☆Do not insult any songs and artist mention in the story, please respect the songs.

Real Friends
(Camilla Cabello)

Your pov

I just dropped a bomb.

And now I'm just sitting here in my limousine, watching everyone freak out.

Steve's been groaning about how he doesn't want the civil war thing to happen again, while Natasha is panicking about the media writing bad stuff about me. The only one who seams as chill as I am is Sam, he really agreed on getting the song's copyright back.

And Bucky was still eating plums.

"They call you a lying bitch!" Pietro yelled, trying to show me one of the articles written about what I did.

"Oh? Okay? Just don't read them." I sighed. Peter and I figured out years ago that the best solution to deal with these kind of opinions is to not read them.

I shouldn't be thinking about him next to Pietro.

"But this is really nasty! See, I'll read it to you, '(Y/n) (L/n) is back at it again, trying to regain a copyright to a song she claimed to have written with her ex boyfriend, (Peter Parker), she--"

"Please, Pietro, don't read them." I begged, he doesn't really understand that I don't like to read what people think of me when they don't know me at all.

"Fine." He shrugged, then continued reading the article.

It's the LOA party, after the awards show, hosted for those who received any kind of reward. It's like a prom night for singers, they said. It'll be fun, they said.

"We're here, are you ready to smile?" Nat asked me, making sure my hair looks okay.

"Not really. But I don't really have a choice."

"That's right. Don't forget, if one of those assholes asks you why you did that to Allan or ask if you do have any evidence that you really wrote Everything Has Changed, you just smile at them. No comebacks okay?"

"Evidence? They're not the FBI for copyright on songs." I chuckled sarcastically.

"Just don't make things worse!" She yelled but I was already outside of the car, holding on to Pietro, walking in to the party on a red carpet, smiling to hundreds of cameras.

They tried to ask us about what went down at the awards but I just smiled at them and kept walking. When we finally made it to the photo booth a photographer took a Polaroid of us.

As soon as we reached the party, Pietro let go of me to say hi to his rapper friends. I sighed then looked around. I have no friends today. Tragic. Most of those i can talk to are on their tours.

"No one to talk to?" Sam asked.

Seems like he's the only one invited to this party from Rogers record label that's not me. Because Sam Wilson is not just Steve's best friend, but he's also a rapper. His breakthrough single was 'I'm a bird.'.

"Yeah... not really." I sighed, being at the top of the industry is getting me more hate than like.

"What about Jane? I know you've been having bad blood and all, but isn't she like your childhood friend? You mentioned she was at the party where you met Parker?"

We settled down at an empty table, one of the waiters served us fancy drinks. "She wrote a song about me. As a comeback for Real Friend."

"Really? I didn't know about that?" Sam twisted his eyebrows.

"That's because her album flopped. She didn't even hit a million views on that song."

"How did you guys fight again? I want to hear it from you not what they write about in all those articles."

"Hush now. She's walking this way." I panicked and poured whatever-drink-it-was down my throat so i can deal with her.

"Hey! (Y/n)!" Jane looked completely different, she dyed her whole head neon pink wearing too tight dress and leading her little squad that looked the exact same.

"Hello. Jane."

"Congrats on winning top female artist! A couple of boys over there told me I deserved it more than you but i told them, no! You're the best!"

I hate her sarcasm, it's very obvious and cheap.

"Oh? Thanks. But how could you receive my awards, right? You weren't even nominated." I smiled at her.

They froze then bit their lips. "See you around." Jane said.

"Yeah." I was still smiling at her until her little group passed. I groaned into my hands. "All I want is real friends..."

"Tell me about it..." Sam patted my back.

"Yeah. I should tell you about it. For real."

"Oh? Okay." Sam shrugged, then grabbed his drink, ready to hear my story.

Flashback

"Will you come at my place tonight?" I asked softly.

"I want to baby, but i can't." He replied softly.

It left us quite a silence. It has always been this way. He's hiding something but i was too scared of losing him to ask. "It's okay." I said, looking out the window.

"What about Jane's party tonight? Will you be there?" He asked.

"Believe it or not... I wasn't invited." I sighed. God, i'm so tired of sighing.

"For real?"

"Yeah, she posted a picture with Chanel on her Instagram, guess she joined Chanel's squad?"

"Ah... shit. I feel bad for you. I was thinking you'd be there. But i'll meet you tomorrow, alright?"

"Yeah. Okay. You do your thing, just... I love you okay?"

"I love you too. Baby, i have to go, talk to you later."

"Right. Sure."

He hung up.

I tugged a blanket over myself, it's snowing today and the cold came with the loneliness somehow. I grabbed a cup of hot chocolate, putting on my earphones and listening to some songs.

No... none of these song matche my feelings.

I'll write one of my own then.

I bent over to grab my guitar, i just played it last night so it didn't need any tuning. I tried to think of some melody for it.Maybe i could go for Cm. No, i want it to be simple, maybe i'll add some capo, i mean, who cares? Nobody cares about my songs anyway.

🎼play song at this part🎼

I closed my eyes, feeling the feels, not thinking of it, that ways it's much easier to write them.

"No i, think i'll stay in tonight. Skip the conversation and the 'Oh i'm fine.' "

Right, what's the point of showing up at the party that you weren't invited, i should just accept and live with the fact that Jane is gone now. That's it.

"No i'm no stranger to surprise, this paper town has let me down so many times."

Writing that songs was so easy. To put words and rhymes and my mood into it, seems like the more fragile you are, the more delicate the song turns out.

"Why do i even try? Give me a reason why? I thought that i could trust you, never mind. Why all the switching sides? Where do i draw the lines? I guess i'm too naive to read the signs."

She left because Chanel is now a model and gained some fame. I can't believe Jane will leave just for more likes and compliments. I don't need friendships like these. Jf she wants to go, then so be it.

"I'm just lookin' for some real friends. All they ever do is let me down. Every time I let somebody in then I find out what they're all about."

"I'm just lookin' for some real friends. Wonder where they're all hidin' out? I'm just lookin' for some real friends. Gotta get up out of this town."

I had to stop because of the freaking tears. C'mon, (Y/n), you could become successful one day by what you've been through, think of this as an opportunity, not something to cry about.

I couldn't, so i ended up writing only half of the song, and then cry instead. I looked at the pictures they posted without me. And cried, that's easy. I cry so easily when it comes to friends.

Especially when it comes to betrayal, i swear Jane and I just gossiped about Chanel and now she switched sides like a record changer, i'm so disappointed and hurt and it's all mixed up.

I feel like i'm the last one in the group. Not even someone's second choice, but the last. Like, i had to be the one inviting everyone to make sure that i was included in the party. Or if a car is full they'll just kick me out.

All I want is a friend, to care about me, to know that when i said i'm fine i was lying. Is that so much to ask for?

I have no one.

God, i have no one at all.

The door opened up as I looked up with my teary eyes to see Peter Parker. In his favorite jacket and a guitar's case across his shoulder.

"Oh... no... Come here, baby..." He muttered.

I jumped at him and cried into his chest, he patted my head and kissed it repeatedly like i was a lost child. "I should've never left." He whispered.

"You came back. That's more than enough." I told him.

"I won't leave now, okay?"

"Promise?" I asked.

"Promise."

And suddenly all things didn't seem too bad anymore. Because I had Peter Parker.

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