"Where the hell is Wade?" You said as you walked down the halls with Peter, trying to find your quite special friend. 

"Honestly I'm getting fed up with him and his disappearances." Peter mumbled as he opened a door to reveal a hallway leading to another door. 

You and Peter shared a look before walking into the hallway. Once reaching the other door, you opened it gently letting the light cascade upon on your faces. As you both walked in you both stopped in your steps at the sight you're looking at. 

"What is this, I don't know. . ." Peter stammered on as he looked at Wade, who was dancing on a pole. 

You and Peter slowly walked in trying to fully grasp what you're sight is providing you now. "Am. . .am I seeing things right?" You said as you rubbed your eyes to make sure you aren't imagining things. 

Peter walked closer to where the stage is. He placed his hands on his hips as he frowned his eyebrows at how Wade keeps dancing on the pole as if the two of you weren't there. 

"Dude, stop please no one is going to pay you." Peter said as he dropped his hands to the side. 

An idea popped into your head as a smirk grew on your face. Going into the back of your pocket, you take out the spare change you left there. 

"YES WADE! STRUCK YOUR STUFF! WHOOO!" You yelled out as you threw the change on the stage. 

"What the hell y/n!?" Peter yells out as he turns to you. 

You laughed and shrugged your shoulders as you looked at the enragned Peter. "Can you blame me? He knows his stuff!" You said as you kept cheering for Wade. 

"Unbelievable. Unbelievable!" Peter said as he went to a corner and started to soalk while watching you continuing to cheer on Wade.