Tom Holland Imagines

Last First Kiss//P.P.

We've been friends now for a while

Wanna know, that when you smile

Are you thinking of me?

It was late on a Saturday. It had been hours since Peter was supposed to get picked up by May but she had gotten caught up at the hospital and would have to stay for the night shift.

You and your parents had been kind enough to let him stay for as long as he wanted. He had been your best friend since Kindergarten and after all those years you were still inseparable and spent a lot of time together. Your parents valued and trusted him like he was their own son, which always gave Peter a sense of home whenever he visited.

"Hey, Peter, c'mere, I'm not going to let you sleep on the couch," You pleaded for the third time. He had been hesitant to accept your offer of sleeping in your bed and had settled down on the couch in your room instead, but you weren't pleased.

He shook his head and smiled softly. You crossed your arms over your chest and put down the book you were reading, "If you don't come here, I'll use my telekinetic powers to bring you here."

Peter laughed, "As if you had telekinetic abilities," You scoffed jokingly.

"If I did, you'd probably never know," You retorted and stood up from the bed, ready to pull Peter all the way to your bed if that's what it took.

You tried pulling his arm but Peter wouldn't budge. Instead, he pulled you so you'd fall on the couch next to him, "Please sweetheart, as if you could keep a secret from me."

"I hate you," Peter pushed you softly and you scrunched up your nose at him as you pouted, knowing perfectly well that your puppy eyes could make him do anything you wanted.

The brunet rolled his eyes dramatically after pushing his glasses up his nose. It had been a while since he stopped needing glasses but he knew you loved the way he looked with them on. He tossed you over his shoulder effortlessly, which made you squeal loudly. Peter put you down on the bed, "There, happy?"

You shook your head, "Not until you get in bed with me. We always share a bed when I'm at yours, dude seriously, I don't mind."

Peter huffed and got into bed next to you, "Has anyone told you how annoying you are?" He draped the sheets over both of your bodies and let his head rest on the cold pillow.

"I'll stop being annoying the day you stop being so fucking stubborn," You replied and turned off the lights, leaving you two in complete darkness, "Now shut up and let me sleep. Got some stuff to do in the morning ."

Peter hummed, "Since when do you have things to do during a Sunday morning other than sleeping until noon?"

"First of all, fuck you, second, since Brad Davis asked if I could tutor him in AP Psych," You explained and Peter almost choked on air at the mention of his arch nemesis, okay, maybe that was a bit too dramatic. Still, he was the same guy that had been trying to win you over for months with his charm and annoyingly handsome face.

You laughed out loud at his reaction, "Geez Peter, breathe."

"Haha, very funny," He spoke after his cough had subsided. You cuddled closer to him and he draped an arm around you. Both of you drifted off to sleep after a while of tickling each other and giggling like little kids.

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"Hey Parker, wake up," You whispered and he felt as you repeatedly poked his cheek. He groaned and swatted your hand again before cuddling deeper into the covers and holding them tighter around his body.