In honour of me moving😂 thanks to all of you who have been so supportive, it really means a lot❤️ I feel like Wattpad is my portal for whatever I'm feeling😂 But seriously this glitch, like what the hell is happening???

I like to think this is what would happen to me if I actually had a boyfriend.

Walking home from the subway, you felt the strain of a thousand textbooks weigh heavily on my shoulders. You looked up occasionally, as Peter rambled on about something Mr. Stark had told him the other day.

"And so I told him that it wouldn't be a problem, y'know, cause I can handle it, so he let me go with him to fight the villain! Oh Y/n it was awesome, you should've been there!" He smiled at you with a look of pure glee on his face that made your heart melt.

"Trust me Pete, if I was there then I'd be dead right now," you chuckled lightly, smiling right back.

"Well, even if you were there, I wouldn't let anything happen to you, but you know what I mean! You should've seen me."

"Well seeing you or not, I'm still proud of you babe."

"Thanks," he blushed shyly. Peter was never one for compliments. You two had been together for almost two years, and yet his stutter still sporadically appeared, and his nervousness came in bouts.

When you reached your apartment, he leaned in to kiss you. Holding his face there for a moment or two longer, you savoured the taste of his lips on yours. Smiling, you broke the kiss.

"Be safe," you pleaded with him, as he turned away to start his patrol.

"Always am," he grinned. "Love ya."

"Love you too."

Closing the door behind you, the corner of your lips still helplessly glued towards your cheeks, you walked into the kitchen.

"Y/n, darling, we're glad your here," your mom said, breaking you from your trance.

"Wha-?" You spun around, facing your two parents seated at the small metal dining table.

Your dad had his glasses off, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. A cup of coffee was in your mom's hands, papers scattered over the table.

"Uh, what's happening? Like, why are you guys home so early?" You asked, suspicion and worry infesting your thought process equally.

"Well... sweetie it's probably best that you sit down for this," your mom said sadly, patting the chair next to you.

"What is it? Did someone die?"

"No, no, honey, nothing like that," your dad chuckled, stroking a hand through your hair.

"It's just that... I got transferred," you mom said bluntly.

"Transferred? I-I don't understand, you mean like to Manhattan? The Bronx? Brooklyn? How am I gonna keep going to Midtown?"

"Actually... it's not to one of the boroughs."

"...Where is it to then?" You asked hesitantly.

"Chicago."

"Chicago?! Mom that's like a thousand miles away (is it really though?)!" You choked out, standing up.

"I know, Y/n, I know. And it's gonna be hard leaving your whole life behind-"

"Mom I don't think you understand, I can't just leave Queens! I have Peter, and my friends, an-and Senior year to finish!"

"Y/n it's going to be fine, just trust me honey," Mom sighed, pushing her stray hairs away from her forehead. "It's stressful for all of us."

"You're the one who's stupid job is the reason why we're moving! Don't pretend that you couldn't avoid this."

"Y/n, it would mean leaving my job-"

"Mom, just, just let me be upset. Kay? I-I need to go to my room I think."

Slamming the door to your room, you faced flopped onto the fraying duvet you've had since fifth grade (look at me knowing all the US grades).

Your tears stained the pale pink pillowcase, as you tossed and turned around. What were you going to do? The school year had barely even started, and you were just supposed to go to a new school for the last few months of high school? And what about Peter?

Almost as if one cue, your phone rang. Peter's contact picture filled your screen, and you reached to pick it up.

"So I was thinking for our two year anniversary on Friday that we go to that Italian place, that always smells really good, right?" He started in lieu of hello, "And I know what you're probably thinking Y/n, that it's gonna be impossible to get in but-"

"Peter?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you stop by? If Spider-Man's not too busy?" You sniffled into the phone, hugging a bundle of blankets closer to your chest.

"'Course. Everything alright?" He asked, and you could hear the sound of his web shooters go off through the receiver, and the whoosh of air telling you he was already en route. "You sound like you've been crying." He pointed out.

"Yeah, well um, just get here as soon as you can," you said, wiping your red eyes clear of any tears.

"Here," He said, and you heard a thump on the fire escape. You went to open up the window, letting a breathless, and still masked Avenger into your room.

He climbed in, quickly taking his mask off, and releasing the mass of unruly curls, giving them a good shake.

"So what's wrong?" He asked, wrapping his hands around your waist.

"My mom says that we're um, that we're moving. To Chicago." You whispered, leaning your head on his shoulder.

"What?!" Peter exclaimed, leaning back so he could look at you.

The tears reappear as you nodded. "She got transferred."

"Do you know how soon?"

"I kinda left the table before we got to that," you chuckled, looking at Peter's glossy eyes. "...What are we gonna do Pete?"

"We'll go long distance," he said simply.

"Is that what you really want?"

"What I really really want is for you to stay here, and for us to finish school together before we start the rest of our lives as one. If we have to spend a few months apart before that end result then I think I'll live. All I know is that not being with you isn't an option." Peter looked into your beautiful e/c eyes sincerely, kissing away the tears that were fresh on your cheeks.

You took a shaky breath, nodding, "Okay. You're right. And we can totally do this-"

"Y/n honey can I come in?" Your mom knocked on the door, and you swear you'd never seen Peter jump so quickly, easily bounding through the opening in the window onto the fire escape. Chuckling to yourself, you let your mom in.

October

"I'm gonna miss you so much," your voice was muffled by the soft skin of Peter's neck.

