28 parts Complete I've known Peter Parker since we were three years old. Our moms-well, my mom and Aunt May-were best friends, so naturally, Peter and I became inseparable. Playdates turned into sleepovers, and by the time we hit middle school, he was just... my person. That was, until seventh grade, when something changed. When I changed. I started to notice the way his eyes lit up when he got excited about something nerdy, or how he always made sure I walked home safe, even if it meant being late himself. And just like that, my best friend became the boy I couldn't stop thinking about.
But I never told him. Not in eighth grade. Not in freshman year. Not even when I figured out his secret-the bruises, the absences, the way he flinched at sirens. Peter Parker was Spider-Man, and I knew before he even admitted it. I kept his secret like it was my own, watching from the sidelines as he risked his life to protect a city that barely knew his name. And still, I said nothing.
Now it's junior year, and everything is different. We're older, busier, more broken in some ways. But the way I feel about him? It hasn't changed. What I didn't know was... he's felt the same way since freshman year. All this time, both of us hiding behind fear and friendship.
Just when it finally starts to feel like we're getting our chance-like we might actually have something more-he gets hurt. Badly. Blood. Sirens. Screams. A mission gone wrong. And now, I'm standing by his hospital bed, praying that the boy I've loved for years pulls through. Because Peter Parker might be the city's hero... but he's my whole heart.
And I never got to tell him that.