Peter couldn't control how fast his heart had beaten as he made his way toward Liz. The group of friends was starting to disperse after she spoke to each one individually. Peter and Liz locked eyes and Liz stepped away from her friends.

He swallowed hard and prepared himself for utter embarrassment. Nothing came.

Liz, as beautiful as she is, was emotionless and straight faced as she greeted him. "Hi, Peter."

"Hi, Liz," he said softly, feeling something wrong in the air. "Why, um... why did you come back to New York?"

"My aunt has a wedding. And I thought I could say hi to my friends."

"Oh." The atmosphere was thick with tension. Words to be said, words left unsaid. He didn't understand, but he felt so different now when he looked at her. His heart wasn't racing against his chest anymore. He wasn't breathless. She was just a girl. "Well, um... it was nice seeing you. I'll catch you around?"

She replied politely, "Yeah, you too." Liz waved her hand goodbye and went back to her friends.

Peter turned around, his face fell. What was that? What just happened? Why didn't he do something stupid like he always did around Liz?

Why didn't he feel anything?

He turned around with a confused frown on his face and his eyebrows knitted together. He heard a car honk its horn and his head snapped up to find the source of the sound. It was Michelle's mom waving over at her daughter. Peter watched as Michelle gathered her things and headed toward the car. She opened the back door and Peter could spot her little brother, Teddy, sitting in the back seat. He had a colorful cast with a thousand signatures on his leg for when a shelf had fallen on him and broke his leg. Teddy giggled and eagerly welcomed Michelle as she climbed in the car and Peter could hear her coo at her little brother before the slammed the door shut behind her.

Peter tightened his scarf again. He swallowed hard and marched to the bike rack to go on home.

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Tony had been getting comfortable in the Parker household, to say the least. Peter would rarely come home and see Tony and his aunt together or if May left a note saying that they went out. What did they even do? He had no idea, and frankly, Peter didn't think he wanted to know.

Today, Tony was over, and he and May were having an intense discussion with cups of coffees in their hands. Peter walked in when May released a loud laugh. She covered her mouth to make it less obvious but she could hardly even breathe. Tony grinned at her.

"Petey!" Tony called out and waved at him with his hand. "Get over here."

Peter took a few steps deeper in his home to realize that they weren't the only ones there. Happy stood off to the side with his phone smashed against his cheek and his mouth blazing at an impossible speed. He almost sounded like an auctioneer.

Peter sat down on the chair across from Tony and May, who was only just calming down from her laughing fit. "You're... absolutely insane, Mr. Stark," May managed to say between breaths.

Tony shrugged, smile still there. "I happen to think that it is a brilliant idea and you're the insane one."

Peter lifted a brow. "What idea?"

May faced Peter, calming herself down in the process. "Okay, so Tony had this brilliant idea where we go to the Bahamas for Christmas, simply because we've never been."

Peter's eyes met with Tony's and he felt his voice trapped in his throat. This was insane. Peter said a spring of incoherent sentences, unable to express his feelings on the situation.

Happy had overheard somehow through his phone conversation. He ended the call with his face fallen as he looked at Tony. "Sir? You're going on vacation?" He didn't have to add: with the Parkers?.

"Why the hell not?" Tony sighed, "No one else wants to go with me anyway. Do you seriously think Vision is going with us to the Bahamas? And you know that it isn't Rhodey's scene."

Happy frowned. "Well, what about my scene?"

"Of course you can come. But are you going to work through it?"

"I..." Happy pouted. "I will not. I won't lift a damn finger and I will relax more than all of you combined."

"Nice!" May lifted her mug in a way to cheers to Happy. "Let's do it! This year has been freaking crazy." She put the mug to her lips to sip on her coffee.

Peter was still in shock but he returned back to normal when there was a knock at the door. He called out that he would get it and he swung the door open.

Michelle stood, rocking her weight from the balls of her feet to the heels. She had her hands clasped in front of her as she waited for the door to open. Once she saw Peter, she said, "Hey."

"MJ!" Peter gasped. "W-What are you doing here? Unannounced? Again?"

She tugged on her sleeve. "Sorry, is it weird to do that? I thought friends do that all of the time. I can text next time-"

"No! No!" Peter waved his hands and nervously laughed. "No, it's cool. Just unexpected. Seriously, come by whenever you want, May and I don't mind."

