A/N: SOOOO... I was thinking with quarantine has us all bored out of our minds!! I was thinking of doing mini Peter Parker fanfic books?? like different stories with like 5-10 chapters maybe? Would you guys read them? 🥺 also I love yall❤️❤️❤️
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      Peter's voice filled the silence of the neighborhood. I gripped my phone and blinked away tears to try to focus on the sidewalk back to my house.
           "He's a dick." Peter harshly spoke and bitterly laughed looking up at the stars. I passed Liz Allen's home and memories of my childhood friend flowed through my mind. "You deserve someone better. Especially, someone who would walk you home after a date in the park. I mean what kind of dick does that?"
         "The kind of dicks I date, I guess." A hateful laugh spilled out of my mouth and then transformed into a slight sob. I felt myself pause and my legs stopped like they couldn't walk anymore. I sniffled and wiped my tears with the back of my hand, there was a full moon tonight. "Why do you always call me after my dates?"
           "Because, I wanna be your someone."
            I felt a smile welcome itself onto my face and finished wiping my tears. I raised my other arm to pinch myself and realized I wasn't dreaming.
                How could a good guy like Peter Parker like me?
                "And why would you do that?" I asked testing the waters, my heart fluttered in my chest. The only feeling that would happen with him, I had just noticed.
                "Because I wanna be the guy who walks you home after every date." I grinned and felt myself tear up with happiness. "Which, is why I'm here."
                "What?" I laughed confused and looked around for him, my eyes landed on him on the other side of the street. He looked up from his phone and set it in his back pocket to walk over to me in a few minutes. He was only a few inches away from me. I smiled and shook my head in disbelief. "You're too good for me."
            "No, you're too good for me." Peter sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Y/n, listen. We're friends but, we're not. We're friends who are sometimes attracted to each other and would do anything for each other. Or I would. I don't want to be just sometimes friends, I want to be something more with you. It's killing me seeing you with guys who treat you so so badly. You deserve to be with someone who treats you right and I want to be that person for you."
           His hand reached out for mine and grabbed my hand gently, his thumb traced circles on the back of my hand. Causing the present butterflies in my stomach to go wild.
           I looked up from our hands and looked deeply into his eyes. He stepped forward and closed the gap between us. His other hand cupped the side of my face and moved a piece of my hair behind my ear.
            "Let me be your person," His thumb traced my bottom lip and felt myself lean into the force between us. "Please."
               I reached up and grabbed a fistful of shirt, connecting our lips instantly. Fire erupted from the bottom of my feet throughout my whole body. His hand moved behind my neck and he deepened the kiss. I felt Peter's lips soften and lean more into mine. Peter's hand moved passionately and gripped my hair. I sighed euphorically against his lips and he pulled apart. We both sucked in deep breaths and Peter leaned to press two more gentle kisses to my swollen lips.
         "I'm your person, Pete." I squeezed his hand and turned away to face the way back to my house. "Walk me home?"
          Peter smiled and we walked together at the same pace, I leaned into his side. His lips lightly touched my ear.
             "I will always walk you home." He kissed the top of my head.