I groaned and opened my eyes. Trying to go to sleep with all these thoughts in my head was not going to work. I sat up and rubbed my face. I reached for my phone and opened it. The screen came to life and I saw the picture I had set as my lock screen. It was of Peter and I making silly faces at the camera. I smiled and decided to send him a text.
Hope you made it to Liz's safely. Don't get too drunk. See you when you get home, dork. <3
I sighed and locked my phone again. I felt a pang of pain go through my chest at the thought of Peter partying with Liz. Them dancing, drinking, kissing. With a quick shake of my head I stood up from the bed and walked towards Peter's desk. It was cluttered with textbooks and gadgets of varying sizes. I decided to clean up his desk to keep me busy and to keep my thoughts elsewhere. I spotted his sweater hanging over the chair. I grabbed it and slipped it on, pretending that the warmth coming from it was Peter's instead.
Sighing, I made my way back to the bed and curled up against Peter's pillow. His pillow smelled so much like him that it brought me back to our many memories together. I smiled softly but immediately dropped it when I remembered how he was probably with another girl now. I closed my eyes and tried to get some sleep. My sleep was disturbed by a sound coming from the window. I turned my head and saw Peter climbing in wearing his mask. I scrambled from the bed and ran towards him. I grabbed his face in my hands and pulled off his mask.
"Are you okay? Did something happen? Are you hurt?" I asked, frantically. I scanned his face to look for any scars or wounds. I met his eye and saw him looking at me with a strange gaze. "Pete? Is something wrong?"
He took a deep breath before gathering me in his arms in a tight hug. He buried his head in the crook of my neck. I hesitantly wrapped my arms around his neck and carded my fingers through his hair. I rubbed his arm up and down before speaking. "Peter." He hummed in response. "Talk to me."
I pulled away to look at him. He wouldn't meet my eye so I pushed his chin up. We locked eyes. He sighed before grabbing my hands and pulling me to the bed. He let me sit before kneeling in front of me. There was another moment of silence.
"I'm sorry." Peter said.
"Sorry? For what?" I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion. He licked his lips making me glance down at them.
"For bring a complete idiot." He squeezed my hands.
"Peter, you're not making any sense. You have to give me more than just a phrase-"
"I love you." His voice made me stop.
"What?" I said, quietly. He moved closer to me and held my face.
"I love you, Y/N. I love you so much. And I'm such an idiot for not realizing it sooner. I spent all this time pining over other girls who would never even take a second glance at me. But you, you've been here all this time. You were there when I flew off the swing and scraped my knee when we were 8, you were there when Flash first bullied me when we were 13, you were there when Uncle Ben died, you were there when I got my powers. In every point in my life there was only one constant thing there. You." He was out of breath by the end of his speech. To be honest, I was as well. He was waiting for me to respond. "Please say something."
"Peter... I don't know what to say..." I trailed off. His face fell. "Oh no, Peter. I didn't-"
"No no no. I get it. You don't feel the same way. That's fine, Y/N. I just wanted you to know cause-"
I cut him off by pressing my lips against his. He froze for about two seconds before responding. He pulled me off the edge of his bed and onto his lap. Kissing Peter Parker was everything I had dreamed of and more. It felt right. I felt like we belonged together. We pulled apart and rested our foreheads against each other.
"I love you, too, Peter." I whispered. He smiled.
"Be mine? Please?" He asked. I smiled and nodded. His smile got bigger and gave me another kiss. After puling apart, he placed many more kisses on my cheeks and forehead and nose. I giggled.
"Peter! Stop!" I laughed. He laughed and hugged me tight.
"Thank you. I love you so much. I love you, I love you, I love you. I just can't stop saying it!" I laughed once again.
"I love you too, Peter. I love you." I kissed his cheek. "But I do have to ask. What knocked some sense into you?" I poked his head.
"Let's just say, I got some advice from an old friend." He said. I gave him a questioning look but he just smiled at me. "Come on, let's get some sleep."
"Don't you have to do patrols tonight?" I asked, brushing his hair out of his eyes like I did earlier tonight and cupped his cheek. He tilted his head towards my touch and kissed my palm with his own hand coming up to lace his fingers with mine.
"Eh, New York can live without Spider-Man for one night. Tonight I'm going to spend time with my girlfriend."
