MEMORIES ✧˖° PETER PARKER

THREE ✮ SPOONS

[SOUTHERN ALPS, AUSTRIA]

- Y/N -

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I NEVER KNEW that I would be glancing out a tour bus window, admiring the landscape of the Eastern Alps. We were supposed to go to Paris today but apparently, we had gotten an upgrade to go to Prague instead. I was looking forward to going to Paris and exploring all the beautiful landmarks they had over there but going to Prague was exciting enough.

"Did you know that the Festival of Light in Prague is on for the next four days?" Ed stated, "I'm most excited for that - apparently, it's like a huge light festival where they showcase a lot of artworks, light shows, and just bright things in general."

Ed was sitting next to me again for the ride to Prague, this time he came and sat next to me and MJ. I guess the good time we had on the plane ride was what made his decision.

The ride across Eastern Alps to Prague was a very long journey so Mr Harrington allowed us to go on a short ten-minute pit stop. MJ, Ed, and I decided to use the ten minutes to explore at the souvenir shop that was there.

I observed all the beautiful stones, postcards, and their handmade collection. "Wow look at this." I showed MJ a pretty snowglobe of Venice which had the Rialto Bridge inside of it.

It was pretty, something I would want to keep after the memories I've made in Venice yesterday.

"Ew. No." MJ started, flapping her hands in disgust, "If you're going to get something, get something else."

Oh.

"Yeah, I wasn't planning on buying it anyway," I replied, placing the snow globe back on the shelf.

"I'd say it's pretty." Ed answered with his hands in his pockets, "It's a perfect souvenir that'll make you want to remember Venice."

"Yeah but I guess I'll just get something else later," I replied, looking around the shop more.

I noticed on the corner of the shop there was a section filled with spoons. Like the souvenir spoons, you would get them in different countries for collection. I picked up a Venice spoon and smiled.

I suddenly recalled the time, a week or so ago, when Peter told me that his plan for the trip was to collect spoons. Well, it wasn't completely told by himself but partially by Ned; however, it was obvious he was going to collect spoons anyway.

He was embarrassed by it but I think there's no need for embarrassment as everyone has different hobbies.

I observed the store and Peter was nowhere to be seen; I don't think he brought a spoon from Venice due to all the hectic and craziness from yesterday. I eyed the Venice Spoon and contemplated.

Should I get it for him or not?

No, I'm being too nosy. That is what a part of my mind says; so I decided to place the spoon back. Then the other half says; Yes, Peter is a kind guy. He's always been nice to you; just get him a small gift. So I picked it back up.

I paused, "Hold on. Why do I care? What if he suspects that I like him or something when that is clearly NOT the case–"

"Hey Y/N," Ed suddenly interrupted, I jumped and instinctively hid the spoon behind my back. "I'm just going to the restroom, so I'll just see you on the bus."

"Okay," I nodded, still hiding the spoon, "See you then."

Ed must have noticed that I was buying spoons, "You're buying spoons instead?" He asked, pointing at the table filled with souvenir spoons.