21: It's Like I Waited My Whole Life... For This One Night

"There's no one else that matters, You love me.
And I wont let you fall, girl."
~ Chris Brown

3rd Person's POV

Mila grins widely as she sits beside Peter on the edge of the building. Fingers intertwined, the two sit in a comfortable silence staring at the glistening stars above. Peter smiles as Mila lays her head on his shoulder.

"Sleepy?"

Mila chuckles shaking her head, "Not at all. You?"

"Nope."

"Wanna dance?"

"I-I can't dance Mila. You already know this."

Mila rolls her eyes smiling before standing up and jumping off the edge and onto the roof. Peter groans as she pulls his hand lightly.

"I can teach you. There's not much to it."

"There's no music..."

"I know..." Mila gives him a mischievous look as she continues to pull him towards the door of the roof.

Peter's eyes widen as he realizes where she was trying to take him, "Oh no. That's not a good idea."

"Oh come on Pete... you'll be fine. I got you... I promise."

Peter sighs but follows anyways. He couldn't say no to the girl. Once he saw her smile he didn't want to be the one to make it go away.

Mila hurries into the house excitingly with Peter on her heels. She skips down the steps still holding Peter's hand, then makes her way through the crowd to the dance floor.

Finally she stops in the middle of the crowd and listens to the song that's playing.

Smiling widely she throws her arms over Peter's head, "I love this song."

Peter grins putting his hands on her waist, pulling her slightly closer. Out the corner of his eye he noticed that people were starting to stare and whisper. Which made sense, Peter the school geek was dancing with Mila, the popular cheer captain.

"E-everyone's staring..." Peter stammers as he glances every once and a while at the crowd.

Mila holds onto the back of Peter's head pulling him close to her. Their foreheads rest against one another as they stare into each other's eyes intensely.

"It's okay Pete... just focus on me... pretend they're not even here."

Peter sighs before slowing his breathing and focusing on Mila's glimmering honey brown eyes. Smiling the two sway to the music as the world around them disappears. Mila closes her eyes and revels in the fact that her wish had finally come true. Her best friend had the same feelings for her as she did for him. She couldn't be happier.

'It's you, and me
Movin' at the speed of light into eternity, yeah
Tonight, is the night
To join me in the middle of ecstasy
Feel the melody and the rhythm of the music around you, around you.

It's like I waited my whole life
For this one night
It's gon' be me you and the dance floor
'Cause we only got one night
Double your pleasure
Double your fun
And dance forever ever ever
Forever, ever, ever
Forever, ever, ever
Forever on the dance floor.'

Mila stands on her tip toes and pecks Peter's lips making him lock her in place and kiss back. Mila pulls away and smiles, "See you did great."

...

"Hold on tight."

Mila giggles as Peter swings from building to building using his webs. Peter grips onto her thigh tightly as she wraps both legs around his waist. Her grip on his neck tightens slightly as she holds on as she is piggybacking him as he soars through the sky.

Peter's face reddens slightly as Mila pecks his cheek and hides her face from the cold wind in his neck. After a few minutes, Peter lands on his doorstep then helps Mila get off his back.

"That was so much fun!"

"Glad you liked it. After you..."

"Thanks Pete."

Peter unlocks the door then holds it open for Mila. She walks inside and grins. It had been a while since she had last been here. Honestly she missed hanging out with Peter. She would be here almost every day.

"Peter where have you been- Mila?"

Mila glances to the side staring at a confused Aunt May, "Hi May..."

May tilts her head in confusion as she gazes at Mila then at Peter then back to Mila and then down at the two teens intertwined hands.

Grinning widely she claps her hands, "Wait a second... when did this happen? Oh I'm so happy! I just knew you two would be together eventually. You're both so stubborn and clueless though, I didn't know it would take this long."

Peter groans slapping his head with his free hand. Mila squeezes his hand smiling at how dramatic he was.

"Aunt May I haven't asked her yet... thanks..."

May's eyes widen as she covers her mouth, "Oh shoot. Sorry Peter... I'll just be in the kitchen. I'm baking a cake! This is so exciting!"

"No Aunt May-" Peter starts to stop her but it was too late. She was already running into the kitchen.

Pots and pans bang on the other side of the kitchen door making Mila chuckle.

"It's okay Petey boy. She's happy let her be."

Peter shakes his head chuckling, "Alright fine... also sorry about her-"

Peter's interrupted by Mila pecking his lips.

"It's okay. You know I like you and I know you like me. I can be patient and wait until you ask me out."

As soon as Peter stopped Doctor Connors he would ask Mila on a date then ask her to be his girlfriend.

Gazing down at her lips then back at her eyes, Peter shakes his head slowly, "I don't think I'll ever get used to that..."

Mila rolls her eyes slapping his head lightly before letting go of his hand and running up the stairs, "Last one is a rotten egg."

Chuckling Peter hurries after her. Once he gets upstairs he walks into his room to see Mila pushing up his window to the terrace outside.

Once the two get out, they lay on the blankets Mila laying her head on Peter's chest as his arm wraps around her body. He stares down at her in awe as her eyes start to flutter closed.

"Wake me when May is done with the cake..."

Peter laughs lowly nodding before kissing her forehead, "Anything for you Mila Rory Stacy... anything for you."

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