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'in your hesitation
I found my answer'
— Unknown

Your head was hung heavy as you finally dragged your feet down the halls of college. Maybe going to the party wasn't such a good idea, as nothing good did come out of it. Non the less you were glad to be out of your apartment on Campus, having had not much entertainment in the walls of your temperate home. Your hair was pulled up into a messy bun as you finally reached your first class off the day, the seams of your fine strands being the first thing to get on your nerves.

Before taking a seat, you met your brothers eyes, taking a deep breath as he came over to you. "You look rough" he raised his brows, doing a one over on you with his eyes.

"Jee, thanks" you remarked sarcastically, "Look I know you know I went to that stupid party but come on give me a break" you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose tightly.

"I know you went, and i'm okay with that, but taking Peter? Really?" he asked, hoisitng your head back up.

"H-How did you-"

"What you really think Peter can keep a secret?" he tinted one brow upwards. You shrugged, sitting down in the seat behind you.

"What's the big deal anyway? Peter's been to party's before?"

"Yeah, but not like that one"

"What are you even getting at, Ned? He didn't drink or do anything stupid so why, on a Monday morning, are you being such a bitch?" you snarled, letting your bag straps fall off of your arms and hit the floor, shoving it under your desk with your feet.

"I'm sorry, yeah your right" he sighed, moving off back to MJ who was stood in the corner with Liz. Which was a strange sight to see.

The bell sounded out and soon the class was rolling in quickly, Peter being the last one to take his seat. He was red faced and out of breath as he sat down beside you, pulling out his books. You inclined over moderately, keeping your eyes locked on Mr. Haywood as he continued to write the new date on the board.

"So are you running marathons before school, now?" you asked, sitting back in your chair, tapping your foot against the cold marble floor as you waited for his answer.

"What? Oh, no, I missed the bus"

"You never take the bus, you live like a block away" you quizzed, brows knitting together. Peter stayed silent, flicking through his book to find a fresh page. You blew it off, sitting back to face the front of the class and listening in on your instructed work. You flicked open the text book to the correct page, your fingers feeling a little sticky from the building hormones. You could feel you were ready to start your cycle again soon, which meant no good for the people around you: you were a desperate pain when you were on. You took a deep breath, massaging your eyes with the numbs of your cold fingers, trying to wrack your brain in to some kind of wakened state. Passing the gas station this morning you could have grabbed a coffee, now you were regretting deciding against it.

"Hey, wanna partner up?" A hand nudged your shoulder, knocking your chin out of the palm of your hand jolting your eyes back wide open. You turned to see Peter with a mellowed smile on his cheeks before browsing your eyes back to the board where the task at hand was laid out in white chalk. You nodded humbly, collecting your scattered sheets from last weeks work and tucked them in your book, running a hand through your hair, pushing it away from your eyes. As you were dismissed into your groups, Peter nudged his chair towards your single desk, rolling out his work booklet looking fresher than a summer breeze. "How are you so awake? Are you immune to hang overs?" you gave a lazy smile, pulling a pen from your inside pocket.

"No, I just choose not to well away my sorrows with alcohol" Peter expressed in an English accent, making a light giggle escape your lips. "Alright, Penis Parker you've made your point" you smiled, before copying down some of the work you had missed. You were a work a- holic to say the least, but there would be times where Peter would soar ahead of you with the blink of an eye. Every once in a while you would stop from the excessive numbness from your hand cramping and look up to see Peter concentrating, tongue tucked tightly in the side of his cheek as his curls fell down over his face. You would admire him, watch him closely, long enough for him to almost catch you, and then you would look away before your eyes could meet. You may have had a slight crush on Parker all year, but the feelings never really came around enough for you to be sure whether you truly had the man in you to ask him that scary question about consoling a relationship. According to some website you read, crush's only last from one to three months, so you were just initially waiting to get over him and move on.

Sooner than you thought, the bell was ringing and class was dismissed. You were usually kept in track with the timing of your lessons, but you figured it was your work that got you distracted.

Or something else.

