So idk why but I still have writers block. So I apologize in advance for an incredibly unrealistic chapter.
Sorry it isn't Tom.
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"Pstt." You made a weird noice next to Peter's ears causing him to bring his hands up to his ear, his face was showing pure annoyance as he tried to sleep.
He was currently having a sleep over at your apartment since your parents needed to go somewhere for work and they say that Peter coming over is fine as long as you guys don't do anything inappropriate. Your parents trusted you too much.
"Y/n," he murmured. "Go away." His nose scrunched up before he covered his head with your duvet.
Poking his soft and just slightly chubby cute cheeks after you went under the duvet, Peter rolled his eyes before he sat up from the bed, looking at you as if his eyes were about to blast fire.
"Follow me." You whispered, trying to stop yourself from giggling.
He groaned quietly to himself and follow our footsteps.
Since it was around midnight, you guys were still in your pajamas. You didn't bother to change even when you guys will be outside.
The lift dinged loudly in your ears before you guys got out of the elevator. Peter's brown and slightly curly hair was messy, making him even cuter when he was tired.
He tried to blink away his sleeps but just by your hands touching his, he was wide awake. He didn't pull away from your hand and let you hold his.
There was a wide grin on your face as you left the lobby, nodding at one of the security.
"You never told me you had a bike." He grumbled tiredly.
"It's not mine." You said as you sat in the seat, giving him a look that said 'don't ask any questions'. You patted the rear rack, telling him to sit.
Lazily, he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on you after he took his seat. He almost drift off to sleep again but the jolt from the bike woke him up.
"What are we going at midnight." His voice was still slightly raspy from his earlier sleep.
"We're vandalizing some stuff." You said as you lowered your voice.
Peter's head shot up from your back, giving himself a weird look.
"Y/n, no." He said almost sternly. You didn't know that he was the one saving people all over the city.
"I'm just kidding. I don't know why but I think it's a good idea to take a ride when it's dark and not as loud las it is during day time." You shrugged and continued to paddle down the small streets, passing a few drunk adults.
"I mean if you want to get yourself killed." He grumbled, resting his chin on your left shoulders so he could see the road.
You liked the feeling of his arm being wrapped tightly around your waist so you pretended like you were about to crash into an invisible wall, hoping that he would panic because of the speed that you guys were going.
He did a little bit, but not much. His grip around your waist tightened a little bit.
After a few minutes of the bike ride, you stopped at a store and bought yourself a drink along with Peter's.
"Don't!" You swat Peter's hand away from your drink. He pouted and put the straw in his mouth, pretending to be upset.
When your drinks were half gone, you kindly asked Peter to be the one riding the bike so you could hold the drinks, sneakily drinking the Pepsi from his cup.
"Are those the girls who used to bully you?" You squinted your eyes against the darkness of the street. "They are."
"Y/n, what are you doing?" He stopped next to the pavement just a little less than 50 meters away from the girls.
"Nothing, just keep paddling and everything will be fine." You patted his shoulders.
"Okay.."
You took the lit off your drink, grabbing a few ice from the cup, waiting for you and Peter to be close enough to the group of girls.
"Here goes nothing." You muttered for yourself but Peter heard it anyways.
"What?" He asked you, looking at you slightly nervous.
"Just keep going. Don't worry about anything." You used your hand to turn his head back to the front.
You threw the big chunks of ice at the girls, laughing quietly.
The girls squealed in surprise as they feel he splashed of water on their body.
You told Peter to hurry up as he paddled back to your apartment.
"That was bullying, Y/n." He said after he got off the bike.
"The ice were small, they're smaller than your nails, don't worry." You half lied. "That was nothing compare to what they did to you." You said almost sympathetically.
"Don't do that next time okay? Even if it's for somebody you love. Violence isn't the answer." He grabbed your hands for the first time, tagging you along with him as you guys walk past the kind security.
Your breath hitched quickly as if you were going to wheeze. Swallowing down the lumps in your throat, you asked yourself what to say next.
You gave up with, "sometimes it is." Causing Peter to chuckle and shook his head, muttering, "no it's not," to himself.
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I apologize for the slight violence in this chapter and the name? I don't know what to call it.
