Typical Parker Luck - A Peter Parker Love Story

XL - Warren's Crush

Warren and I left the dining hall and walked outside.

I took in a deep breath, smelling the old building accompanied by the lush grass of the grounds. The sun was rather low in the sky now. I smiled up at the pinks and blues of the clouds. It was peaceful, something I hadn't experienced in awhile.

"C'mon," Warren said, taking off into a run. With a flap of his white wings, he was skyward.

I ran then flew, catching up with him. Up in the air, I realized I hadn't flown for fun since before Cairo. After that, since Homecoming night in Times Square.

The two of us landed on the roof of the school.

Warren took a seat, his legs hanging off the side of the building. "It's so good to have you back," said my brother.

"Yeah, and you like Peter Maximoff," I said.

"What? I do not," Warren countered. "He's annoying, and a night owl, and always moving my things around."

A knowing smile appeared across my lips.

"Eve, stop," said Warren, playfully shoving my shoulder.

"That bad, huh?" I said, pushing him back.

Warren scoffed and looked away. "Alright, maybe," he said at last.

"Oooooo," I teased.

"Shush!" Warren countered, his face going red.

"We both like Peter's," I laughed.

Warren smiled, trying to hide his profuse blush. "Do . . . you think he likes me back?"

"Definitely," I answered.

"Well, what should I do?" my brother sighed kicking the side of the building with his heel.

"Ask him to Homecoming," I offered.

"What? No," Warren said quickly.

"It's coming up for you guys, right? I already had mine," I said.

"Yeah, it is, but I can't ask him out, like—" Warren began.

"Why not?"

"Because!" Warren stopped me. "Charles . . . doesn't even know that—" his voice trailed off.

"He won't care," I laughed.

"How can you be sure?" my brother asked.

"Have you seen all the different types of people here?" I started. "Charles is the most accepting person I know, like ever."

Warren let out a long sigh. "What if Peter doesn't feel the same?"

"C'mon," I began. "He totally does."

"Yeah, but if he says no, I literally have to live with him," Warren said. "I don't want to ruin our relationship."

"Hmm," I thought softly. "Well, I could just ask him." I ran and jumped off of the roof, catching myself just before I hit the ground, racing back towards the school.

"What? No way!" Warren called after me.

"I won't say that you like him! Just want to know if he likes you!" I called behind myself.

"Eve!" my brother shouted, flying after me.

I was already ahead. With all that practice of flying on par with a literal airplane, I was much faster than my brother. I ran inside, asking anyone and everyone if they had seen Peter. He was likely in his and Warren's room.

Up the stairs and into my brother's room, I went. The door was open.
"Hey," I said quickly, peering inside.

"You looking for Warren?" Peter asked. He was sitting on his bed, looking at his phone.

"No, actually uh, I wanted to ask you—" I began. "Do you . . . like my brother?"

Peter looked up from his phone, the shine of his silver hair catching in the lamp light. "Um," he started. "Why?"

"Because... I think you two would be a nice couple," I said.

"Did Warren say something?" Peter asked, sitting upright.

"No," I lied.

"Well, um, I was thinking of asking him to HOCO, or whatever," Peter said, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. "But like, don't know if he swings that way," he shrugged. "We could always just go as friends, I guess."

"I think you should just ask him," I said, trying to keep a plain expression.

"Yeah?" Peter started. "I mean, you know your twin."

I nodded, a smile on my face.

"Alright," Peter sat up excitedly. "I'll, I'll make one of those cheesy signs, yeah."

"Add so much glitter," I said, backing out of the room and into the hall, shutting the door behind me.

My feather's bumped into someone.

My brother frowned. "You're the worst," he said.

"Yeah, yeah," I replied, taking him by the wrist and leading him away from the room.

"What? Where are we going?" Warren said.

"Well, Peter's busy making you a sign to ask you to Homecoming and I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise, of course," I said.

"What, really?" Warren stopped walking.

"Really, really. Get your tux ready, dork," I said with a grin.

Warren clapped his hands together and pulled his fists towards himself in triumph, "Yes!"

"Am I still the worst?" I asked, hopping down the stairs.

"No, but you're still a nerd," Warren laughed. "Hey, are you going to our Homecoming?"

"Um, maybe. I hadn't thought about it," I said. "Don't have a dress and last time I went my friend's dad tried to kill me and Peter."

"What?"

"Long story, but, I'll think about it," I said. "I haven't been to a school dance here in awhile. Kinda miss it."

"You should come!" Warren insisted. "Besides, I'll need the back up. You'll be my wingman, literally," my brother laughed.

"Dumb," I said, shaking my head, but I couldn't help but smile.

"I kinda want to peek in my window," Warren said as we walked outside.

"Don't you think he'll hear us flapping?" I said.

"Peter always works with headphones in," Warren answered, flying up to the same level as the second floor.

I flew up after him.

"What does the sign say?" I asked softly, me and my brother's chins resting on the outdoor window sill. Inside, Peter sat at his desk, drawing on several pieces of paper that had been taped together.

"Fly me to the moon," Warren read. As the two of us floated back down to the ground, a swirl of pink washed over Warren's cheeks.

"Still think he doesn't like you?" I asked, an excited smile on my lips.

"Shush."