Your eyes flutter open, you were laying in your bed, on top of the covers. Wind blew though the open window and you suddenly become aware of an arm draped around your waist.
Peter's arm.
You start to panic, what if your Mum came in, what would she think. You look at the time, it was only 7:05 am, on a Saturday. She would expect you to sleep in for much longer than this. You hear Peter groan, and you slowly turn yourself around to face him.
He smiles at you, his eyes still barely open. "Good morning." He says in a groggy voice.
"Morning." You say in response.
You smile as he kisses your forehead.
He pulls away, his voice suddenly getting serious. "Y/n"
"What is it?" You ask.
"It's gone, completely gone."
You reach up to touch your forehead, where last night there had been a deep gash, and later a smaller, scar-like cut. There was nothing there but smooth skin.
"Peter what happening to me?" You ask him, as you did last night.
"I don't know," he says, stopping to think, "but I think I know someone who can find out."
JE LEEST
The Boy Down the Hall - A Peter Parker Fanfiction
FanfictieY/n has to move to queens for her mother's new job, upset about leaving her old friends behind, and nervous for what lies ahead in her life in Queens, she meets the boy who lives down the hall of her apartment building, Peter Parker... This is my fi...
