*PETER'S POV*
My small room danced with the colors of morning sunshine. It was bright and early. I had forgotten to close the curtains last night so I woke up as soon as the sun started to rise.
I yawned, rolled over on my side, and opened my eyes.
Uh oh.
I guess Harley spent the night.
Does May know? She would never allow this.
Why can't I remember what happened last night?
Why does my head hurt so bad?
I groaned as I rolled onto my back and stared at the bottom of my top bunk. I rubbed my eyes and embraced the pounding pain all around my head.
I felt Harley start to move and my body went stiff. He opened his eyes and smiled. "Good morning."
"Good morning," I smiled back, though my face and voice were twisted with confusion.
"I bet you don't remember anything from last night, hm?"
"Um... no. What happened?"
He chuckled. "Didn't think so."
He got out of bed and started putting his shirt on. "Come on, you probably don't feel too great. Let's get you some Aspirin and some water."
I got out of bed groggily and realized I was in my underwear. "Oh my god," I gasped and grabbed pants hurriedly from off my floor.
Harley laughed and held out his hand once I got some pants on. I took it and he led me to the kitchen, where he got me a glass of cold water and Aspirin. "Drink up buttercup," he pushed it towards me.
"Can you... explain to me what happened last night? I literally can't remember anything... it's so weird." I popped the Aspirin in my mouth and chugged the water.
"Yeah," he laughed, "sit down. This is going to be a long story."
*THIRD PERSON POV*
-LAST NIGHT-
"So is there anything you want to do tonight? We could go to the park or something." Peter waited for Harley to reply.
"I was actually thinking about going to this party one of my coworkers is having at his place. He's pretty rich so he rented out this huge house to stay in while he's here for the internship and he's having a party tonight with everyone from the office. It starts at 5:00. You should come. It'll be fun."
Peter thought about it. "Um... I don't know. I'm not a big party person. Plus I don't even know the guy."
"Petey..." Harley begged. "Please. It'll be so much fun. And all my friends will get to meet you."
Peter didn't really want to go. He'd never really been to a real party before because he never got invited to high school parties. He was too unpopular. He didn't know what to expect. But at least Harley would be there. And, after all, he did want to experience it.
"Okay, okay. Fine." He gave in.
Harley clapped. "Yes! I'm telling him you're coming."
"What's his name?"
"Darren. He works in a different section than I do so I don't talk to him much but we're still friends."
Peter nodded. "It's not going to be like... a wild party is it? Like with drugs and alcohol and stuff?"
"No," Harley laughed, "of course not."
"Good. I don't think I could handle that," Peter said. "I'm too much of a shy kid."
"Oh come on, you're Spider-Man."
"I wear a mask, Harley."
"That doesn't make a difference. It's still you."
"Yeah but barely anybody knows that. That's what the difference is."
Harley sighed, then smiled. "Well tonight you'll have the opportunity to come out of your little Peter shell and meet new people."
"Yay," Peter rolled his eyes playfully and Harley punched his arm.
"Let me go tell Aunt May," Peter stood and walked towards the door. "Um, where is it?"
"Like 5 minutes from here. South Street."
"Gotcha."
Peter walked to May's room and knocked hesitantly. He was hoping she'd be okay with it.
"May?"
She looked up from a book she was reading. "Hey Peter, what's up?"
"Um... so Harley wants me to go to a party with him tonight. It's his coworker's party and it's on South Street so it isn't too far away."
"Oh my gosh! I've been waiting for this day." She got up and hugged him. "My baby's finally going to his first party."
"Aunt Mayyy..." Peter complained as his aunt squished him. "Stop."
"What time does it start?"
"5:00. I don't know when it ends. I'll text you."
"Okay," she nodded. "Please be safe. Don't do drugs, don't drink, don't have sex, and if you do, wear a condom." She did a thumbs-up and Peter's face flashed red. He walked out of the room backwards holding a thumbs-up too.
-2 HOURS LATER-
May pulled up to the house at 5:05.
"Fashionably late," she winked. She stared at Harley and Harley's eyes widened until he got her unspoken message.
"Oh, uh, I'll head inside. Meet you in there, Peter." He got out of the car and started walking up the paved pathway to the front door.
"Okay," Aunt May fixed Peter's hair with her hands and he squirmed the whole time. "May, you're ruining- stop- May- it's fine, leave it alone." He swatted at her hands and she finally retreated.
