2nd Person POV
Peter Parker is the cutest person alive. You have never seen anyone else so cute and so innocent before, and that's what you like about him. And the day he got glasses, oh gosh, you about died.
"Quit staring, Y/N, or else you are going to get caught." MJ says harshly in your direction. She puts her hand on your chin and moves it in her direction, away from the boy and his best friend. Never in a million year would you bet that MJ would put down her book for you. Yeah, she is your best friend, but it takes a lot from her to put down a good book.
You sigh and stare down at your half eaten lunch. "I know, I know, but I—I can't help it when he looks—"
"—like the cutest geek in the world." MJ finishes your sentence and you slowly sink into the lunch table. If it isn't embarrassing enough, he sits right down the table from you and MJ and might have heard all of it. "I say that if you don't ask him out by tomorrow after school, I'll do it for you. I refuse to watch you stay lovesick for your entire high school career, so we are getting you a boyfriend one way or another."
You nod your head at your best friend, "Okay, I'll do it. I can do this, no problem."
———
"MJ, I can't do this."
It took you until two in the morning to fall asleep due to nerves. Just thinking about Peter made you feel butterflies in your stomach. Now it is seven thirty in the morning and you have already had half of your cup of coffee.
She flips a page in her book, "Y/N, you have until after school today, then I tell him." MJ says in her singsong voice before returning to her book again.
The bell rings for first hour and you become a nervous wreck again. You have first and fourth hour with Peter, which means you literally can't get away from him at the end of the day. You look up from the table to see Peter walking out of the cafeteria and towards the math rooms upstairs.
"Your Prince Charming awaits," MJ teases, sticking her tongue out at you and shoving her own book into her bag. You and MJ both go in your separate directions to class, except your not ready at all to face the boy of your dreams.
He doesn't seem ready either. When you walk into math class for the morning, Peter is sitting awkwardly in his seat, face flushed, and nervously fidgeting his leg up and down. Every couple of minutes or so, you could see him pushing his glasses further up his nose.
"Are—are you okay, Peter?" you ask him quietly, hoping nobody else could hear you talking to him. At first, Peter didn't even expect you to be talking to him. He has been secretly waiting for it to happen, but he didn't expect it so soon. That and Peter is really good at acting. With his super hearing from spider senses, he heard your whole conversation with MJ yesterday. He also overheard that you find guys with glasses hot, so he decided to try it out for a day, which has now turned into months.
"I—I am, yup," Peter smiles, trying his best not to blow his cover to you. On the other hand, you are oblivious to everything he is doing. "I forgot we have a math test next block and I'm not prepared at all."
The color drains from your face, "Oh god, we do? I'm definitely going to bomb that." You look back down at your paper and looks at your recents notes, and of course, you have the test date written on your notes. How could you forget that?
"Don't worry, Y/N, I'm sure you are going to do great on the test."
"Most definitely not," you mumble under your breath. You knew Peter heard it too, which made you feel worse than you already do.
Peter taps you in the shoulder, "I—I have an idea. What if you come over to my apartment and I can help you study? I have Doritos we can snack on and my Aunt probably won't be there, but—"
"Really?" You beam at him, hoping it didn't come off as too creepy. Admitting you have a crush on him might be easier than you thought it would be.
The boy nods his head happily, probably happy that you are so happy. If he wants to make sure MJ's plan works, then he is going to do everything he can to get you to say something to him. It makes things easier for him too. Peter has been equally terrified to speak up about his feeling for you these past months.
The next few classes flew by quickly. Moving from class to class felt different this time, because Peter waved at you every time he passed you in the hallway. He also gave you his number so he could text you where to meet him after school. Peter could feel how close you were to telling him your feelings, now all you had to do is say them out loud.
At lunch time, MJ finds you sitting a bit closer to Peter and Ned than usual. "Did you tell him?" she whispers excitedly into your ear. You turn back to face her, then you quietly explain to her what happened this morning. Needless to say, she is a little proud of you for your accomplishments.
MJ knows Peter and Ned better than you do, so for the entire time at lunch, you listen to the three of them talk about Star Wars. Every once in a while, MJ would try to get you to talk about Star Wars, you being a fan yourself, but you would get too nervous and give them two word responses.
Then MJ brought up your love for Captain America. She knows how big of a celebrity crush you have on him, and she only brought it up because Peter is Spider-Man. It would get him defensive about superheroes and more intrigued with you.
Peter keeps coming up with stuff like "Isn't he like a hundred years older than you" and "I'm pretty sure he is in love with Sharon" sort of things to get you to not be in love with him. How could you not, that man is gorgeous.
You and MJ always walk to your classes after lunch, they are right next to each other. Just as you are about to walk into your classroom, MJ pulls you aside to tell you that she is pushing back the deal to the next morning. You feel a little more relieved that the study date tonight won't be awkward whether you tell Peter your feelings or MJ does.
During the last class of the day, MJ wouldn't stop texting you. She sits at the back of the classroom, you sit in the front, and Peter sits somewhere in the middle. She got the perfect view of her favorite lovesick friends. The text messages from her keep saying "Peter is staring at you" and "He's drawing little hearts all over his paper" and "I think he forgot what we are learning in History today", all very funny things.
Then, his own text messages appear on your phone. He texts you his locker number for you to find him after school. Peter even sends a sideways smile made with his keyboard to you. How dorky.
———
Peter stops you at his apartment door and hovers the key above the small hole. "I apologize if my apartment is messy, my Aunt May has been busy this week and we haven't had time to clean up the place." His hand continues to move into the keyhole in a swift movement, then the door flies open and a middle aged woman is standing in the middle of the room. Peter panics, "Oh Aunt—Aunt May, what are you doing back so early?" He awkwardly folds his arms over his chest and shifts between his feet with you behind him.
"I told you this morning I had a half day at work. Why are you here with a girl?" May continues to move around the room, picking up trash and folding blankets in the couch. Peter doesn't say anything, his mouth opens and closes like a fish a couple of times.
You stand there rubbing the side of your own arm, "Peter said he could help me with math, because we have a test next class."
The Aunt stops moving around the room to stare at you. She smiles and flicks her own eyes back towards her nephew, only to crease her eyebrows at him. "Peter, why the hell are you wearing your glasses? You haven't had to wear them since middle school."
Now you crease your eyebrows at him. You could have sworn that Peter got glasses a couple years ago. A couple seconds go bye of the three of you standing there in silence. Then, Peter shoves the front door closed and drags you behind him into his room, you're guessing.
"You—you don't need glasses?"
Peter glances up at you and sadly shakes his at you. Very carefully, he takes off his glasses and folds them to place them on the desk behind him. "I don't."
"Then why wear them?" You quietly ask the boy.
"I—I," Peter stutters, "I heard that you found people attractive when they were glasses, so I bought a pair and started wearing them to school." Your face flushes in embarrassment. Somehow Peter Parker overheard your likeness of guys wearing glasses and bought a pair to get your attention. What else did he overhear? Oh god. "Please don't think this is creepy, I didn't know how else to get your attention besides talking to you, which I couldn't even do until today and—"
"—it's cute."
"What's cute?"
You stare blankly at him, trying to come up with something to say. "You are cute, and I don't think what you did was creepy. It definitely got my attention."
"Good."
"Cool. You want to go out on a date sometime?" You ask the boy.
"Definitely, tomorrow after school? I know his great sandwich shop we could hang out at."
"Sounds good to me."
"Awesome," a bright smile dances across Peter's face, making you blush even more than before, if they was even possible.
"So, about math?"
"Crap, that's right!"
Soooo I'm so excited for the next imagine, it is a Heathers themed one with both Tom and Harrison 😁