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  "You know the answer to number 16?" you ask, turning to face your best friend, Peter. You were currently working on homework together in his room. You had been pacing around as you skimmed your textbook for the answer you simply couldn't find. Sitting on his bed, Peter looks as if he had just been shaken out of a trance by your question. His eyes widen slightly, a subtle shake of his head as he moves his gaze from you to his book.

  "Um..," he mumbles, searching his paper, "No, sorry." He gives you a tiny sheepish smile and a shrug as you groan.

  "C'mon, Pete! You're supposed to be the smart one!" you joke, plopping into the chair at his desk. He chuckles along with you, looking nervously at his paper. 16!? he asks himself, How's she on 16 already?! He glances at the clock. Seeing the time, he realizes the question he should be asking is how is he still on number 2? It'd been nearly 40 minutes since you pulled out your physics homework. He sighs quietly, putting his pencil to the corner of his mouth as he searches for the answer to number 2.

  But he couldn't focus.

    His eyes kept dragging themselves back to you. Again and again, he found himself staring at your form. The more often he glanced at you, the longer he would stare. His eyes soften as he watched your tongue poke out as you tried to perfectly erase your mistake. Shaking his head again, he turns back to his homework. His eyebrows furrow, determined to get this work done. Blah blah blah, blah blah... He skims his notes, glancing at you and back to his paper again and again. Soon enough, his fingers were tapping anxiously on his thigh to a quick beat. Sighing, Peter gave up. He shuts his book, marking his place with his notebook, before falling backwards onto his bed. He put his arm over his eyes as he tries to calm himself.

  Poor Peter was love struck.

  Without his realization, you were staring at him worriedly. It was unlike him to be so unfocused. Silently shutting your book, you quietly make your way towards him. You nudge his foot with your own, standing in front of him.

  "Hey, Pete?" you whisper. He moves his arm from his eyes, looking at you.

  "Yeah?" he asks as he sits up. He looks up at you, somewhat nervous look in his eye. His arms were resting on his knees, hands folded neatly together. You smile a tiny bit as you take his posture in.

  "You okay?" you ask, ruffling his hair gently. Unbeknowest to you, this set off fireworks in his stomach as red rose to his cheeks.

  "Wha- Yeah!" he replies quickly, voice squeaking. He clears his throat, "Yeah. I'm fine."

  You look at him with a deadpan look. You didn't believe him whatsoever. You knew there was something bothering him lately, and you had your suspiscions about what it was.

  "Peter," you warn, shooting a pointed look, "I've known you forever. I think I'd know when you're lying."

  You smile as he looks away from you. You sit down next to him on his bed. You face your whole body towards him, crisscrossing your legs. You lightly push on his arm.

  "Come on, Pete," you whisper, trying to make eye contact with him as he avoids it, "I'm your best friend. You know you can tell me anything."

  He opens his mouth, trying to find where to begin before shutting it quickly. He wasn't sure how to tell you that he was completely and utterly in love with you without weirding you out. He didn't want to ruin things by making your friendship awkward. As cliché as it sounded, he didn't want to lose you do to his unreciprocated feelings. He fiddles with his hands, thinking of what to say while you wait patiently. You keep a steady gaze on him, small grin on your lips.

  Come on... you think, just tell me. Tell me your Spiderman.

    Sighing in resignation, he looks at you nervously. You sit up slightly straighter because of his worried gaze. He bit his lip, contemplating about what he was about to do. He took a shaky breath, turning towards you more. You give him a reassuring nod, realizing his anxiety. And then, without warning, he was cupping your face with one hand, warm lips on yours.

  He was kissing you.

  His eyes were screwed shut, lips gently pressing against yours as his shaky hand holds your cheek, the other holding him up. Smiling into the kiss, you close your eyes and kiss back. While you rest your weight on one arm, the other cups the back of his neck. Slowly pulling away from the soft kiss, you both rest your foreheads together. Both of you kept your eyes closed for a moment, relishing in the kiss. He releases a quaky breath as he opens his eyes. You both stare at each other for a second, searching in each others eyes. Slowly, a smile makes its way onto your face.