Packing away hastily, you followed Peter down to your locker where he would stand and wait for you to exchange books before walking to English with you, which was yet another subject you shared. "How have things been with Ned?" Peter asked as you popped your door open, having to lift it with a jolt for it to unlatch. "Same old, annoying and always sticking his nose into my business" You gave Peter a side eye, with a look of suspension. You knew he had told Ned about you dragging him along.

"So does he know you went?"

"Peter, of course he knows, you told him?" you smirked, shaking your head lightly as you pulled out your Chem book in exchange for your English, shutting your locker and pulling out some gum from your pocket. Peter bit his lip, squinting with a guilt look written across his cheeks. "Sorry..."

"It doesn't matter now, I guess. I mean he was gonna find out eventually" you shrugged, gesturing for Peter to walk with you. "But then again heck I thought you could keep a secret?"

"Yeah... I lied" he snorted, shaking his head as his hands travelled to the sides of his backpack. "But, if I'm honest, I haven't stopped thinking about what you said the other night" he swiftly moved the subject, looking over at you, concentrating on looking where you were placing your feet.

"About the lessons?" you asked, already knowing not to make this anymore awkward for him.

"Y-yeah..."

"What about em'?" you conjectured, turning the corner and out of the science building towards the main block.

"When do we start?" he asked, cheeks flushing. Knowing that there was a slight confidence hidden deep down within Peter gave you hope, but this was a no strings attached kind of agreement. You were here to help him get another girl.. Which in every other universe would seem likely unfair. But, for you, if Peter was happy with the girl he had his heart set on then that was all that mattered, jealously aside. "Why don't you swing round my place tonight? We could do your first couple lessons this week?" you smiled, finally lifting your head to look over at him. He nodded hesitantly; "Okay, wanna meet up at, maybe six?"

"Sounds good to me, see you then?" you stopped at the doorway of your English room, having this being the last lesson you shared with Peter, and you sat apart. He nodded, a bright smile on his freckled face before you both entered, feeling slightly flustered before parting to sit in your opposite seats.

The rest of the day seemed to drag by, having had your heart set on the event for tonight, which was slowly blown over when you got a text from your brother.

'I'm sorry about earlier, please don't be mad. I get it that your growing up and I'm just trying to protect you'

You decided not to answer, having not been in the mood. You decided to at least take some hard core naproxen before you even opened the message. Other wise he'd be getting a paragraph full of a hormonal teenager. The walk home was short, as your mind wasn't in the right mood for strolling down the long road home with some friends, your usual routine which concluded of stopping by Delamar's for some gummy worms and maybe a tea from the walk in cafe. But, not today. Today you made it home in a record breaking time of only twelve minutes, having left school at three fifteen and arriving home at three twenty seven.

There was a neatly folded note on the kitchen side left by your step mom, having said that she would be working until late tonight. Carol filled in for you after your mother passed, sort of like a nanny. She would often come over to your place and stay to ensure that you were still committing to your college work. It could get annoying, but she was the closest thing you had to a mother figure.

You placed it back down, dropping your bag by the kitchen side and jogging upstairs. You enjoyed being alone in your room, because your space was different from any other room in the house. Your woman cave was decorated lightly with small pieces of souvenirs you had collected off of friends over the years. Mostly ones from Peter. When people think of a souvenir, they usually would gremice maybe a key ring, or a bracelet from abroad. But, yours were more gifts from your group of friends at school, that had been passed down through Birthdays and special moments from peter when he was feeling like treating you.

You ran your fingers under them gently, watching some of the smaller gifts swing as you nudged them, or watching some of the lights flicker as a shadow of the ornament passed by. After kicking off your shoes, you slipped off your shirt, tossing it into the wash basket and throwing on one of Peter's hoodies that he left over whenever he stayed with Ned. They would have sleepovers more often than not, and even Aunt May had questioned whether it was healthy for them to still be doing such at eighteen. You sided against it, as you enjoyed having Peter's company, and the brighter side of your brother when he was around. That's when it hit you. If Peter was coming over in less than an hour, Ned was going to know about it.

