Peter Parker. How does one even begin to describe Peter Parker? Smart. A genius even. Brave. Loyal. Sweet. Handsome. Well, to you anyway. To everyone else, he was a regular, dorky, teenage boy. You arrived with your class at the airport, and was going through customs.
"Mj, you're totally sitting with me and Ned on the plane" Betty said.
"Hey, what about me?" You asked your supposed best friends, knowing the seats were in rows of three. Betty looked awkwardly around.
"You can sit across the walkway from us?" Betty questioned. You sighed, taking your bag.
"I'm good thanks" you replied, walking away from them. You sat on your carry on suitcase, with the rest of the class, waiting the board the plane, trying to ignore Betty and Mj the whole time.
"How come you're not stood with Betty and Mj?" Peter asked.
"They wanted to sit together, with Ned. So I got pushed out. But its okay, because I can "sit across the walkway from us"" you said the last part, imitating Betty. Peter chuckled to himself.
"You could always sit with me, since Ned hasn't told me yet "dude I'm sitting with Betty. Find someone else"" Peter said, coping you by imitating Ned. You laughed.
"Yeah, alright" you smiled. Peter seemed so happy.
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"Great. Do you want the window seat?" Peter asked, making conversation.
"Hmm you take it. I don't like flying" you answered, feeling embarrassed. Before Peter could reply, the class boarded the plane. You grabbed your bag and walked ahead of Peter. He sat down first, letting you sit beside him. Nobody took the empty seat, so it was just you guys. You were tense. You hated flying so much. Peter could tell you weren't yourself.
"Hey. It's going to be okay. I'm right here" he whispered, making you feel instantly safe. As the plane took off, you grabbed Peter's hand quickly and tightly, hiding your face in his upper arm. He placed his free hand on your hair, playing with it, trying to keep you calm. You soon calmed down, moving off him.
"Sorry" you blushed, embarrassed by your actions.
"Its okay" Peter smiled. You didn't even realise you was still holding his hand.
"You want to watch a movie? Might help you sleep through most of the flight?" Peter suggested.
"Yeah" you smiled, as he set up the movie.Before you knew it, your eyes were rolling, and you had fallen asleep on Peter's shoulder, still holding his hand. And Peter's head was resting upon yours, before he finally went to sleep.