  "Well, I definitely wasn't expecting that," you laugh breathily. His eyes widen slightly at your statement, slightly pulling away.

  "I-I'm so sorry! Did you not- Did I- Was it-" he stumbles, trying to find the correct words. You laugh at his dilemma quietly.

  "Peter," you cut him off, "It was perfect."

  His worried look settles into a relieved smile. He leans his forehead back onto yours, closing his eyes.

  "Then, um..." he begins nervously. You look at him expectantly. He opens his eyes, meeting your eyes before glancing away for a moment.

  "Can we um... ya know..." he mutters. You chuckle quietly.

  "Kiss again?" you finish for him. He meets your eyes again, sheepish smile gracing his features.

  "Yeah. That."

  You smile, leaning in to kiss him again. Your fingers tangle in his hair as the hand on your cheek travels down to your waist. This kiss was longer and deeper than the first one, and you were not complaining.

  "Peter?" you hear Aunt May call, footsteps nearing his room. You both pull away quickly, shooting frightened glances at each other. Falling back on the bed with your legs in Peter's lap, you grab his textbook. Lugging it over your head, you open it up to pretend you were reading. However, the notebook falls out and plops onto your face.

  "Ow!" you whisper yell. Peter's eye widen as he reaches towards you.

  "Are you okay?"

  "I'm fine..," you mutter, shoving it away from you. Peter nods, picking up the notebook to pretend to be looking over them. Then, the door is pushed open.

  "Everything okay in here? Sorry I took so long at the store, there was this guy and- Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't know you guys were studying," May apologizes. You turn your head towards her, placing the book down on your chest.

  "It's fine!" you state as you begin to get up, "I was getting tired of homework anyways."

  She smiles at you, nodding, "Well, how about we go get some dinner then? We can get some larb." She laughs as she says larb, winking towards Peter, who rolls his eyes with a grin. You stretch,striding towards her.

  "Sounds good to me," you agree, looking towards Peter. He nods, still looking like he was caught red handed. May notices, raising an eyebrow.

  "Are you okay Peter? You look like you just saw a ghost," she laughs. He blinks, shooting up.

  "Yeah! Yeah, I'm fine. Let's go get some larb," he states, walking away from his bed. You nod in agreement, waltzing to the front door. However, before Peter could leave the room, May stops him with a hand on his chest. He gulps, turning to her. She shoots him a knowing and relaxing smile.

  "Listen," she whispers, "I know you like her, so maybe after dinner you can walk her home and, you know, make your move." She raises her eyebrows as she says the phrase "make your move" and flails her hands around slightly. His eyes widen at this and face darkens.

  "Aunt May!" he whisper yells, "What if she hears you?!" They both look over to you, texting your parents about eating with the Parkers at the front door. May looks back to Peter and shoots him a wink.

  "Well, let's get this show on the road!" she laughs, an embarrassed Peter following her.

~EXTENDED ENDING~

  Peter was walking you home, as Aunt May had demanded. You had reached your home quickly, being only a few buildings away from theirs. You stood outside the apartment entrance awkwardly with Peter. Before you were about to go in, a question bothering Peter arose.

  "What'd you expect?" he asks. You turn away from the door, looking at him curiously.

  "What do you mean?"

  "Earlier, when we..." he coughs uncomfortably, "You said that wasn't what you expected. What did you expect?"

  You laugh at him, turning fully towards him, and coming closer.

    "Honestly?" you ask, eyebrows raised. He nods.

  "I expected you to tell me you were Spiderman," you whispered. His eyes widened.

  "W-What?" he whisper yells, "What do you-"

  You cut him off with a gentle kiss. Your warm hand brushes across his cheek, red from the cold and embarrassment. You laugh as you pull away, breath visible in the cool air.

  "Goodnight Peter," you say, turning into your apartment complex immediately afterwards. He stares after you, wide eyed. Slowly, a smile makes its way onto his face. He looks at the ground you were standing at earlier with a dorky grin.

  "Goodnight, (Y/N)," he whispers to himself. He makes his way home, thinking of the events that had happened. Aunt May was definitely going to need details.

  He could get used to nights like these.

