The Next Day

Peter woke up to the sound of his alarm. It was morning already. He reached for the alarm and tried to turn it off. It fell straight onto the floor and made a bang. May came running in after hearing the noise. Peter was just lying on bed with his head between the pillows. "You have to get up." She spoke. "You have your first day back at school today."

"I don't wanna." Peter mumbled. He had been dreading this morning for days. He had to go back. He'd missed too much of school. May went over to Peter's bed and helped him up. "I know, sweetie but you have to. Come on, I made waffles." Peter woke up at the sound of waffles before slowly laying back down. Every time he thought about eating, he'd feel sick. He knew he had to though. Peter got out of bed and went to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and felt the heat fill the room. The mirrors became steamy and the windows fogged up. He quickly showered before grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist. He looked in the mirror and cringed at his body. All the muscle that was there a few months ago, was gone. He was just skin and bone now. He quickly turned away and walked to his room to get changed.

He got changed into jeans and a hoodie and walked into the kitchen. May was sat there at the table, a plate of waffles on both sides. "Hey, Peter. I told you I made waffles."

"Thanks Aunt May, but I'm not hungry."

"Just eat one. Please?" May pushed the plate towards her nephew with a begging look. Peter defeatedly picked one up and put it in his mouth. They tasted good, May's cooking always tasted good.

May cleared the dishes while Peter got his bag. It was one that Mr Stark got for him. He held it close to his chest. Remembering every moment with his mentor. He put the bag around his shoulder and made his way to the car with Aunt May. They drove in silence. Neither one wanting to speak. They drove through the gates of the school. Teenagers grouped together, talking like normal. It was then that he saw the posters. The colourful, massive posters. They were all around the outside of the school. He had no idea what it was like inside. He messaged Ned asking if he had anything to do with it. He replied straight away, they were there since the first day. He even saw Flash putting one on the walls. 

He went to his locker and saw Ned standing there waiting for him. Peter walked faster after seeing his best friend. He walked into Ned's embrace and suddenly, things were better. Only for a moment, but it was still something. 

Before he knew it he was crying quietly into his shoulder. Ned realised and slowly dragged him into the bathroom. He let go of Peter to go get some tissue. Peter sat down and leaned up against the wall. It felt like the walls were closing in on him. It was hard to breathe. He closed his eyes, the light suddenly becoming to bright for his heightened senses. 

"Peter." Ned's voice echoed through the bathroom. He handed Peter the handful of tissues before sitting down next to him. Peter wiped his eyes and nose and lay his head on Ned's shoulder. The warning bell would sound in a few minutes but that was all he needed. A few minutes. He got up and splashed water on his face trying to look like he hadn't been crying. 

They walked to first class, chemistry. Peter sat down between Ned and MJ. He listened to the teacher, fidgeting with the sleeves of his hoodie. Soon class finished and Peter, Ned and MJ all went to their next classes. They had History whilst he went to maths. 

A/N: I finally updated. Anyway, tell me what you think. The next chapter might be a bit angsty. I'll put a trigger warning then. 

Cya