PROMPT ▻ hate to see your heart break
WORD COUNT▻ 1260

" yeah, I guess I kinda am "

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"Hey," you whispered, stepping out of the dark closet. You honestly hoped that Flash couldn't see Peter in the closet. "What's up?"

Flash's eyebrows tied together, trying to look behind you, but you simply moved to the side. You forgot to close the door. At least the light was off, though. "I was just making sure you were okaーis Parker in there?"

Your eyes tightly closed for a second, thinking that you two had completely forgot about the fact that Peter told Flash you two were going to converse about your science project.

"What? No, why would he be in the janitor's closet with me?" You tried to play it off, grabbing Flash's hand and attempting to lead him back to the lunch room.

Thankfully, Flash obliged, taking slow steps. When you finally relaxed for a second, he whipped the closet door open, looking for any living thing. You looked back, absentmindedly holding your breath. Peter Parker was going to, metaphorically, die today. In the hallway of Midtown High School. What a way to go.

You were surprised when you saw nothing in the closet besides mops and brooms. There was no way in hell that Peter escaped the janitor's closet in ten seconds without being seen or heard. Flash shrugged, grabbing your hand again and starting to walk towards the lunchroom again.

"Y-you go, I'm going to go to the bathroom, I'll be back in five minutes," you stopped in your tracks, slowly walking towards the bathroom. Flash nodded, disappearing from your sight and back to his clique table.

You ran back to the Janitor's closet, swinging the door open once again and seeing nothing. You looked up and saw Peter. On the ceiling. "Okay, number one, I swear you weren't in there a minute ago. Number two, what the actual fuck?"

Peter let go of the ceiling, gracefully landing and giving you a smile. Pulling you in, he made sure to lock the door this time. "If you come over to my house, I'll explain how I did that, and we can plan some type of revenge on Flash."

You nodded, still surprised and wondering how he managed to stick to the ceiling. "Eight tonight?"

Peter smiled, opening the door to the closet and leaving.

What. The. Hell.

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Your knuckles collided with the wooden apartment door, only knocking three times until the door swung open. In front of you stood someone you had missed so much.

"Y/n! How are you?" May smiled, waving for you to come inside their apartment. Inside, everything looked the same; the colors, furniture, and the pictures. Thus including the one of you and Peter at an amusement park.

You never noticed how you sort have abandoned your friends while you started dating, and now you felt horrible; wondering how Peter felt if you were feeling like this.

"We've missed you, Peter especially." May expressed, pulling you in for a warm and comforting embrace. You gladly returned the hug, dearly missing her signature and iconic hugs.

Your embrace was cut short when Peter cleared his throat, standing in the hallway and smiling at the sight of his favourite girls in the world. "Sorry to cut the reunion short, but I have to borrow y/n for a little bit. Is that okay?"

The two of you nodded, making sure that you promised to visit her whenever you got the chance to. You and Peter made your way to his room, which looked completely different than the last time you had been over; which happened to be almost two months ago. He had a different bed, and he had re-arranged everything. You would have never told him this but you loved his roomー but you thought that the previous layout was on the verge of terrible and horrible.

Peter shut the door, quickly locking it as soon as it clicked shut. You turned towards him, confused and questions bubbling up in your mind. Not even a syllable could slip out of your lips before Peter started to ramble, words spilling out of his mouth in one big jumble.

You motioned for him to slow down, wondering what got him so worked up that he started to ramble, which hardly ever happened. "Peter, you need to slow down, I can't hear a word you're saying. Seriously."

He stopped, taking a long breath and then sitting at his desk while you were sat on his bed. "First off, May has missed you tremendously. Second, I'm rambling solely because I have a secret that I've only told Ned so, I mean you're the second person to hear this and you need to promise me you won't tell anyone orー"

You clamped your hand over his mouth again, trying to stop his rambling again. Feeling something wet on your hand, you pulled it back, feeling disgusted. "Oh my God! You licked my hand! God, that's so gross, Peter!"

"I'm sorry! I could just say get your hand off of my mouth could I?" He asked, reaching over his computer to reach the hand sanitizer.

You gladly took it, practically still feeling the gross germs on your hand. "You could have just pried my hand off of your mouth, weirdo."

Peter chuckled, finally seeming like he was calm and not rambling anymore. He moved over to the bed, laying behind you. You laid back, your head laying on his stomach while your legs hung over the bed.
"I am," there was a pause in his words, his fingers lightly combing through your hair; just like old times. "Spider-Man."

You sat straight up looking at Peter, mouth going dry; believing him for a second. A grin spread on your face, "you're joking."

He didn't reply, shaking his head at the thought of you not believing him. Waving you over, you scooted next to him, laying flat on your back. He pulled his sleeve up, revealing some type of high-tech bracelet. You watched as he pointed his fingers a certain way. The familiar way. You intently watched as a web shot out of his bracelet, flicking the light switch off. Glowing green stars lit up his ceiling; you vividly remembering when you had both glued them to the ceiling.

"Oh my God," you whispered, practically pounding on Peter. He laughed, making sure that you didn't fall off of the bed. "You're a superhero, Peter!"

"Yeah, I guess I kinda am," he nodded, still holding onto you. "So how are we going to get Thompson back?"

You shrugged, noticing that Peter's voice was turning into a whisper. Your hands moved from his shoulders to both sides of his face, his brown eyes following his every move. Only your slow and nervous breathing filled the silence. No matter how much you tried to hold yourself back, your heart and mind called for you to press a kiss to Peter's lips.

Gladly obliging, you both started to move closer together, your lips centimeters apart. Your lips barely grazed one another's, increasing your urge to kiss Peter even more.

Your phone buzzed, breaking the two of you apart in seconds. Giving a sympathetic look to Peter, you picked up your phone, reading the message that appeared on your screen. The little smile you had on your face quickly disappeared, trying to see if you read your screen wrong.

Flash 🖕
we need to talk. make sure you bring little Parker with you.

[ a / n ]

hey babes it's double update Friday bc this week has got me really sad and I need some cheering up. NOT TO MENTION THAT YALL WANTED A PART TWO REALLY BAD AKSKSK