"It's gonna be alright, y'know?" His voice was trembling ever so slightly. Peter always tried to be strong for you, but you could tell from his tightened grip on your body that he was going to miss you just as much as you were going to miss him. "I love you so fucking much Y/n. And if any Chicago boy tries to take a pass at you then I will personally come down and kick his ass." Peter grinned and you laughed back. You were standing in your empty bedroom, all the boxes having been cleared to the truck.

"What? You don't think I can defend myself Parker?" You tilted your head back so you could give him a coy smile.

"Oh trust me I have full faith. I'm only worried that you'll go too far and kill the dude," he teased, and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I would never," you feigned innocence, and he pushed you against the nearest wall.

"Something to remember me by," he whispered, his once high pitched voice now low given his maturity (and lust). Leaning in, he kissed you sweetly at first, but quickly allowed it to become passionate. His hands were on your hips, keeping your body steady. Your own arms moved from his shoulders to his hair, playing with those curls that you loved so much.

"Y/n? It's time to go," your dad called from the other room, and Peter reluctantly peeled his lips from yours.

He breathlessly pushed his curls back. "I'll um, just call me when you get in, okay?" 

"Of course," you said, taking his hand in yours, walking out to see your parents and May in the living room.

"Bye May," you said, hugging her tightly.

"Be safe, and come back soon," she pleaded with you, crying slightly. On days when your parents were working late, she'd always let you sleep over at the apartment, and constantly invited you over for dinner. She had become like a second mother for you, always there, and supportive (I seriously love May).

Letting go of her, you turned to Peter, starting to cry again. "I'm gonna miss you so much," you whispered in his ear for the millionth time, hugging him as tight as you possibly could. "I love you Peter Parker."

"I love you too Y/n," was all he could say.

Kissing him on the cheek, for the sake of your parents and Aunt May, you let go of him.

May led him out of the door, and you and your parents followed, walking out to the car.

"Bye," you waved weakly, studying your boyfriend once more in the flesh, then getting the the back row of the car.

November

"I'm honestly convinced my teachers are evil," you said to Peter during your nightly FaceTime.

Peter gave his signature little chuckle, "What is it this time babe?"

"They gave me TWO essays this week! Two! How sad it must be to worship Satan," you tsk-ed to the laptop.

"So how is it in Chicago now that you're settled in?"

"Fine." You said, glancing down to study your nails.

"Y/n, c'mon it's me, I know when you're lying."

"I was not lying Peter!"

"Oh yeah? Then why'd you look down at your nails? You always do that when you lie!" He accused, and when you didn't deny it, he softened up. "What's wrong?"

"I mean, classwork is heavy but I guess it's no harder then Midtown, it's just... I always had you to help... and I don't really have any friends. Like, I found girls to sit with at lunch and stuff, but I mean, they've all been friends since nursery school! I literally just sit there for an hour while they talk and then go to my next class. One guy asked me out already, and I got to play the boyfriend card... so that was cool. His face was pretty priceless when I told him though," you smiled down at Peter, who forced a smile in return. "Now what's wrong with you?"

"I just... I wish that I could be there with you. It hurts to see you sad."

"I'm not sad Pete. More like... anxious. To see you, and to be with you. And speaking of being with you, college apps are due in January, so we need to talk."

"You're beginning to sound like May y'know."

"Peter it's our future! And if we don't coordinate then we'll spend another four years apart! Are you really saying that's what you want?" You cocked an eyebrow, knowing the clear answer.

"'Course not 'course not." He sputtered, now very engaged in finding out your list for potential colleges.

December

Your fingers traced the edges of the small package, with your first and last name inscribed by Peter's messy script. Your breath hitches as your eyes scanned the return address. That apartment that hosted some of your happiest memories. Movie nights with Peter, and sometimes Ned. Study sessions before a big exam, and the couch that you and Peter would always spend the wintry December evenings snuggled up on.

Rushing the package inside, to escape the chilly Chicago air, you took out your phone to call Peter.

"Hey babe," you heard his sweet voice fill your ears, instantly calming whatever fear was lurking deep down inside you.

"Hey Peter, I just got your package - you're not too busy are you?" You said, running up the stairs to your room.

"Nah, just studying. But you got it?" He asked excitedly, and you could practically hear his smile.

"Yeah, did you get mine?"

"No it hasn't come yet."

"Damn. Well we'll just have to wait until it comes to open these then. Just praying it arrives before Christmas."

"Nooo open it now!"

"I don't wanna open it without you getting yours! That's no fair!"

"Y/n I don't care about that! I mean, I'm excited of course to get it an' all, but I want you to have this, really," he pleased with you, and you conceded.

"If I haaaaaave to," you said teasingly.

"Wait, but let me FaceTime you first, I wanna see your reaction!"

Once you had the proper means of communication, you delicately tore away at the brown paper exterior.

When you had finished tearing it off, a small velvet jewellery box was revealed.

"Pete..." you gasped, gently opening the lid. Inside was a small gold locket, that when opened read Peter.

"Just, uh, so you don't forget me," he told you nervously, blushing like a tomato.

"Peter... I could never forget you, you know that. I love you way too much for that to happen," you smiled at him, wishing more than anything right then to be able to hug his muscular body, and kiss his face. To be able to run your hands through his perfect curls, and intertwine your fingers with his.

But that would all have to wait.

Disclaimer: I was not this dramatic when I found out I was moving.