The next week. It is Monday. The dance is Saturday. During class he runs to the bathroom. After using the bathroom he runs into Liz. I'm in the hallway.
Peter: oh hey Liz. How are you? Haven't talked to you in awhile.
Liz: hey! Peter I've missed you. We barely talk anymore. Have you been avoiding me?
Peter: no. No. Of course not. I haven't been myself lately.
Liz: Is there a reason for that? You know you can tell me anything Peter.
Peter: Thanks Liz. And I'm just dealing with a lot right now. But don't worry I'll be okay. Enough about me, are you excited for the dance on Saturday?
Liz: Not really.
Peter: why? You love to dance.
Liz: Well, I don't have a date. I've been so busy planning the dance. I was kind of hoping you would ask me.
Peter: really? You were? I've been meaning to talk to you about it.
Liz looks at Peter.
Peter: well... I... I want to ask you formally. Liz, will you go to the dance with me?
Liz: Yes, of course Peter!
Peter: sweet.
Liz: We can take pictures at my house and then go. If that is all good with you? Maybe we can drink a little. What do you think?
Peter: yeah. Okay. I'm good with anything. I'll text you. Can't wait Liz.
Liz: Yeah, cool.
Peter walks away from Liz and goes back to class. He's kind of shocked how easy that was. And Liz wanted to go with him. Honestly though, he was going to ask MJ. But Liz is great. They will have a great time. He's happy about this.
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Alone
FanfictionPeter Parker is sixteen years old. Peter has been through so much at such a young age. Peter doesn't know how to handle his feelings. He lashes out, he cries to himself, and so much more. Peter is struggling. He just feels so alone.
