You sat at lunch, looking up every once in a while. You added another detail to your drawing. It was coming out nicely. You had been working on it for two days, and you liked how it was turning out. It was one of your favorite drawings. You kept all of your works in your notebook. The cover was grey with colorful arrows.

Suddenly, your notebook is ripped out of your hands. You look up to see Flash, the school bully, start flipping through it.

"Well, what do we have here?" Flash looks at you. "Been busy, haven't we, Y/n?"

"Give it back." You say. They always picked on you for drawing. You were the quiet of the class, so you were an easy target for Flash and his buddies.

"Nah." He said. He started ripped out a drawing, held it in your face, and ripped it in half before dropping it into your lap.

As he starts to pull out another, a hand grabs his, causing him to stop. Peter looked Flash dead in the eyes with a ferocity that you've never seen from the Parker boy.

"She asked for it back, so give it to her." Peter said.

"Protecting others now, Parker?" Flash sneered.

"She asked for her notebook, give it back." Peter repeated. Flash scoffed, then moved to give it to you. As you reached to grab it, he dropped it, causing it to fall onto the floor. All the pages fluttered, landing on the drawing you were working on. Flash and his friends left as you got up to get your notebook. You reached down to grab it, but Peter reached it first. He picked it up and noticed what the drawing was. Your face turned pink with embarrassment as Peter looked at your drawing of him.

You would never tell anyone, but you had a huge crush on Peter. Ever since you had looked at him, you knew you liked him. All the other boys were okay, but Peter was different. And you liked that difference.

"That's really good." Peter compliments. "I like it." You blush and break eye contact. You stare at the floor, feeling very uncomfortable.

"Could you make me one?" You look up at him. Peter smiles as he holds out your notebook to you. You take it gently.

"Yes, I can." You say. "What would you like it to be?"

"Surprise me." He smiles. You nod and sit back down as he walks away. After a moment, you look up to see Peter return, followed by Ned.

"Can we sit with you?" Peter asks. You nod and smile. Peter takes the seat next to you and Ned sits across from you. Throughout lunch, Peter and Ned complimented you on your drawing of Peter. You finished it before lunch ended and started thinking about what to draw for Peter. Finally, you know what you're going to draw. You start on it that night.

-3 days later-

Flexing your hand to gain feeling in it again, you examine the drawing. You had added some coloring, bringing out the details. You grinned down at it and grabbed your phone. You realize what time it is and you start getting ready for school tomorrow. After you're done, you get ready for bed.

-the next day-

You look around the lunch room, carrying your lunch and notebook. Then you spotted Peter and Ned, sitting at your table. You make your way over, taking the seat next to Peter. Ned and Peter greet you, then return to stuffing their faces with food. After you all are done eating, you open your notebook.

"Peter," you say. "I finished it." He stares at you, confused, as you open to the drawing. In the drawing, Spiderman was swinging from a building. It was from the day that you had first seen him. Peter's face lights up when he sees it.

"You made this for me?" he says. You nod and he examines it. The details are all perfect, and Peter is amazed at your skill. "This is definitely your best drawing yet." Peter says. He turned to you. "Just out of curiosity, why did you draw Spiderman?"

"You seem like the kind of guy who would turn out to be him." You say. Something in Peter's eyes makes you question something about him. But you brush it off. You carefully tear out the drawing, then you give it to Peter. He takes it gratefully, smiling from ear-to-ear.

The rest of the day went well. You had great grades on your tests and quizzes, and you had a lot of fun in PE. That night, as you lay in bed, you think about that feeling you felt at lunch. It was almost like Peter hadn't told you everything. Maybe you could find out, maybe someday.