Behind him, Tony yelled, "Who's at the door, Pete?"

Peter turned halfway to Tony. "Oh, it's my friend, Michelle."

Michelle peered over Tony and her face went cold. "That's Tony Stark... on your couch."

Peter nodded. He leaned closer to whisper, "He kind of became like my uncle I think."

"Cool," she breathed.

"Oh, Michelle!" May yelled eagerly. "Come in, come in! Peter don't be rude, let the girl in for Christ's sake!"

Peter stepped aside for Michelle to enter and closed the door after she stepped inside. He puffed out his cheeks and walked behind Michelle as she came in his home. She made eye contact with each person and Peter noticed how she stood straighter and tapped her sides anxiously.

Michelle sat on the chair that Peter had just been in, and Peter decided to just take a seat on the table. He saw that Michelle seemed to have shrieked from the pressure that was on her. These very important people around her and she was completely unprepared. Despite her nerves, Michelle faced Peter. "Hey, um, my mom asked about you from the mall incident... and I don't know why but she wants you over for dinner so..."

"Dinner?" Tony quipped, perking up at the mention. "I'm hungry, are you hungry, May? Happy?"

May thought for a second. "Uh... yeah, a bit actually."

"I was beginning to wonder when you were going to mention food," grumbled Happy.

Michelle swallowed. "Oh, if you guys wanted to come over for dinner, my mom would be okay with that, I think."

Tony faced Peter with an expected expression. "Come on, Pete. Please? Pretty please?" he turned back to Michelle. "What is she making?"

"Baby back ribs with cornbread."

Happy declared, "I'm going and you're not going to stop me, Stark."

Tony scoffed, "Who said I was going to stop you? I'm joining you!"

"I haven't had ribs in forever," groaned May.

Despite all of their side conversations, Michelle looked at Peter, waiting for an answer. His jaw kept moving, trying to form words. "Y-yeah, that sounds really good."

"Cool, let me just text her to let her know that we've got extra guests..." She pulled out her phone and quickly tapped her thumbs across the screen. Peter noticed that there multiple unread messages from the same person. Michelle ignored it and texted her mom. She hesitated when she finished the message, no doubt looking at the notification, but she shut off her phone.

May took another sip of her coffee. "Where do you live sweetheart? Close by?"

Michelle nodded. "Pretty close. I live in a town house about four or five blocks away."

"Oh that's not too far," Tony said. He turned to the side to address May. "We should walk over there."

Michelle's phone vibrated in her hand. She quickly opened the message from her mother and announced that everyone could come over. Peter noticed that this time she opened the unread messages. Her thumb blocked his view from seeing who the messages were from.

"Let's get to goin'," Happy said and he waved his fingers toward the door.

Peter and Michelle led the pack as they began the walk to her house. Peter stuffed his hands in his pockets to keep them nice and toasty. He glanced down at Michelle's hands that swung with each step she took and remembered how icy cold they were on Halloween. She should probably be wearing gloves or put them in her pockets or maybe he could...

Nah, she wouldn't do that. Nope. And why was that thought even on his mind?

Eventually, they made it to the Jones townhouse and Peter had passed by this home more times than he could remember and he would always stare at its magnificence. It was an entire art piece, a mural.

The mural differentiated their house from everyone else's on the block. It framed the windows with beautiful planets, nebulae, galaxies, and stars. Every day, people would walk by and gawk at the artwork or take pictures.

Michelle hopped on the steps leading up to the front door. She plucked her keys from her pocket in her pants and jingled the keys to unlock the front door. The overwhelming aroma of barbecue grazed Peter's nose and he was in love.

"Mom, I'm home!" Peter and the others filed in the Jones household after Michelle. The atmosphere of her home was complete and utter comfort, kind of a lazy attitude. The couches were worn down, enough so that when you wiggle around in the perfect spot, you'd collapse in eternal bliss. The lamps illuminated the living room, leaving a warm glow. Toys were scattered on the dark hardwood floor leading to the modern kitchen. Michelle's mother greeted them with a smile as she was busy setting up dinner.

Michelle's father, Alexander, marched down the steps with his son in his arms. Teddy swung his leg cast as he poked his father's cheek with his stubby little hands. Ignoring Teddy pestering him, Alexander met his guests. "Welcome everybody, we weren't expecting so many people!"

"Yeah," Michelle chuckled, "only Peter."

