𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 || 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

One Shot

Little Sister.

An unexpected knock on the door made
Y/n frown. It was pouring outside so she wondered who could be at the door at this time.

" Go, open it! " Amy, her younger sister by one year said and Y/n rolled her eyes, making her way to the door. She opened it, peeking her head.

There stood her best friend for fifteen years, soaking wet. " Peter! Come on in. You're soaking! " She opened the door wider, stepping aside. He chuckled and stepped on the carpet, while Y/n closed the door.

" I'll get towels. " Y/n ran to her room and grabbed a few towels, making her way back. " Here. It's pouring, where were you at this time? " She asked, handing one to him while she used the other to dry his hair.

" Hey! " She yelped as Peter flipped his hair, causing a few droplets to hit Y/n.

" Oops, sorry. " She slapped his arm playfully, resuming to dry his hair.

" Peter!!! " Y/n flinched at the tone of her little sister, who had just noticed the boy. There was no doubt the girl had a huge crush on Peter and anyone with eyes and brain could see it written all over her face.

" Not now, Amy! " Y/n dragged Peter's arm and led him upstairs to her room.
" I wanna talk! " Amy followed the two and Y/n sighed through nose, pushing Peter in her room and stood by the door.

" He'll catch cold. Let him change atleast. " Y/n locked the door and rummaged through her closet and found Peter's sweats and hoodies she stole. Taking out one of the each, she handed it to him and pushed him in the bathroom.

" Someone's bossy today. " He teased and Y/n rolled her eyes. " Don't want you catching cold. Take a hot shower, I'll make some soup. " She closed the door and cursed, opening it again, and found Peter out of his shirt.

" Creep. " He teased and Y/n scoffed.
" I've seen you half naked before. Just lock the door, don't want Amy rushing in like this. " She winked and Peter blushed and nodded.

He didn't understand why Amy liked him so much. Honestly, he hadn't believed any girl would be this crazy for him, ( A/N: poor boy doesn't know how adorable hot he can be at the same time) .

He locked the door of the bathroom and took a shower while Y/n walked down the stairs, finding Amy on the couch, with a huffed face. She rolled her eyes and headed straight to kitchen.

" Do you know where mum kept the soup- never mind. Found it. " Y/n grabbed the packet and looked over her shoulder.

" You want some? "

A gurmbled yes was heard and Y/n rolled her eyes. " Let's just make dinner! " She poured the packet in the boiling water and took our a tray for chicken.

As Peter arrived, he decided to make his way to the kitchen instead of sitting in the living room. A pleasant fragrance filled his nostrills as he approaches
Y/n's back and grinned.

" What are you making? " He whispered peeking by Y/n's shoulder, who jumped, turning around. " You sneaky bastard! " She chuckled, trying to calm her pounding heart.

" Figured you didn't have dinner since you were out, so, " She wore a glove and took out a tray from oven.
" Chicken parmesan Casserole and hot and sour soup. "

Peter grinned as Y/n turned around to stir the soup. " Mhm..smells delicious. " Y/n raised an eyebrow, turning to face him and realised he's just an inch away. Her heart skipped a beat as she met his eyes.

" Yeah? I know you love the food I make. " She smirked, nudging him.
" Ow! " He mocked as Y/n pushed him a little to grab bowls.

" Amy, dinner- Oh, you're here
already. " She found Amy glaring at her phone. Sharing a look with Peter, she shrugged and passed Amy a bowl of soup with some casseroles.