❝ I'm only going to take my mask off if you tell Peter how you really feel.❞
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There's one person that Y/N talks about her feelings and thoughts openly and that is Spiderman.
Although Y/N doesn't know any...
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Y/N's POV
'It's been months since homecoming. Although I didn't get to experience what a high school homecoming is like this year. I always have next year and that time, I will go with the guy I like. It was a crazy day filled with tears and fear but at the end of the day I knew it was one of the best days I've ever had.' I wrote in my diary, 'The sad part was that I found out the middle man was Mr Toomes, Liz's dad. Liz apologised multiples times to me before she had to move away but I didn't like it when she apologised because it wasn't her fault. It was heartbreaking to see her go and that the last memory of us wasn't something very pleasant...' My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my window.
I beamed and quickly put my diary underneath my bed and headed towards the window.
"Hey." I smiled, opening the window fully for Peter to hop in.
"Hi." he replied nervously. "I-uh got your mom." he unzipped his bag and pulled out very wrecked bouquet of flowers. "these."
"Oh-wow! They're lov-lovely." I responded, trying to hold my laughter.
"Yeah they're beautiful." Peter agreed.
"Yes, beau-beautiful." I nodded, with a slight smile forming
"Y-yeah, they-uh were nice."
"N-no they're very lovely."
He hid his face behind the flowers to hide his embarrassment. "I-I'm s-sorry."
"N-no it's impressive... They-uh actually held together very well..." I grinned at Peter's shyness.
"I'm going to keep these." He chuckled, putting the flowers back into his bag.
"I can take them." I replied, holding out my hand.
He looked at me, "You're just going to make fun of me."
I shook my head, "N-no of course not! I appreciate it Peter." I giggled.
"Here, I'll give you one." he took a flower and broke it to shorten it then tucked it behind my ear.
"There. Pretty." He smiled.
I frowned, "So you're saying that I wasn't pretty before?" I joked.
His eyes widen at my response. "N-no no. Wh-what I meant was. Y-you lo-look pretty in any-anything." He stuttered, trying to find a way to make me feel better.
I chuckled and playfully pushed him, "Peterson, I was joking."
His showed relief, "R-right ye-yeah of course. I knew that. I-uh have something else for you."
He pulled out a piece of paper in a plastic file, "I was wor-working on this for months but I'm not sure if it's that good..." I took it, it was a picture of me. I realised it was the drawing I saw on his desk months ago.
I thought was heart was melting, "Aww. Peter... It's literally perfect!"
"R-really?" his voice cracked. I chuckled and hugged him, "Thank you so so much, Peter—"
"Y/N." My dad called, opening the door. We quickly pulled away from the hug. He paused and looked at Peter. "And you must be Peter."
My dad held out his hand, "Nice to meet you, Mr L/N." Peter replied.
"Just call me Frank." My dad smiled. "So, what was your goal for your sophomore year, Pete?"
"Dad... Don't grill him." I looked at Peter, he gulped.
"What honey? Just doing the dad thing."
"I-I don't really talk about my goals and all but I-I could say one thing." Peter looked at me, "It has been accomplished."
My dad nodded, surprised at his response as he thought Peter was shy and not talkative."Alright lad. I'm going to help your mother out. But nice meeting you Peter. We'll call you out when dinner is ready." He then leaned and whispered, "I like him, Y/N." I blushed.
Before he closed the door, dad subtly winked at me. I gave him a thumbs up.
"My dad's not that bad is he?" I asked, as Peter was nervous for this moment for weeks now.
Peter nodded, "Y-yeah. He's great."
He was putting his hands in his pocket and rocking on his heels, I cleared my throat. "So what was your goal?"
"Uh-it's embarrassing." he replied, turing slightly red.
"Come on." I begged.
"O-okay..." He looked at me, "It was to know you better and have you in my life."
I blushed at his comment, "Stop! You're so cheesy." I chuckled.
"I just knew that I like myself better when I'm with you. So I need you in my life. You complete me, Y/N L/N.."