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  "You know the answer to number 16?" you ask, turning to face your best friend, Peter. You were currently working on homework together in his room. You had been pacing around as you skimmed your textbook for the answer you simply couldn't find. Sitting on his bed, Peter looks as if he had just been shaken out of a trance by your question. His eyes widen slightly, a subtle shake of his head as he moves his gaze from you to his book.

  "Um..," he mumbles, searching his paper, "No, sorry." He gives you a tiny sheepish smile and a shrug as you groan.

  "C'mon, Pete! You're supposed to be the smart one!" you joke, plopping into the chair at his desk. He chuckles along with you, looking nervously at his paper. 16!? he asks himself, How's she on 16 already?! He glances at the clock. Seeing the time, he realizes the question he should be asking is how is he still on number 2? It'd been nearly 40 minutes since you pulled out your physics homework. He sighs quietly, putting his pencil to the corner of his mouth as he searches for the answer to number 2.

  But he couldn't focus.

    His eyes kept dragging themselves back to you. Again and again, he found himself staring at your form. The more often he glanced at you, the longer he would stare. His eyes soften as he watched your tongue poke out as you tried to perfectly erase your mistake. Shaking his head again, he turns back to his homework. His eyebrows furrow, determined to get this work done. Blah blah blah, blah blah... He skims his notes, glancing at you and back to his paper again and again. Soon enough, his fingers were tapping anxiously on his thigh to a quick beat. Sighing, Peter gave up. He shuts his book, marking his place with his notebook, before falling backwards onto his bed. He put his arm over his eyes as he tries to calm himself.

  Poor Peter was love struck.

  Without his realization, you were staring at him worriedly. It was unlike him to be so unfocused. Silently shutting your book, you quietly make your way towards him. You nudge his foot with your own, standing in front of him.

  "Hey, Pete?" you whisper. He moves his arm from his eyes, looking at you.

  "Yeah?" he asks as he sits up. He looks up at you, somewhat nervous look in his eye. His arms were resting on his knees, hands folded neatly together. You smile a tiny bit as you take his posture in.

  "You okay?" you ask, ruffling his hair gently. Unbeknowest to you, this set off fireworks in his stomach as red rose to his cheeks.

  "Wha- Yeah!" he replies quickly, voice squeaking. He clears his throat, "Yeah. I'm fine."

  You look at him with a deadpan look. You didn't believe him whatsoever. You knew there was something bothering him lately, and you had your suspiscions about what it was.

  "Peter," you warn, shooting a pointed look, "I've known you forever. I think I'd know when you're lying."

  You smile as he looks away from you. You sit down next to him on his bed. You face your whole body towards him, crisscrossing your legs. You lightly push on his arm.

  "Come on, Pete," you whisper, trying to make eye contact with him as he avoids it, "I'm your best friend. You know you can tell me anything."

  He opens his mouth, trying to find where to begin before shutting it quickly. He wasn't sure how to tell you that he was completely and utterly in love with you without weirding you out. He didn't want to ruin things by making your friendship awkward. As cliché as it sounded, he didn't want to lose you do to his unreciprocated feelings. He fiddles with his hands, thinking of what to say while you wait patiently. You keep a steady gaze on him, small grin on your lips.

  Come on... you think, just tell me. Tell me your Spiderman.

    Sighing in resignation, he looks at you nervously. You sit up slightly straighter because of his worried gaze. He bit his lip, contemplating about what he was about to do. He took a shaky breath, turning towards you more. You give him a reassuring nod, realizing his anxiety. And then, without warning, he was cupping your face with one hand, warm lips on yours.

  He was kissing you.

  His eyes were screwed shut, lips gently pressing against yours as his shaky hand holds your cheek, the other holding him up. Smiling into the kiss, you close your eyes and kiss back. While you rest your weight on one arm, the other cups the back of his neck. Slowly pulling away from the soft kiss, you both rest your foreheads together. Both of you kept your eyes closed for a moment, relishing in the kiss. He releases a quaky breath as he opens his eyes. You both stare at each other for a second, searching in each others eyes. Slowly, a smile makes its way onto your face.