Picking out your phone from your jean pocket, you shot Peter a quick SOS text;

'hey Pete, Carole coming back to my place tonight and she's gonna wanna know what we're up 2, Aunt May home??'

After finishing the message, you swapped out your jeans for some all around black leggings and tied your hair up, not bothering with removing your makeup. Looking over towards you bed, you saw the light feathery sheets inviting you in, and your pillows screaming your name. You couldn't resist collapsing into the bliss of your bed sheets. Despite your bed being quite small for you now, it was the best bed you'd had out of all of the ones you had owned. It was comfortable, being one of those without springs. Your thoughts were distracted as your phone vibrated against your leg, making your heart jump. Pulling it from underneath you and resting your chin in the pillow, you checked through to see Peter had confirmed you were allowed over, and that Aunt May had just left.

'be there in 5'

Tossing on some old shoes, you shot Ned a quick message, having miss- spelt the majority of which as you were typing with one hand whilst trying to lock the door. However, shoving your hands into your pockets and making the ten minute stroll to Peter's apartment was blissful. You had the naproxen tucked in your pocket, figuring you'd take it upon arriving at Peters. The thin material which strapped your legs away from the summer breeze failed to keep away the chill that would start your shins and slowly make it's way to your chest, goosebumps running along your skin. It some what felt refreshing at times, as the busy roads that continued to rage in your mind remained to this day without traffic lights, so many thoughts passing through your head.

Upon arriving, Peter's bedroom window was tilted open slightly and you could faintly hear Ophelia playing in the background. The door was always left unlocked, so you wondered straight in. May and Peter had moved out of their small town apartment after his uncle Ben passed away, claiming that some of the rooms were difficult to be in, and you could understand. Your father had passed away when you were just a toddler, Ned being only a year older than you. You never really knew the guy, but at times still thought about what he might have been like: Was he tall? Did you have his nose? Your Mom never kept any photo's of him around the house, only one that she had claimed to keep in her purse, but never showed it.

You shut the door softly before kicking off your shoes and heading upstairs, your cold hands gripping the banister, the pills rattling in your pocket. The song changed as you reached the landing and all was silent for a moment, before Paranoid by Black Sabboth began playing, an old time favourite of your's and Peters. You smiled, your feet walking in time with the guitar beat before lightly pushing open his door. Peter was kneeling against his bed, a screwdriver hooked between his teeth as he fiddled with what looked like a web shooter on his bed. A broken one, that was for sure. He had completely demolished it.

"Whatcha do, sit on it?" you grinned, leaning against his door frame as your hands tucked themselves away in your pockets. Peter turned his head, his spidey senses had caught onto you before you even walked down the driveway. You couldn't scare Peter Parker. He took the tool away from his teeth before smiling, "Actually, no" he said, looking amused with himself. "Is that so?"

You moved off the door frame to his bedside where he always kept a glass of water. You pulled out the small bottle of medication, taking the glass between your finger tips. "Yeah, it is actually. Got into some fight down town and some douche grabbed it a little too harshly" he shrugged, taking the screwdriver and beginning to fiddle with the mechanics. You nodded as he spoke, slipping one of the red and yellow pills onto your tongue and taking a sip of water. Back in August you were on medication for three months because of an allergic reaction, and had to take tablets three times a day. So, now, taking a small pill became something you did on a daily basis, and didn't faze you, while others would gag and make a big fuss like the were trying to swallow an elephant.

"So..." you began, placing the glass back down "I guess we both know why i'm actually here" you mumbled, a shy smile entering your lips as your hands braced the drawer behind you. Peter stopped what he was doing, beginning to feel a little flustered as his heart began to speed up. "Y-yeah..." he nodded, putting the things to the side of him before standing up. "We don't have to do this if your uncomfortable" you let a mumbled chuckle leave your lips, standing forward slightly.

"No, no, I want this" Peter smiled, a hint of confidence in his voice. "But where exactly do we start?"