Peter bit down on his lip.

"Honey?" Michelle's mother, Julia, washed her hands in the sink as she blindly called out to Alexander. "Did you get Teddy to wash all the paint off of his hands before we all eat?"

"All clean!" Alexander replied and Teddy repeated his father's words. Once Alexander got to the ground floor, he made a bee line for the kitchen to set Teddy down in his seat since he wasn't able to properly walk.

Michelle escorted everyone in the kitchen and she and Peter introduced the two families. Soon, they were all seated at the dining table and were digging in the meal. Peter sat next to Michelle and Happy. Although the table was big, Peter felt a little cramped between the two and tried to make himself as small as possible as he ate.

"Peter!" groaned his aunt. Peter glanced up from his food to stare at his aunt incredulously. She tapped at the corner of her mouth as a signal. "You're making a mess, you animal."

Peter cried, "It's the only way to eat ribs!"

"I beg to differ," replied Tony sternly, a joke, as he picked up a perfectly cut piece of rib and plop it in his mouth without so much of a trace of barbecue sauce anywhere. "Only pros can do this."

Peter frowned. "I'm... a pro at eating." He lunged for a napkin and wiped the sauce from his mouth.

Michelle snorted, "You don't sound so certain that you are."

He turned to look at her and see how pro she really was, and to be frank, she wasn't a pro like Tony. Like normal people such as Peter, she had gotten down and dirty into her ribs. Michelle used her hands and had sauce smeared on the corners of her lips. Peter imagined he must have looked the exact same. She saw him staring and quickly dabbed her mouth dry.

"Oh stop teasing him." Julia wiped her mouth with a napkin before she made eye contact with Peter. "Peter, I- we want to thank you so much for what you did for us. For Teddy. You were brave and did something not many people would do and we all appreciate it." She gave him a warm smile.

Beside him, Happy frowned at his food as if it tasted funny. "Wait, what did this kid do?"

Alexander's eyebrows shot up. "You didn't know? There was a terrorist attack at the mall and Peter saved a few people, including my wife and my son."

Everyone's eyes turned to Teddy who sat between Michelle and her father. Teddy's hands were sticky with barbecue sauce and there were cornbread crumbs stuck to his cheeks as he stuffed his face with food. God, that kid was cute. It broke Peter's heart thinking that Teddy might not have been able to make it out of that wreckage alive.

May locked eyes with Peter and he could tell from the mixture of fury and panic in her expression, she was not happy with him. It sounds completely wrong, he knew that. Peter Parker saved the day, not Spider-Man. For all May knew, Peter must have revealed his alternate identity to save the day recklessly.

May pulled on a fake grin. "Wow, Peter, you didn't mention that you did that!"

Peter scratched the back of his head, unsure if May was going to jump across the table to strangle him right in front of everyone. "Yeah, sorry, Aunt May, but I just didn't want you to worry that's all."

"Sounds badass to me," Tony said after chewing another perfect rib piece.

A moment passed and Michelle reached out for her glass of water. She began to drink as her father spoke up once more. "So, Peter, how long have you and Michelle been dating?"

Peter was drenched in an instant. He blinked in surprise when Michelle spat her water at him. He wiped his eyes and Michelle, wide-eyed and blushing, covered her mouth with her hand.

Teddy cheered.

"Wha-?" Michelle stuttered, "Dating? Who said anything about dating? We aren't dating, dad. Are you crazy? Dad, I think you're crazy. Peter and I are not dating, nope!"

Happy elbowed Peter's side. He lowered his voice to a whisper to threaten Peter, "You're lucky I didn't get wet, kid."

"Oh my god!" yelled both May and Julia in unison. Julia cringed at the scene. "Oh, M, please go get some towels for him to clean him up."

Michelle rubbed the back of her hand across her mouth. Water still rolled down to her chin and collected to form droplets. Gravity pulled them to the floor, creating a puddle of a mess that Michelle would have to clean later.

Michelle nodded her head and said, "C'mon" to Peter as she rose from her chair. Peter's face, hair, and shirt were drenched. His shirt clung to his body and he could feel a cold breeze because of the wetness that made him shiver. They jogged up the stairs and Michelle apologized. "I'm so sorry, I was just surprised and Tony Stark was sitting in front of me, so I couldn't get spit on him. You understand."

