I don't remember talking to you." that's what y/n says. of it had come out of anyone elses mouth it would've been trying to hard but the way she said it and with the lack of effort. she didn't give him a second glance in the slightest. " I enjoy your logic too. oo hot girl I'm gonna seduce her by attacking her friends with petty and un creative insults. that'll show her how attractive my personally is" she said that last part in a pretty convincing flash impression. and then ended with a half glance that said 'I couldn't care less about you and I'd like it if you stopped coming to school'
her eyes speak I swear. it's one of her many charms.
and he immediately retreats after her glance.
then I feel her put a hand on my arm "I'm sorry Peter. he's irrelevant. I like living with you and I'm sad this is the last day.." her touch made my spidey sense go nuts. it felt like a bunch of tiny sparks were lighting at every nerve under her hand. they soon filled up my whole body and I was at an utter lost for words. and then I realized that ed was talking oh oops. sorry Ned.
after he finished talking about what ever needy thing was his new interest. y/n speaks up and says "it was so fun talking this much Ned!! but me and Peter have to go to our lockers! we'll see you in a few periods!!" she said and she grabs my wrist and leads me back to our neighboring lockers

y/ns pov--

me and Peter get to out lockers and I gently let go of his wrist so I can put in my locker combo.
I open my locker and I start putting books inside and I notice a person on the other side of my locker. not the side Peter's on. Ive never met who's locker is on the other side of mine because I'm always crazy late becaus ei live so god damn far.
it was a tall guy. about 6'3 or 6'4. he looked like he played a sport but which one was unclear. he had the slaves of his light jacket riled up to his elbow and I could see the veins in his hand and forearm tense and intense and he lifts books out of his locker. of course I'm trying to be as slick as possible and Im trying to use my peripheral as much as possible. I've never noticed him before.
(I tried to keep him neutral so you can imagine which ever tall hot guy you'd like 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️)
"oh hey! I didn't know I had a locker neighbor!" I hear a voice say. I look over at the guy in the locker next to mine. not Peter the other guy. I liked his voice I couldn't place what I liked about it though. the cheery tone sounded out of character but the again I don't know what he normally sounded like
"oh hey! I'm uh heh.. y/n" I reach my hand out to shake his. ah shit don't be dumb. what highschooler shakes their peers hand. act normal. idk if he knows who you are and you can keep it that way. be normal. act normal. be average ok? ok. but before I could even think about moving my hand he takes it with no hesitation and shakes it. "Hi y/n! it's nice to meet you! I'm James" he smiles and oh helll no his teeth are almost perfect. I can't help but smile back. I hear some one clear their throat and then I rember Peter shoot. "oh James. uh this is Peter. Parker. heh yeah " I didn't know if I should specify that he's my friend . I mean of course we are who just introducea random people to someone.
ok compose yourself. "hey Peter it's nice to meet you too. hey I've got to get to class but uh.. lemme give you my number and you can text me later. is that alright?" he says as he writes digits on a scrap piece of paper and folds it and hands it to me before walking off. I open it and it and admire his clean yet casual handwriting. it reminded me of nay handwrighting a bit where Peter's was more like my dad's. a bit rush but still legable and some what neat.
he doesn't curl his twos or cross his sevens and I admire that. you've been looking at these numbers for too long. you look like a creep. get to class.. i turn to Peter and he doesn't look happy. he do et looks sad. or mad? or anything "hey Peter, you feeling ok?" I ask him. it's good to check up with your friends at times.
"yeah I'm fine. just tired is all"

so ig im back for good? or for quarantine?? maybe I should write a quarantine story 😳

-neti

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