"Well I was gonna take it in stages, such as first off i'll teach you how to properly kiss a girl, pleasure her, get her turned on n' all the good shit, and then i'll briefly explain the main event so your little demented bird wings can spread and leave the nest" you explained, sitting down on the bed and lying back.

"If I was a bird, I would not be demented" Peter commented, sitting down next to you. "Keep telling yourself that, Pidge Parker" you smirked, before you erupted into a fit of laughter at his nickname. "Your a child" Peter smiled, teeth showing as he himself found it quite amusing.

"Okay, okay" you calmed yourself, taking a few long deep breaths before sitting up next to him. "I guess I should ask if you've had your first kiss, then?" you questioned, your voice becoming more intimate and could only be heard within Peter's four walls. Despite being completely alone with him, there was an uneasy tension in the room as if someone were to be watching.

"Yeah but it was just like, one of those millisecond ones" he shrugged, fidgeting slightly and kneading his hands together, his skin slowly blemishing a deep red from pushing against it so harshly. "So you've never made out with someone?"

"No..."

"Well, there's a first time for everything" you smiled, "Sit opposite me?" you moved back on the bed, Peter's being two bunk beds so it was rather cramped underneath. He moved along with you, crossing his legs which you implied him to reject against. "Open your legs and put them beside me" you asked, tapping his legs. He did as you asked, his anxiety slowly creeping up on him. "Okay" you whispered, moving forward and setting yours legs over his hips, your arms around your neck. You were within each other's personal spaces and you could tell Peter was nervous. He had no idea what he was doing and he was scared he was going to get it wrong and embarrass himself. What if it was so bad you didn't want to continue with the deal?

"Stop that brain of yours from panicking, nothing is gonna go wrong" you smiled, eyes flickering around his face. He nodded gently, swallowing before licking his dry lips, eyes averting from your eyes to your top lip. "C-can I?" he asked, his eyes landing on yours. You nodded gently, so much you thought he didn't catch it. It took Peter a while to connect your lips, being so nervous made him lean in slowly, almost teasingly if he knew what he were doing. You could feel he was tense, not daring to move for a second as you pressed together. As nothing happened, you pulled away, brushing your hair behind your ear.

"Just relax, okay? Let me lead" you nodded with reassurance, your fingers tracing down his back slowly to calm his nerves. He nodded, leaning in again as you began, connecting your lips. Tilting your head to the side slightly, you began readjusting your lips against his, creating some kind of friction. Usually things would move quickly, but with Peter he was taking his time and you didn't mind that. As Peter began to get the hang of it, moving slightly so he was gaining a little confidence, you moved your hands from his shoulders and brought his hands to your hips. He was nervous at first, but slowly his hands sunk down past the material of your shirt.

Eventually you both pulled away for air, Peter smiling at you like a child. You smiled back, feeling the slight rushed of butterflies yourself. Peter's hands remained against your waist, your hands gently moving back to where they were before. "Okay, now when you move slightly, brush your tongue against my bottom lip" you nodded, waiting for his response. He nodded, smiling quickly as you placed a hand on his cheek returning to each other. Peter was much more confident this time, diving in with open mouthed kisses taking you by slight surprise, and eventually you felt his tongue glide against the bottom of your lip. Without pulling away to explain, you allowed him to explore your mouth, tongues massaging together in a blissful moment of lust. You could feel the desire radiating off of yourself, never mind Peter. His finger tips were massaging your lips tightly, your shirt riling up giving his access to your bare hips. You gave Peter's hair a weak tug, which caused him to suddenly elicit a moan against your lips.

He pulled back quickly, both your lips a little red and swollen. "I-I, oh god i'm sorry that was so embarrassing I don't know where it came from I-"

"Peter, Peter it's fine, it's fine" you giggled, loosening your grip on his hair. "It's not bad you know, more of a compliment" you twirled your fingers through the hood of his sweater. Peter was taking this in slowly, trying to remember everything you taught him. "You wanna try again?"

