My door opens and I hold my breath glancing at the boy giving him a look to not speak.
He just pulls me closer to him, my body pressed up against his.
If it wasn't for my dad I would push him away.
"Gwen is that you under there?"
I feel a dip in the end of the bed.
My eyes widen.
Oh god.
"Yes. Just me dad. All alone. In these sheets."
The boy almost laughs and I hit his side, glaring at him.
"Gwen why you under the covers like that. You might suffocate"
My eyes widen, knowing my dad is probably going to pull the covers off me.
"NO!"
My dad halts in his spot.
"Can we talk tomorrow? (yawn) I'd like to sleep"
I hear him sigh.
"Yes of course. I just came to check on you. Get plenty of rest. Goodnight hunny"
"Night dad"
He then gets up as he walks out.
I let out a sigh of relief.
I then look up at the boy seeing him already looking down at me.
"This was your idea. He almost lifted the sheets"
"But he didn't. It was definitely a lot smarter than your closet idea"
"I would not call this smarter. I think this is actually worse"
"You sure?"
"Pretty sure"
"You know...I can get used to this"
He pulls me on him as he rolls over onto his back.
"Don't get too used to it. This will not be happening next time."
"Next time?"
I hit his chest, as he starts to laugh.
"You seem to be enjoying it"
"I am not!"
"Gwen you're still lying on top of me, under these sheets"
"I, well... was hiding from my dad."
"Okay. Then who are you hiding from now?"
"Uh...."
He grins as I realise that he is right.
Why the hell am I still in these sheets with him if my dad is gone.
I then roll off of him, pushing the sheets back.
He starts to laugh as I sit up.
This boy just loves laughing at me.
"You're super annoying, you know that"
I turn to him as he sits up too.
"I think I have been told that a couple times."
"Clearly not enough"
He just stares at me.
"And what was that about grabbing me and swinging me home? I don't like being grabbed and swung like that. Especially without a warning"
"I thought you needed to get home quickly?"
"I did. I just..."
I turn away.
He then puts his hand under my chin turning my face towards his.
"Talk to me. What's wrong. What's on your mind?"
I try to shake him off.
"Huh?"
The boy searches for my eyes.
I really wish he would stop that.
"Fine okay. Uh...I'm not a fan of being lifted... in the air."
"You don't like to be in the air?"
"Like 30ft off the ground with nothing but a web sustaining me. What if I fell and broke my neck?"
That seems to take the boy off guard as his breath catches the back of his throat.
He stops his hand as it is now his turn to look away from me.
Oh shit what I say?
"Hey"
I pull him by his shoulders towards me.
"Hey. Hey"
I cup the side of his face turning it towards me.
"I... I'm sorry. I didn't. I was just..."
"No. It's okay. I—"
"No, it's not okay. I can't be joking about something so serious."
"No it's me. It's me. I just forgot. I never thought.... What if you did? I couldn't live with myself. Not Ag—"
The boy starts to tear up, sniffling, shaking his head vigorously side to side.
I watch him as this is taking me by surprise.
Oh shit I have freaked this boy out.
Just because of my own insecurities.
Fears.
I wipe his tears with my hand, bringing my other hand to the other side of his face, doing the same.
I pull his head closer, almost resting our foreheads against one another's.
"Woah. Calm down. I'm fine. You just....it caught me off guard. I just don't do well with heights..."
"(Sniffle) Noted. I will keep note of that for the future"
I smile weakly at him as I rest my forehead against his.
He smiles at my action.
"Also pulling me under the bed? You could have told me your idea so I could have told you it was stupid"
He moves our foreheads apart as he looks at me.
"Still on that?"
I smile at the fact his mood has changed.
"Yes. Still on that"
I nudge his head with mine.
"You pulled me into the closet"
"Well you ..."
"I what?"
He leans his lips closer to mine.
I just stare at him, as he looks innocently at me.
I pull away, as I look at the floor, before turning back to him.
"I don't do well with stress."
