hey everyone i'm back! sorry for the mini hiatus i've been very mentally ill lately and needed time to get myself together, i don't really have any support atm. i'm not fully together again, but hopefully i'll get there, writing does take my mind off things <3
i love that song btw ^
warnings: uwu moments ig, like one swear lol
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this is like around 4 pm ok on sunday, after the party and this is unedited
Your POV
When I grabbed Peter's hand to walk to the coffee shop, I couldn't help but feel...something. I don't know what it was, comfort maybe? But it was something I never felt before. Something I never felt holding Dylan's hand in the past, or my mom's. I kept thinking about that feeling until we reached the lobby and Peter brought his hand I held back to his side to open the door.
We walked shoulder to shoulder on the sidewalk to the coffee shop. Neither of us said where we were going, we just knew. My parents and I frequently went to this shop when I was younger and Peter would come along sometimes. We would always share one of the humongous cheese danishes together. I wondered if he remembered that.
After a minute or two of walking to the coffee shop that was seven minutes away, Peter began to stare at me. He just walked and kept staring at me. Even though he stared, I didn't stare back, I knew it would make him embarrassed if I "caught him." But I knew he was staring, I was not sure why. It wasn't uncomfortable, I was just confused.
I decided to speak up and ask the first thing that popped into my head, "So, what do you dream about at night?"
"W-what?" he stuttered, turning his gaze in my direction to the ground.
"Sorry it's a weird question, I know, just curious what your dreams are like. They are interesting and everyone's are different," I played it off.
What do you dream about? Really? That's the first thing that came out of my mouth? Smooth.
"Well, I don't really know, just whatever happens in my head I guess. I don't remember many dreams," he nervously chuckled.
"Oh. I dream about the past sometimes. Old memories replay in my dreams a lot."
By this time, we reached the coffee shop. Again, Peter opened the door to let me in first, him following behind. I ordered a (fav drink) and Peter ordered a hot chocolate with marshmallows and whip cream. We paid and looked for a table.
Peter's POV
"There's a table over there, in the back corner," I pointed, remembering where she liked to sit in restaurants. I used to go to this cafe with y/n's family every once and awhile. She nodded in agreement.
I walked quickly over to the table to pull the chair out for her. I still felt bad for snapping at her during the party, and she was probably still sensitive about her father, so I wanted to make her feel better.
She tilted her head and smiled, "Thank you, Pete."
"Yeah no problem," I sat down across from her.
"Also, again, thank you for trying to get me home last night. I should've listened to you. I'm sorry."
I sighed, "Y/n, it's okay. It's my fault for practically yelling. I guess I lost control. It's just that I- I care about you so much, and I didn't want anything bad to happen to you."
She looked directly into my eyes, practically tearing up, and said, "Thank you, gosh, I don't know how many times I can thank you. I care about you too, you're one of the best people that has ever walked into my life. We've been through so much together and, by the way, when we stopped talking last year, I missed you so much. More than you could ever know, and when I thought I pushed you away last night, it hurt. I am glad we are talking again and sorting things out."
In that moment, I didn't think I smiled so big at somebody. She did this to me, she made me happier than I have possibly ever been. Everything about y/n was perfect, she brought out the best in me. Everything she did and said, it just hit my heart and mind in a way I have never, ever felt before. I sat with my chin resting on both of the palms, staring back into her eyes. I knew I had a big, stupid grin on my face, I knew my cheeks were flushed, but I didn't care. I couldn't hide it anymore. I liked y/n.
"Here are your drinks," the waitress said, interrupting our moment.
"Thank you very much," y/n said smiling, before taking a sip.
I stopped staring at her and grabbed my hot chocolate with marshmallows. It was so rich and sweet.
"This is still the best (favourite drink) I've ever had. I love this place," she said.
"Me too," I chuckled at her happiness at this small cafe.
"Remember when we-"
"Remember when we-" We said at the exact same time. Both of us started laughing. Y/n's laugh was literal music to my ears.
