A Dynamic Duet (Peter Parker X Reader)

Glue is Yummy Yummy

Everything was set for the Friendship Date, as Spider-Boy and I decided to call it. We had an exact location, time, and table at a semi-fancy restaurant only two blocks away from Peter's house. I even ransacked my own closet for an old white dress I hadn't worn in years, and bought white tights and materials to make a mask for only the top-half of my face. The only problem with the plan was that we decided to do it on a Wednesday after school, which meant I had to sit through school that day, thinking about it.

"Hey, (Y/N), are you okay?" Peter asked me.

Oh right, I was in Health at the moment.

Our teacher was this super preppy just-out-of-college woman, who tried to make every class exciting. Her class was so exciting that Ned had already fallen asleep, and we were only five minutes in. The project was good old fashioned arts and crafts, where we used colorful pieces of paper to make artistic renditions of drugs. Our teacher actually wanted to be an artist for Disney, but decided that teaching was more important to her.

Just like every other hands-on assignment, it was in pairs. I tried to be in a group with MJ, who probably would have just signed her name in the middle of the paper and called it art, but Peter insisted to be with me. We had to show the side-effects of Ecstasy, and when I recommended just drawing Alice in Wonderland characters, Peter laughed. Maybe things wouldn't have to be awkward between us.

We were given little booklets about each drug, which mainly talked about how dangerous the drug was. Kid you not, the very first sentence in the book was, 'Ecstasy is illegal'. I was already learning so much!

Most of the pictures were of skulls and people partying, which seemed to be the perfect depiction of what adults thought kids did when they were alone at night. Nope, we just sat in our beds watching Netflix and crying! Parties actually took time and effort out of you, and there typically weren't enough bathrooms for everyone to separately go cry in.

Peter grabbed the booklet from me, and pointed out the street names drug dealers used. There were about twenty, and they were all equally stupid. I was pretty sure my favorite one on there was Scooby Snacks. Peter pointed at the second name on the list, (that Ecstasy nickname was Adam) and smiled eerily.

"Hey kid," he said in a low, gruff voice. "Wanna buy some Adams?"

"We're sellin' Elephants for anyone who can buy," I said in an equally gruff voice. "Just give me your shoes and we've got a deal."

We both were snickering in the end, and just looking at Peter made me laugh even harder. I didn't know why, but us acting normal felt amazing. Maybe I was overreacting about DECA and Liz, and the fact that I felt hurt by it all. I tried to stop laughing, but it obviously didn't work, and I was later on having to lean against Peter for support.

"Parker, (L/N), I'm glad you two are having fun," Miss Berd said, "but I'd like you to start working on your project please."

I had finally calmed down, and sat back in my desk. "Of course, Miss Berd. Sorry."

Peter grabbed random materials from the art box at the front of the classroom--pipe cleaners, colored paper, crayons, sharpies, etc.--and sat down next to me. We didn't really know what we were doing, but I decided we'd get there when we got there. I mean, Peter still needed to read through the booklet, and I needed to actually pay attention.

"So I'm thinking we should show fake infatuation or something," I said, leaning against my chair. "Maybe show a girl with hearts in her eyes, and we draw a little broken brain in her skull?"

"Freddie Mercury was always on it, right?" Peter asked, tapping his pen on his leg. "It's mentioned in one of his songs. Don't Stop Me Now, right?"