'At least it's Friday, at least it's Friday...'

You laid there on the not-so-soft bed in the nurse's office. When Michelle dropped you off, you explained your condition to the nurse and she insisted on doing some stretches herself on your legs. They were painful, but surprisingly it did help. You still couldn't walk that far though.

"Can your parents pick you up?" The nurse asked you once she was done with the bending and stretching of your leg. You sighed remembering your parents wouldn't be home until maybe past midnight. They had a wedding they had to go to and you had the apartment to yourself.

"N-no... they won't be home until late night." You placed your arms over your stomach as you stared at your fingers, wondering how in the hell you were gonna get home. Sure you can stand, but you can't walk.

*knock knock knock*

Someone was at the door. You couldn't see their face just yet because you were facing the the opposite direction.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Hill." Your mouth twitches a little when it was Peter's voice. Hearing steps, Peter came into your view with a fruit cup in his hand.

"Hey little miss cripple." Peter smirked turning to you. You rolled your eyes and scoffed. "Let me guess, you got that from Michelle." He only shrugged. "I'm not crippled." You scoffed looking away from Peter. He only laughed softly.

"Here, I brought you a fruit cup for your lunch." Peter handed you the cup as you grinned. "Awh, thanks Parker." You replied opening the lid and popping a honeydew piece in your mouth. Peter smiled when you said his last name or nickname.

"Honey, is there any way you can go home? Besides the bus because I don't want you waiting." The nurse interrupted the moment between you and Peter. You don't even take the bus, but you still shook your head looking down at the fruit.

"You can't go home?" Peter took a seat next to you on the bed. You shook your head again putting a grape in your mouth. "My parents won't be home. I mean I'm only 5 blocks away but I can't walk..." Peter's eyes trailed down your body as if he was thinking.

"Mrs. Hill, would it be okay if I assisted (y/n) after school. I can take her home." Peter turned his head to the nurse who was sitting at her desk. She looked at Peter, then at you, then back at Peter. You ate a strawberry.

"Alright. She might be able to walk a little better by then, but she will need someone if she goes limp." Mrs. Hill explained waving her pen. Peter nodded turning back to me with a grin. You looked up to his eyes and there were wrinkles around them with such joy in his orbs.

Then the bell rang.

"I'm gonna go to class, I'll come back once school ends to pick you up." Peter stated quickly before he got up. As he did, he stretched out his hand and carefully placed it on your cheek, brushing his thumb slightly under your eye as if it was an act of comfort. In a second, he was gone and you felt your heart pounding in your chest.

Everytime something happens with Peter, something happens to you and it makes you feel weird feelings in your chest. You continued eating your fruit cup trying to hide the fact that you were kinda awestruck. Luckily, the nurse continued writing whatever she had to write.

*time skip to end of the day*

*knock knock*

"Your knight in shining armor is here to retrieve his damsel in distress." Peter's voice came to your ears in a weird accent. You got up and turned around to Peter at the door, not giving him time to step in.

"More like a knight with a backpack who's here to help his friend get home." You shot back with a joking manner. Peter started at you and then grinned stepping in to help you when you threw your legs over the bed. "Fuck." You whispered very quietly and painfully so the nurse wouldn't hear you. Heck, she wasn't even paying attention to the scene that's occurring.

"Alrighty, give me your arm." Peter commanded as you got up with him as leverage. "Thank you, Mrs. Hill." You said over your shoulder before exiting the school with Peter.

"Parker!! How is the little lady!!" A too familiar voice called out. You took in a deep breath before turning your head to see him. Mikey. You shot daggers at him. Mikey saw your eyes and his eyebrows rose.

"Fuck off, Mikey!!" Peter yelled back as he held your shoulders while you tried to go down the steps. "You know she likes big boys!!" You heard Mikey yell back. You balled up your fists ready to go up to him and clock his jaw.

"(Y/n) no..." Peter whispered in your ear. His breath on your neck relaxed your muscles. You started to feel bad because Mikey just shamed Peter... or so you thought he did.

"She doesn't like you!!" Peter replied with a shrug like 'sorry-but-you-lose'. "It's gonna be okay, (y/n)..." Peter whispered back in your ear when you two made it down the steps.

On your way to your house, you felt pain in your feet. The ache ran down your thighs and pins were poking at the balls of your feet. You tried to not make a big deal out of it. Peter, on the other hand, was right behind you, or sorta. He had his hand on the small of your back and his other hand farther away from you on your shoulder.

The next step, you stumbled, the pain searing through your legs. You put your hands out and Peter, with really quick reflexes, had his hand wrapped around your waste and his other hand holding your forearm.

"Are you okay? Does it hurt?" Peter asked with a very worried tone. You nodded, but reassured him. "I'm fine though. Just two more blocks." You slightly panted. And then you stumbled again. This time, Peter had both of his arms around your bottom torso.

"That's it." He huffed turning over. In a second, you ended up bridal style in his arms. You looked at Peter with shock as your hands automatically made its way around his neck.

"Peter!!" You squealed looking at him with wide eyes. "I'm heavyyy." You protested, hoping Peter would put you down. He only shook his head. "You are not heavy." He said. (Because his strength is like 3x stronger now cause he spider boy heuheuheu)

"Just relax. We're almost home." He told you as he carried you for the rest of the two blocks.

*tiny time skip*

He made it to your door. He put you down. He sucked in some air and was perfectly fine as if carrying you was like holding a feather.

"Thank you, Peter." Your voice almost inaudible. He scratched his head with a cheeky grin. "You're welcome."

With the strength you regained from him carrying you, you gave Peter a big hug. You had your arms around his neck and his arms were around your waist. You held the hug for a bit.

Then you felt Peter step back a little, also feeling his hands wrap itself on your sides. You looked up at the brown haired boy. He looked down at you with soft eyes. In the next moment, you felt his hands bring you close and his lips touch yours.

You were frozen; you were more than surprised. His lips felt soft and tender. You moved your head with his when he parted a little, but you needed to separate... and so you did. "(Y/n)–" Looking back at the boy who just kissed you, you muttered a quick, "I have to go."

With the best agility you could bring out, you took out your keys from your pocket and jogged your way up your steps and to the door. You didn't look back at Peter, worried that he might be looking back (which he probably was). Unlocking the inner door, you stepped in and closed it immediately leaving Peter outside.

In the next moment, the pain came back in bursts in your legs and you just fell on the couch trying to process everything that happened.

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[ July 27, 2017 ]