"I was- well we were probably both going to say, remember when we would go here together when we were younger and share a cheese danish," she said, laughing some more.
"Yeah, yeah of course I do," I repeated her laughter, "That was some of our best memories."
"They were."
Narrators POV (aka mine heheh)
After Peter and yours recall of a fond memory, your phone started to vibrate. You felt bad for just answering a call then and there. But it was Dylan, so it might be important.
"I gotta go to the bathroom real quick, be right back," you smiled at Peter and he returned the gesture.
Once you got into the bathroom, you answered your phone.
"Hey Dylan, what's up?"
'Oh hey, didn't think you would pick up. Do you wanna come over now?'
You stood in silence for a moment, thinking about Dylan's accusation about cheating on him with Peter, which you were not. You thought about how he would react if you told him you were at a cafe with Peter then and there. But, you knew you should be honest.
"I would love to, but I'm at a coffee shop right now with uh...with Peter."
'Ah, sure you are. Well i'll talk to you later. Bye y/n.'
He hung up and you walked out of the bathroom surprisingly unfazed. You were having a great time with Peter, and wouldn't let Dylan ruin it. You walked out of the bathroom with your head held high and sat back down. You were staying with Peter.
His eyes perked up when he saw you again. He had marshmallow and whip cream stuck above his top lip. You thought it was extremely cute, and you started giggling.
"What?" Peter awkwardly chuckled, obviously oblivious to what happened.
You picked up a napkin and held it in your hand, ready to give it to him, "You have marshmallow and whip cream above your lip," you continued giggling.
"Oh," he laughed. You held up the napkin but Peter just went for it and licked his lips. You slowly lowered your hand.
"All better?" he asked.
"Uh y-yup all better, yup," you stuttered, starting to get a funny feeling. The two of you continued to sip your drinks, completely comfortable with each other, you being oblivious to Peter's current feelings, and him to...whatever-feelings you were feeling.
"We should probably get going before it gets too late, y/n," he spoke up.
"Yeah um, we should go." You grabbed yours and Peter's trash and threw it out, he thanked you. Peter opened the door to the shop for you, again.
"Walk you home?" he asked.
"Sure." He was going to walk you home no matter what.
The weather started getting colder and the sun was setting sooner. The sun was just beginning to set while you two walked side by side to your apartment.
"That was nice, y/n. Thanks for inviting me, or I guess coming up with the idea?"
"Yeah of course," you started laughing again. Peter Parker always made you laugh, and you loved that. You loved being able to be silly and laugh whenever you were with Peter. You knew the bond between you two was like no other.
About a block away from your apartment, it started drizzling. And then it started full on raining.
"Shit, lets hurry up!" you shouted, grabbing Peter's hand and begun to run. His hand was warm in yours and you loved that feeling. As well as your hand being warm in his and he loved that feeling.
The two of you finally made it outside the lobby of your apartment. Your mascara was running down your cheeks, and your hair was a mess. Peter's hair got all curly and messy and covered his eyes. (love messy hair wowowow love that mmmm)
Peter thought you looked beautiful, even with the streaks running all over your cheeks. He was infatuated with you. You thought he looked absolutely adorable, with his curly hairs lightly covering his eyes.
You slowly reached your hand out towards his face, slightly hesitant because you were confused for some reason. But you went for it, you reached Peter's forehead and slowly brushed the hair out of his eyes. He let you do this, swallowing thickly, almost confused by your actions. He looked at your lips as you pushed away his hair, then to your eyes. He felt something he didn't want to hide anymore, no matter what the consequences were.
"Y/n...stop...please," he said quietly, you removed your hand from his forehead quietly, the only sound was of the trickling rain. He closed his eyes, thinking for a moment, then letting out a deep breath he had been holding onto for too, too long.
"What's wrong Pete?" You asked, knitting your eyebrows together in worry. You looked deeply into his eyes when he opened them again, trying to find what was on his mind.
"I...I have to tell you something."