"You don't deal well with stress?"
"Yes. That is why I pulled you into the closest. I got stressed and it was the first thing I thought of. Also why I couldn't process stupidest wasn't a proper word"
"You're blaming it on stress?"
I know he was hinting at the word stupidest.
He need to let that go.
"Yes. That's what I'm saying."
"So you hate heights. And don't like to get stressed."
"Yes"
"I will be sure to make sure you are never above 30ft of the ground and in a stressful situation.
I smile
"Thank you"
"Your welcome"
We just stare at one another as room goes silent.
"Look. It's been nice knowing you.....uh spider boy. But you gotta get out of my room"
The boy just grins wider.
"Or we could stay like this"
I lean towards him.
My lips almost touching his.
"I think I'll pass. I don't even know your name"
I then climb out of bed.
I turn back to my bed, only to see that boy lying on his side, smiling at me.
I roll my eyes at him.
"I told you earlier I am Peter. Peter Parker."
I just take his hand, as I start to pull him out of my bed and towards my window.
"As you have said. But I hate to break it to you. I know Peter Parker and you are not him. You saw who Peter Parker is from my documentary"
"That is true but so am I! Hold on..."
The boy turns around as I continue to push him back.
"I told you before there is no way—wait hold on"
I stop pushing the boy back as realisation hits me.
How am I so slow not to pick this up?
We the fact I did chose to ignore him when he told me his name earlier and just now I am hearing it and connecting the dots.
"This now makes sense that Connors and Max mentioned that my boyfriend was Peter Parker aka Spider-Man...."
I look up as he realisation also flashes through his face.
"Multidimensional reality and matter displacement!"
We high high one another as we hug, jumping excitedly as we both realised it at the same time.
"All real?"
"Very real"
"I knew it!"
He fist pumps the air happily as he jumps up and down like a kid.
I laugh at his actions.
"Yes and you are in another universe. More specifically mine. (Chuckle)"
The boy or should I say Peter stops jumping as he looks at me.
"Woah wait. Your universe?"
"Bingo. I am Gwen Stacy from my universe. This universe. You are clearly Peter Parker aka Spider-Man from yours. We don't know each other. Like at all. Got it?"
"So you're not my Gwen?"
"Sorry spider boy I am not. But it was real nice knowing you. A pleasure. Been a blast. I actually enjoyed it."
I smile at him and he smiles t me.
"But... the sooner we find the bad guys from these multiverses, the sooner you get to go home to your Gwen"
"Wait, Gwen —"
I then push him out the window ignoring him.
He uses his spider abilities to stick to the side of the apartment building.
"But.."
"Bye!"
I then slide the window down locking it before closing the mini curtains as I turn around sighing.
What the hell happened?
And why the hell was I about to kiss that guy?
But I somehow I wanted to.
I liked talking to him.
Hanging out with him.
If you call sneaky around my bedroom to stop my parents from catching us hanging out.
All I wanted to do was kiss him.
That Peter?
I just met the guy!
Like I understand he got confused as I must look like his girlfriend, and obviously he thought I was her.
but I don't have a valid excuse.
I never had a boyfriend who looked remotely like him.
Trust me, I would know if I did.
I quickly message MJ to come over in the morning as there is something I needed to discuss with her.
Urgently.
Like I need Advice on what the hell just happened!
I would usually tell Peter or even Ned but I figured with him trying to stop multiverse trespassers I would ask someone else.
Last time I told Peter about guy problems he threw a fit.
Ned just asked for more details.
Followed by threats that we all know Ned wouldn't be able to live up to.
It felt like a lot better call to tell a girl rather than a guy about your guy problems anyways
I usually ask Aunt May, she always gives good advice.
But what would she say about this.
From what Peter got from MJ a wing in his room and they are official I think I might get something worse.
She might even end up telling my mom.
And there is no way I would ever seek advice from my mom.
She's not really forward with me and guys beyond friendship level.
Not that I have had much anyways.
Dad... well you know how dads are.