Her feet dangled over the edge of the building, the city lights beginning to shine brightly in the night. The rooftop to the venue for the homecoming dance, was towards the outer parts of New York City and the view was absolutely stunning. She came up here originally for five minutes at the most for a quick break, until she got caught up in the view of the city lights. Her midnight blue dress rivaled the darkening sky by color and the small design at the bottom of her dress that sparkled like the stars in the night sky.
The air was cool against the bare parts of her skin and the slight breeze blew her wavy hair behind her. The sun was nearly gone from the sky and stars were starting to twinkle against the dark blanket that was the night sky. The rest of the lights on the buildings were beginning to turn on and glittered in the distance.
There was a sudden slam of the rooftop door and she hurriedly turned around, her hands gripping the building's edge. A somewhat tall figure moved into her vision and her eyes fell on non other than Peter Parker. A deep feeling of resentment filled her veins as she took in his appearance. It wasn't that she didn't like Peter, she just was not keen on having his company that night.
For as long as she could remember, she had had a mutual rivalry with Peter to be top of their class. Bragging to the other about a higher score on a lab. Waving a higher test grade in their face. Peter had come to the roof for the same reason as her and was genuinely surprised to see someone else was up there with him. As he walked closer he noticed it was (Name) and he couldn't deny that she looked absolutely stunning in her dress that resembled the night sky, her legs dangling off the edge of the building. Her shiny silver heels glittered like the city lights before them.
"Fancy meeting you here," Peter said, taking a seat next to her on the edge. She rolled her eyes.
"What do you want, Parker?" she quipped, turning to face him. Peter copied her actions and rolled his eyes as well.
"Wanted some fresh air, is that such a bad thing?" he asked. Her head turned back to stare out at the city. His lips formed a small smirk as he faced the city as well.
"The view up here is amazing, almost like it's made for two people to share. Too bad those two had to be us," Peter stated. (Name) scoffed in response.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" she questioned and Peter shrugged.
"Well you know, if we were any other couple we would be romantically taking in the view. But we're not. And we both know us together would never happen."
"Oh really?"
Peter nodded, giving a hum in response.
"Yup. Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but you're not exactly my type."
(Name) scoffed once more.
"Wasn't aware you had a type, Parker."
"Oh yeah. And I know, it sucks for you, but there's not a spark for us to have in sight. This is actually such a waste of a lovely night."
"Let's make one thing clear, Peter," she was beyond aggravated and her pride was a little dented from his comment, but there was no way in hell he'd get the last word.
"You may say there's nothing here and that I'm not your "type", whatever your "type" may be. But let's be clear that I'm the one that gets to make that call."
"Is that so?"
She nodded her head, a sudden silence falling over them. She stared at Peter out of the corner of her eye, taking in his appearance. He looked rather attractive in his suit, with his curls slicked back. Her cheeks heated and she frowned. Was she really developing feelings for Peter Parker? The thought of something so absurd made her roll her eyes.
"This really is a waste," she said.
"Yeah, I'm aware," Peter scoffed.
"You know you looked kind of cute in that suit of yours. What's it made of? Polyester?"
"Wool, actually," he responded, which caused her to roll her eyes. Another silence fell. Peter's heart was slowly starting to calm down. Although he may be competing against her to be top of the class, he couldn't help it when it started to speed up again when he noticed her running a hand through her hair. He bit his lip and looked at his dress shoes, realizing he was actually falling in love with the girl who resented him. An abnormal boost of confidence flooded his body.
"I've got a question for you, honey," he said, turning his body towards her.
"Don't call me that," she responded, her cheeks flushing slightly.
"What'll it take for you to fall in love with me?" he asked her. Her eyes narrowed.
"Are you kidding me?"
"Nope."
She was up in a flash pacing across the rooftop. Peter got up as well standing off to the side, admiring the way her dress twirled around her thighs when she would turn.
"Listen Parker, that might work on any other girl, heels or not. On a girl who is so desperate for a chance at romance. And I don't know if this is how you win girls most of the time, but it's not going to work. You said it yourself, I'm not going to fall in love with you because we're not each other's types. I feel nothing for you right now. In fact, I feel less than nothing," she said, pointing an accusatory finger at his chest. There was closer proximity between them and she lied when she said she felt less than nothing. Tonight, she actually thought she might have feelings for Peter Parker which seemed completely insane.
"Are you sure about that, sweetheart?" Peter whispered, his eyes pouring into hers. She frowned and gave a hard nod.
"Absolutely positive."
"Well then, I'm glad you wholeheartedly agree that this is a complete waste of a lovely night."
Peter's eyes looked like they were searching hers and she shakily swallowed. His intense stare made her cheeks flush a light pink.
"We don't have to make it such a waste though," she raised an eyebrow at his comment.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, dance with me."
"You're absurd," she crossed her arms across her chest and walked away from him, her hips swaying. Peter walked after her and grabbed her arm, spinning her into his arms. He danced her across the rooftop, spinning her just to see the skirt of her dress flare out beneath her. After one last spin, he grabbed her waist and her hands were placed on his chest.
Peter shoved his fears away as he slowly leaned down. (Name) let her emotions get ahead of her as she let Peter's lips brush against hers. She snapped back, coming to her senses. Clearing her throats she backed away from him, flashing a sheepish smile.
"Sorry," Peter mumbled and she shook her head a silent laugh slipping out of her. She maintained eye contact as she walked backwards towards the roof's door.
"I'm still not going to fall in love with you," she called out to him, her hand on the doorknob.
"You'll call though?" he called back and she shrugged.
"Not sure, after all this was such a waste of a lovely night," she flashed a playful wink before disappearing down the stairs. Peter was left alone on the roof, softly shaking his head with a smile on his face, only thinking it wasn't a complete waste.