"Please" he smiled confidently, hooking his hand around the side of your back and lashing his lips against yours. Your breath hitched in your throat as one hand moved from your hip, leaving it bare before cupping your cheek, but not the one on your face. You were pulled as humanely close as possible, your head tilting upwards slightly as you edged further onto his legs, almost encasing him. The kiss was heated and messy, tongues clashing, the sound of your skin pulling apart before diving back into one another was the only thing that filled the room.

Going from shy to confident came across Peter quickly, and soon he was the one gently tugging on the baby strands of your hair, making you smile against his lips. He pushed and pushed against you and the new found confidence was making your heart skip beats in seconds. Everything Peter was doing had you feeling like you were on ecstasy. His hand moved from your cheek, having kept it there for so long and slowly pushed against your shoulder, lowering you back onto the bed, your ankles wrapping around his waist as he hovered over you in the sheets. You pulled away, although not wanting to.

"Whoa, steady Peter" you laughed nervously. As much as you wanted things to stay where they were, "Let's not move too quick, yeah?" you pressed a gentle hand on the side of his blushing cheek, realising what he was doing. "God, i'm sorry- I-I got caught in the moment" he mentally face palmed, moving backwards to get off you. Your hands gripped his hoodie pulling him back over you, your noses almost touching. "Stop apologising, Pete. Everything your doing is amazing, better than amazing" you praised, our thumb gently caressing his cheek. He nodded, no words needed.

"You know how to give someone a hickie?" you asked, eyes flickering between his doe brown eyes and sweet cherry lips. "I can try" he shrugged, yet a smirk was present on his face. "Start at my lips, work your way to my neck" you commanded, connecting your lips to those sweet ones that Peter claimed. He was like a fresh drink of water on a summers day, not something you particularly wanted but found yourself needing. Peter was doing as asked, slowly making his way to the edges of your lips, down your cheek, cheek bone and to the crook of your neck. You gave him more access, tilting your head backwards and wrapping your legs tightly around his waist, toes pointing as you were desperately holding back from grinding against him. Cutting your mind short, you felt the all familiar pressure on your neck where Peter had began sucking, and soon it felt like your skin was being deprived of oxygen, hollowing his cheeks gently before kissing the red mark.

"How was that?" Peter smiled sheepishly, coming back to hover above you. "Amazing" you confirmed, pecking him lightly on the lips. "Wanna go grab some food?" you asked, nudging his shoulder lightly so you could sit up.

"Uh, yeah sure" Peter rubbed the back of his neck lightly, falling onto the backs of his legs as he knelled on the bed, watching you as you stood and dusted yourself off. The headache from earlier had slowly mellowed down and you were feeling back to your usual self, apart from what had just happened taking a rather strong effect on your hormones. "Wanna grab some Pizza and watch a movie?" he asked, pulling his legs out from underneath him, wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve and grabbing his phone from the nightstand. The sun was beginning to set outside Peter's window, causing you to reply with a hum. Nature always got your attention over everything when mother Nature was putting on quite a show. You moved over to the window cill, perching it open and climbing outside, your eyes glued on the sky.

"Watcha doing?" Peter asked as he followed you out, his voice quite. "Just looking at mother Nature doing her thing" you smiled, feeling the warm summer breeze carrying the smell of fresh cut grass to your nose, making your heart flutter. Something about being out there, with the person you cherished, had your mind wondering and your spirits raised to cloud nine. You felt so lucky to be in the position you were, having come through so much. And to have a friend like Peter, often you felt like the universe was deliberately spoiling you. You didn't deserve him, his kindness and heart of gold. And per say at times, he didn't deserve you. You could be a stone cold emotion killer and hard to be around, and yet he stayed by your side through thick and thin, even at times he would admit you were a pain in the back side.

"Pizza's on it's way" He smiled, tucking his phone into his back pocket. "What you thinking about?" you felt his hand tuck it's way around your side, your eyes trailing down to his fingertips tightly pressed against your shirt. "Everything..." you smiled, holding his hand there while you both looked out across the small balcony that was attached to Peter's window at the city and everything surrounding it.

Either something good n' sweet was going to come out of this, or something dark and the end to something so strong.

You'd just have to wait and find out.

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