  "Well, I definitely wasn't expecting that," you laugh breathily. His eyes widen slightly at your statement, slightly pulling away.

  "I-I'm so sorry! Did you not- Did I- Was it-" he stumbles, trying to find the correct words. You laugh at his dilemma quietly.

  "Peter," you cut him off, "It was perfect."

  His worried look settles into a relieved smile. He leans his forehead back onto yours, closing his eyes.

  "Then, um..." he begins nervously. You look at him expectantly. He opens his eyes, meeting your eyes before glancing away for a moment.

  "Can we um... ya know..." he mutters. You chuckle quietly.

  "Kiss again?" you finish for him. He meets your eyes again, sheepish smile gracing his features.

  "Yeah. That."

  You smile, leaning in to kiss him again. Your fingers tangle in his hair as the hand on your cheek travels down to your waist. This kiss was longer and deeper than the first one, and you were not complaining.

  "Peter?" you hear Aunt May call, footsteps nearing his room. You both pull away quickly, shooting frightened glances at each other. Falling back on the bed with your legs in Peter's lap, you grab his textbook. Lugging it over your head, you open it up to pretend you were reading. However, the notebook falls out and plops onto your face.

  "Ow!" you whisper yell. Peter's eye widen as he reaches towards you.

  "Are you okay?"

  "I'm fine..," you mutter, shoving it away from you. Peter nods, picking up the notebook to pretend to be looking over them. Then, the door is pushed open.

  "Everything okay in here? Sorry I took so long at the store, there was this guy and- Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't know you guys were studying," May apologizes. You turn your head towards her, placing the book down on your chest.

  "It's fine!" you state as you begin to get up, "I was getting tired of homework anyways."

  She smiles at you, nodding, "Well, how about we go get some dinner then? We can get some larb." She laughs as she says larb, winking towards Peter, who rolls his eyes with a grin. You stretch,striding towards her.

  "Sounds good to me," you agree, looking towards Peter. He nods, still looking like he was caught red handed. May notices, raising an eyebrow.

  "Are you okay Peter? You look like you just saw a ghost," she laughs. He blinks, shooting up.

  "Yeah! Yeah, I'm fine. Let's go get some larb," he states, walking away from his bed. You nod in agreement, waltzing to the front door. However, before Peter could leave the room, May stops him with a hand on his chest. He gulps, turning to her. She shoots him a knowing and relaxing smile.

  "Listen," she whispers, "I know you like her, so maybe after dinner you can walk her home and, you know, make your move." She raises her eyebrows as she says the phrase "make your move" and flails her hands around slightly. His eyes widen at this and face darkens.

  "Aunt May!" he whisper yells, "What if she hears you?!" They both look over to you, texting your parents about eating with the Parkers at the front door. May looks back to Peter and shoots him a wink.

  "Well, let's get this show on the road!" she laughs, an embarrassed Peter following her.

~EXTENDED ENDING~

  Peter was walking you home, as Aunt May had demanded. You had reached your home quickly, being only a few buildings away from theirs. You stood outside the apartment entrance awkwardly with Peter. Before you were about to go in, a question bothering Peter arose.

  "What'd you expect?" he asks. You turn away from the door, looking at him curiously.

  "What do you mean?"

  "Earlier, when we..." he coughs uncomfortably, "You said that wasn't what you expected. What did you expect?"

  You laugh at him, turning fully towards him, and coming closer.

    "Honestly?" you ask, eyebrows raised. He nods.

  "I expected you to tell me you were Spiderman," you whispered. His eyes widened.

  "W-What?" he whisper yells, "What do you-"

  You cut him off with a gentle kiss. Your warm hand brushes across his cheek, red from the cold and embarrassment. You laugh as you pull away, breath visible in the cool air.

  "Goodnight Peter," you say, turning into your apartment complex immediately afterwards. He stares after you, wide eyed. Slowly, a smile makes its way onto his face. He looks at the ground you were standing at earlier with a dorky grin.

  "Goodnight, (Y/N)," he whispers to himself. He makes his way home, thinking of the events that had happened. Aunt May was definitely going to need details.

  He could get used to nights like these.