"You chose to spit on me?"

"Kinda?" She offered an apologetic smile. When Michelle noticed how he wasn't going to be swayed by kindness alone, she sighed, "Yeah. I totally chose you, Peter. Can you imagine how a billionaire might react if a sixteen-year-old girl spat water at his face?"

Peter tried. It wasn't pretty. "That definitely wouldn't be good."

"Right?!" Michelle led him down the hallway and stopped in front of a cabinet. She opened it to grab a large towel and handed it to him while she went for a smaller one to dry her face. Peter wiped his face and tried his best to dry his shirt but it was soaked.

Michelle noticed and bit her lip. "Hmm, I think I have a shirt you can wear."

Peter's face burned, despite how cold he felt. "What? I'm not wearing your shirt!"

"Relax, drama queen, it's a guy's shirt." Michelle rolled her eyes and shut the cabinet. She led Peter further down the hallway to the very end where she opened the door to her room.

Like the rest of the house, it looked extremely comfortable. Michelle's room was three times bigger than Peter's. Her bed was filled with giant pillows and mounds of blankets that hung off the side, unkept. The rugs were to die for. Peter knew if he had lain on them, he would be asleep forever. Next to her bed was a desk with her laptop and a large window. Large canvases of Michelle's own artwork hung from the walls in proud display.

The Christmas lights hung across the wide the of the ceiling, low enough to touch but high enough so you wouldn't be walking through them. Michelle flicked on the light switch and the Christmas lights powered up, bringing white light to her room as well as pictures that dangled from the lights. Michelle's photo collection of memories, friends, and family, and aesthetic sights were meant to be shown on display, from baby pictures to field trip pictures to aesthetically blurred pictures of rain- you name it.

"Woah," Peter sighed at the sight, "this is awesome."

"Thanks." Michelle walked over to her closet and started to look inside. She tossed clothes in the air behind her that she deemed unworthy for Peter. Finally, she dug out a men's loose fitting light gray long sleeved tee with tight cuffs. Michelle chucked it at Peter's face but he was quick to catch it before it could hit him.

Peter studied the tee and fiddled with it in his hands. "Why do you have guy's clothes?"

Michelle shuffled over to her bed and collapsed in the mountain of pillows and blankets. She laid on her back and laced her hands together to rest over her belly. "Because sometimes, guy's clothes are better. Don't judge me. Manufacturers of women's clothing put fake pockets in pants. It's outrageous! And men's flannel shirts are to die for."

"...fair enough." Peter wondered if he should step out to go to the bathroom and change but that would require asking Michelle where the bathroom was and at the moment, he really didn't want to. Peter couldn't explain why he felt so damn nervous at that moment. Then he realized he was standing in a girl's bedroom like it was nothing. It was nothing, right?

Well, Michelle wasn't looking. She was staring at the ceiling, or her artwork on the walls, or even the pictures strung on the Christmas lights. She was looking at anything that wasn't him. It was safe. Besides, guys take off their shirts all the time in front of girls. It wasn't like he was going to take off his pants.

Peter took a deep breath and tugged the wet shirt off of him. His damp hair got even worse in the process, the gel was definitely fading and his curls were loose and wild. The moment Peter's skin touched the cool air, his body shivered. He quickly pulled on Michelle's tee and dragged the ridden up sleeves down to his wrists. The material was thick and soft and kept him warm.

He peered up to see Michelle's jaw had dropped. She scrunched her eyebrows together and pointed at him. "Dude, how the hell did you get so ripped?"

Peter couldn't have blushed more. He shook with panic. "Um, didn't someone teach you that spying is rude and to not stare?"

"You changed in my room! You expect me to not look?"

"Yes!"

"You're crazy, Peter."

"Am not."

"Are so."

"Am not!"

"Are so!"

"Well," he huffed and folded his arms across his chest. "You shouldn't have looked."

Michelle narrowed her eyes at him. She crawled to the edge of her bed and perched there, much like a cat would. Then, she moved to stand on solid ground and sized him up. "So you're saying that if I changed right in front of you, you wouldn't stare."

Peter's neck began to itch. "Um..." he cleared his throat, but the mustered the courage to answer her. "Yeah. Yeah, I wouldn't stare at you if you'd do that."

"Hmm..." Michelle's finger tapped on her chin as she studied him. She walked around him before she went back to her closet again to find something to wear. Michelle pulled out a dark red thick sweater and waved it in front of him.

