☆Trying to drag a person down, proofs that you are already below them.

Thinking Bout You
(Ariana Grande)

   "I'm back just in time to be in your tour."  Hailee said in the back of your audi. You just picked her up from the Airport.

   [*I named her something else tb to never grow up chapter but now I want to bring her in the story so I changed it

   *If your name is Hailee, change it to Hayden. imagine anyone you'd like to be bffs with.

   *She's your bff and will never, ever, ever, betray you.]

   You smiled back.

   "Hey..." She said softly. "I'm so sorry I wasn't here when everything happened."

   "You kept in touch... that was enough."

   "And where the fuck is the bitch Jane?!  Imma smack the shit out of her ugly noodle head."

   "Looking for jobs, I guess. It must be hard to find one since her only talent was looking for attention." I sighed.

   "You wrote a song about her? If you have we should title it Attention whore." She said.

   "Yes. For the next album. It's called This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things though. Thank you for her, I'm going to get so much money from the song and she will get none." You smiled.

   "So what about Pietro? That sanovabitch got away with it?"

   "I guess... He's still making stuff but less people dig it. I have his fans that now hate him and love me a lot, so... I win."

   "Any song for him?"

   "None for him, he doesn't deserve one."

   "Dylan? Dylan lane? The fuckboy?" She asked.

   "Bruh, don't call him that. He called and apologized already, we remained friends. And no diss track, I just wanted to forget all about it."

   "And..." She smiled.

   "What?"

   "The charming Spider~"

   "Ah.... yes, we're back together." You said shyly, looking outside.

   "Songs?"

   "The whole album!" You laughed.

   "When did it happen?? I heard everything from the news!!" She wheezed happily.

   "3 months now, but he went away for his new movie." You said, trying not to look so sad.

   "A movie? So what he's an actor too now?"

   "Yeah..."

   "You okay with him kissing other girls?"

   "No. But I mean, it's a job, and I kissed boys in a music video too, he was angry but he understood. I just want him to come back home... two more months to go."

   "I saw him hanging out with his "Female friends" on Instagram." She did the quote hand, she was concerned.

   "I'm okay with that... because-- they're his friends."

   "Okay." She saw you were unsure, so she took it easy, all she wanted was for you to not get hurt again after what you've been through. "Hey, don't think about it too much. Tomorrow, let's make your concert the best one."

   You nodded, then listened to the sound of the rain outside, thinking about him.

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   Peter Parker was trying to get drunk in a party with the movie's crew, he felt tired, unhappy. He was wondering if this was what he wanted. Yes, his dream was to get famous, to be known, is it ending how he expected?

   "If I didn't know you I wouldn't think your album's name would be drunk boy, I would think it was called sad boy."

   [Michelle in the shape of Zendaya.]

   Michelle Jones, the heroine of the movie teased as she jumped down the couch.

   Parker chuckled nervously. "I just don't want to drink much."

   "The point is..." She sipped some more wine. "You look sad. Why? (Y/n) (L/n) treats you badly?"

   "No. It's just that, I want the shooting to end so I can see her."

   "Hm, I see." She looked away. "But do you know what I think is going on in you?"

   "What's that?" He asked, looking at empty bottles on the table, feeling as empty.

   "I think you're just lonely."

   "Just lonely?"

   "Yeah, all boys are like that, it's a common thing. You're half a world away from home, from friends and girlfriend, maybe you just need someone to hang out with."

   "..." He looked at her, then figured her intentions out. "Oh... no, Michelle--"

   "Okay-- okay. Just that, you'll be stuck here for two more months, one night if you ever felt loneliness... too much to handle..." She smiled. "Just remember that our hotel room is right next to each other, all you have to do is knock."

   She walked away and joined the party and left Peter Parker's heart to feel vacillating.

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2 months later
Consequences tour live in Tokyo day 1



[This big]

   Everyone was screaming long live to all the magic that you made with them. It was the time, surrounded with the people who love you, made you completely forget about all the bad things that ever happened.

   You tried to catch your breath, sitting on the chair in the great, great stage inside a big stadium in Japan. It's the end game of the concert, only one more song left for you to sing and it will all end.

   "Thank you so much... Tokyo. You've been amazing. I feel so happy right now and I couldn't have done it all without any of you." You waved your hands. "I hope all of you feel the same. Thank you so much, thank you for all of my real friends who joined the stage today."

   You smiled at the thousands lights from the crowd, like a starry night, but you knew you were missing something.

   "Most of you probably have heard there will be a surprise today from... Peter."

   People screamed at that name.

   "But I'm truly sorry to tell you he couldn't make it tonight."

   People let out a disappointed whispered.

   "I know, I'm sad too. It's been full 5 months apart. So... for the last song, I know Natasha will kill me for this but." You chuckled, most of the real fans know Natasha and the inside jokes so they laughed too.

   "This is one of the songs, from my new album. It will be released right after the world tour ends, this is called Thinking Bout You."

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   You didn't play an instrument for this one, the staff played the backing tracks. You held up the microphone close to your lips.

   "I been thinking bout you, yeah. I been missing you. Where the hell are you? Oh, when I need you."

   "I could still hear your voice, I ain't got no choice. Cause I'm here all alone, I know I can't wait 'till you get home."

   "Oh, I don't have you here with me, but at least I have the memory."

   "I tried to make it through the night but I can't control my mind."

   It was one of those moments, in which tears welled up while you were on stage.

   "I'm just thinkin' bout you. I'm thinkin' bout you, I'm thinkin' bout you. I'm just thinkin' bout you. I'm thinkin' bout you, I'm thinkin' bout you."

   You were reminded of all the news about the rumors between Peter and Michelle, you felt even more lonely.

   "Got these thoughts in my head. Ain't no way to forget. Got me losing my breath. Nobody got me the way that you did."

   You smiled at all of the memories. "Had my eyes rolling back. Had me arching my back. Now you love me so good. I wish you would hurry up and come back."

   "Oh, I don't have you here with me, but at least I have the memory."

   "I tried to make it through the night but I can't control my mind."

   On Peter Parker's side, he was inside his hotel room. Tired of the last long day of shooting, he planned to surprise you in your concert tonight, but he couldn't do so.

   He stared out the mirror, he will see you tomorrow, he told himself.

   But he couldn't wait no more.

   Peter Parker walked out of his hotel room, didn't even bother to pack all of his stuff, he just grabbed a backpack and poured necessary stuff inside.

   "Happy?" He called Tony's assistant. "Could you get me a private jet? Or any flight available at all?"

Baby, I don't want no one, no one else.

   Michelle opened her door up in her roses pajamas, she laid her back on the wall, watching Peter getting out of his hotel room.

So hurry, cause I need some, need some, need some help.

   "Yeah, I know I should be going to her tomorrow but I want now." He told Happy, Michelle twisted her eyebrows annoyedly.

And I'll be waiting patient, patiently

   "Yeah, of course i'll ask her first, but please work it out for me."

'Cause I don't have you here with, here with, here with me.'

   "Where are you going?" She asked.

But at least I have the memory.

   He looked at her one last glance, then walked right pass her door without saying anything.

   Michelle fell back to her room, closed the door. Then sighed, it didn't work, because Peter Parker never even knocked her door once.

   In the elevator, Peter Parker texted you. In the exact same time the concert ended.

   "(Y/n), Peter texted." Natasha handed you your phone and read you what he sent.

   [Do you got plans tonight?]

   He asked.

I'm just thinkin' bout you, I'm thinkin' bout you. I'm just thinkin' bout you.

   You smiled, then said softly in the backstage. "I was thinkin' bout you."

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