Peter blinked. "No."

She smiled cruelly.

"Don't. Don't you dare."

"I'm gonna."

"Why?!"

"My shirt's wet!" She dramatically pointed to the collar of her shirt and, sure enough, it was tinged in a darker shade.

"MJ-"

She mimicked his voice, "Peter!" Michelle's fingers when to the bottom of her shirt and curled to hold the material. She lifted, showing just the faintest amount of her golden brown skin.

Peter dragged his eyes away. He looked off to the side, suddenly taking interest in the pictures that hung across the room. In one, he saw baby Teddy, a few months old, reaching toward the camera with his mouth wide open.

Focus. Focus. Easier said than done. Peter's eyes twitched in concentration.

Michelle made this agonizingly slow. She finally removed her shirt and dropped it on the floor, forgotten. She was left bare in a black bra.

He saw in the corner of his eye.

Michelle gasped. "You looked!"

"What?!" Peter's entire face was hot and red. "No, I didn't!"

"You did so! Turn around, you pervert!" Michelle struggled to quickly put on the sweater to cover herself.

Peter turned around so that his back faced her and there was no possible way he could see any more of her. "If I'm the pervert, then so are you! You looked at me shirtless and I accidentally looked at you shirtless! That's equality!"

Michelle snorted with laughter, "Accidental my ass! And I can't even begin to argue with you about equality, Parker!"

"MJ, I'm sorry-"

"Turn around, jeez."

Peter clamped his mouth shut by pressing his lips together in a line. He stiffly turned around to face her, hoping that she wasn't shirtless still. She wasn't and the sweater she wore covered her up but it also fit her quite nicely, he had to admit. Michelle awkwardly fidgeted and moved her arms to hide her chest. "That was um... that was the first time anyone had ever, uh, seen me."

"Oh." Peter's embarrassment couldn't have possibly matched hers at that moment. "Um... same here. I mean, it's the first time I've ever seen-"

"I get it." Michelle pushed her curly hair from her face and released a sigh. "Do you want to go back down there or just hang out and do something normal up here?"

Peter didn't think he could sit through an entire meal where May could ambush him with embarrassing stories about him. He'd rather avoid any more pressure like that. "Up here is good."

Michelle nodded. "Lemme tell my mom." She left her room to go halfway down the steps to update her mom about what she and Peter were doing. Michelle heard snip bits of the conversation; she was pretty sure Tony had offered to make Teddy a really cool and functional cast, her parents trying to refuse but failing, Happy on a phone call and May encouraging Tony's theatrics.

Michelle bounded up the stairs again to return to her room. Peter had sat on the very corner of her bed and placed his hand on top of the blankets, feeling them underneath his palm.

"Hey, so," Michelle began as she walked into her bedroom and gained his attention, "that was... a little weird. So let's just never do that again. Okay?"

He swallowed. "Yeah. Never."

"Never ever." Michelle jumped on the bed next to him and gathered the pillows and blankets around her. Her phone vibrated in her pocket. Michelle heaved a breath and plucked it out to tap a message.

Peter couldn't take the suspense anymore. "Who is that?"

Michelle's shoulders slumped. She ran her hand through her hair to toss it over her shoulder and away from her face. It took her a few moments to answer. "It's... Liz."

"Liz?" he repeated. He couldn't think of any reason why Liz and Michelle would text each other that wasn't school related. "You text Liz?"

"I've been texting her," she admitted as if it was completely obvious. It probably was obvious but Peter didn't catch on. "She's tolerable to me. Listens to me, so I listen to her. Right now she's freaking out because she doesn't have a stupid date to her aunt's wedding."

"Oh geez." Peter thought back to the homecoming dance when he was Liz's date and he left her hanging to go fight her father, Vulture. That definitely wasn't good. It tainted her view of dances. Yikes. "What is she going to do? And does she even need a date for a wedding?"

"She does apparently." Michelle shrugged. "I'm probably going to go as her date if she can't find anyone else. It's not that important, she's just nervous for some reason." Michelle turned off her phone and stuffed it into her pocket once more. She gazed at him and then giggled.

"What? What's so funny?" Peter pouted at her strange antics.

"It's your hair," she laughed, "it's awful."

Peter gasped and his hands flew to try to tame the mess that was his hair. He made it worse since he couldn't see what he was doing. His hair stuck out at odd angles, as though a cow had licked it so.

Michelle laughed harder and scooted closer. "Let me fix it before you go home with a Mohawk or something." She leaned toward him and lifted her hands to adjust the curls in his hair. Michelle gingerly twirled his damp hair in between her fingers and patted down the ends that stuck up. Her movement slowed as she noticed that Peter's eyes had closed shut and he breathed softly through his mouth. Hesitantly, she whispered, "Peter?"

A ragged breath this time. Peter squeezed his eyes tighter and clenched his fists in the blankets. "I know what you said earlier. I know that you said you don't like me and that I shouldn't bother but..." he slowed down and opened his dark eyes to meet hers. "...but MJ, I don't think that's true. That's your secret, right? You actually kinda like me. Even if it's a little. And if it's a little then it's enough for me. I didn't know how I felt until you rejected me earlier. I don't think I believed that I liked you. I don't think you believed it either. But MJ, I-"

Michelle grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him into her. He stiffed and hummed in surprise against her lips since his words had been taken from him. She kept pulling Peter into her, closer to her and Peter was drawn to her in every way. He leaned into the kiss and supported his weight by pressing his hand on the bed beside her hips. Michelle opened her mouth, softly sighing, "You talk too much" and Peter felt every word formed from her mouth on his.

Peter hummed in agreement and pressed his lips to hers again, trapping and locking her in a gentle hold.

Michelle pulled back. She shifted her hands to go to Peter's shoulders and guided him away. She shook her head and admitted, "Did you... taste barbeque sauce?"

"Yeah, that was weird, wasn't it?"

"Not what I imagined what my first kiss would be like, but acceptable. And I'm... confused."

"You're confused?" asked Peter.

"Yeah."

"Oh, thank god, me too." Peter laughed and tilted his head to the side. "Are relationships supposed to be this confusing?"

Michelle looked as though she was going to get hit by a bus. She got defensive and pursed her lips. "Woah, who said anything about a relationship? We just kissed Peter, we're not gonna put a ring on it."

He gaped at her. "Marriage is definitely not what I was talking about, MJ, and you know it."

"Let's face it, Peter," she sighed and she gave him a content smirk, "you so wanna marry me. I'm a catch."

Peter drew his eyebrows together and scratched his cheek, trying to appear to be lost in thought. "Mmm, let me think on that."

"Hey! You do so!"

He narrowed his eyes at her, suddenly serious. "Wait... do u wanna marry me MJ?"

"What? No! We're sixteen for Christ's sake!" Michelle cried.

There was a long pause between them before Peter asked, "...but you'd still put a ring on it when we're older?"

Michelle's cheeks turned red. "You-you're twisting everything I say!"

"I distinctly remember you twisting everything that I say."

"Shut up!" She shook her head and fumbled around with the blankets. Michelle looked down just as Peter did, both of them finding the awkward tense atmosphere unbearable. "Anyways," she cleared her throat, "we are not getting married and we are not in a relationship. We just kissed like two normal, consenting teenagers."

Peter had no idea what was happening or how he felt. Just a few days ago he was actively trying to avoid Michelle in fear that she might have a crush on him. Now, he could barely speak to her without feeling like his chest was going to cave in. It was so sudden, so unexpected. Neither of them could have planned this. Neither of them wanted this.

And yet...

Julia called from downstairs for Peter and Michelle. The dinner was over and it was late, so Peter's family had to get going.

Peter scrambled to get off of her bed and stumbled his way towards the door. Michelle followed him, trying to stifle a laugh. She grabbed the edge of the door and rested her head against the frame.

His lips still tingled from the kiss they shared. He opened his mouth to say goodbye but his breathing deepened and he felt dizzy. Peter instead waved and jogged down the steps in a hurry.

Peter returned with his family downstairs and said his goodbyes to the Jones's. Once outside, Tony grasped Peter's forearm and whispered, "Classic move, Pete."

This was too embarrassing.

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A/N: This is the longest chapter so far in this fic because there was no possible way I could split it in half without being a jerk. Hope you enjoyed the fluff even though I AM THIRSTING FOR ANGST UGH.

School is starting this week so I think I am probably updating WEEKLY from here on out unless life is good. Please for the love of god, don't ask me when I'm updating... I have no idea when I am.