"I don't want this to be awkward but I felt like I needed to do this, as your guardian." She took a deep breath and pulled out a row of condoms. "Take these," she whispered. "Just in case."
She handed them to me. "May!" Peter whispered harshly. "I'm not going to need these. Why would I need these?"
"Just in case, Peter."
"I'm dating Harley!"
"Aww," she beamed, "it's official?!"
"Yes, we've been dating for a while now."
"Well still. Take them. Put them in your pocket or something. You never know," she winked.
"This is so weird, can I go?"
"Yes." She unlocked the car. "Be safe, have fun!!" May waved goodbye.
Peter walked up the steps, his face still burning, and found Harley talking to a group of guys.
"Oh, hey, Pete." He put his arm around Peter as he approached tentatively. "Everyone, this is Peter. Peter, this is Derrick, Elijah, Hudson, and Tyler." Harley pointed them all out as he said their name and Peter half smiled at each of them.
Harley spent the next hour introducing Peter to all of his friends from the office, such as Kristina, who is tall, blonde, and has a Russian accent. Then there's Malachi, who Peter didn't feel comfortable around because he kept eyeing them when Harley put his arm around Peter. Last but not least of the most interesting lot is Jade. She was really nice. Peter was pretty convinced that she was a lesbian but didn't say anything to Harley.
As the night got later, the party got more and more wild. People started bringing out beer and vodka and you had to be careful if you wanted to open a closed door because you didn't know who might be in there or what they might be doing.
"I thought you said the party wasn't going to be like this," Peter rolled his eyes in disgust as he watched a guy throw up in the corner of the room after chugging a can of beer. "I didn't think it would be," Harley smiled and booped Peter's nose. "But we're here now so... let's enjoy it."
Peter crossed his arms and remained on Harley's lap on the couch. He watched people doing stupid shit and wondered how wasted they must be.
"Hey Harls!" A group of voices shouted from behind them. Both Peter and Harley turned around to see them coming towards the couch.
"Jacob bet me that I couldn't get you to drink this in 30 seconds." The guy that was talking was sweaty and he kept wiping his black hair out of his face. "Please do it. He'll owe me $30."
"I can't, I don't really drink. Sorry." He frowned, but in a mocking way, like he wasn't really sorry.
"What? Why not?"
"I just don't. Underage drinking isn't for me," he laughed.
"What about your shadow here?" He zoned in on Peter, who was standing a few inches behind Harley with his head lowered. He looked up quickly when he realized they were talking about him.
"Oh no, he doesn't drink either."
"What is it with you two goodies? Fuck, I just lost $30."
They started to walk off but Peter stopped them. "I'll do it!"
They turned around with smirks on their faces. Harley gaped at him. They stumbled back to Harley and Peter and gave Peter the cup.
"Can you give us a second?" Harley pulled Peter to the side before they could even answer.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Why not?"
"You're just not that type of person. Have you ever even drank any alcohol in your life?"
"No. First time for everything," Peter laughed. "I'm ready."
"Okay," Harley backed away with a smile, "go for it."
"What even is this?" Peter asked the group of boys and they shrugged. "We think it's a mixture of vodka and Sprite."
"I'm starting the timer on my phone." A redhead from the group said. "Bottoms up in 30 seconds. Okay... ready, set, go!"
Peter was hesitant at first, but the pressure of time set in on him so he started drinking it as fast as he could. It burnt his throat and he gagged a couple of times. He had never tasted alcohol before and, holy fucking hell, he never expected it to taste like this.
He finished it within 27 seconds and he felt nauseous but also very proud of himself. He high fives everyone from the group and Harley stood there staring at Peter with his mouth open. "What. The. Fuck. Parker."
Peter shrugged and smiled. "That was insane, let's go get more."
"You're going to get drunk-"
"That's the point, come on." Peter pulled Harley along with him. He'd always wanted to know what it was like to be drunk. Now was his time. He was never like this. He was always a shy, quiet kid. The straight A student that never did anything bad. Now, surrounded by people that he didn't know and that wouldn't judge him, it was his time to be someone else.
Harley looked out for Peter the whole time, making sure he wasn't getting into any trouble and rubbing his back as he threw up into some bushes in the front yard.
He decided to take him home at midnight, which was early since the party was still going strong.
He texted May from Peter's phone and told her that they'd get a taxi so May wouldn't have to drive there. Harley just didn't want Peter to get in trouble. He hailed a taxi, took him home, and laid down in bed with him for a little while.
He had never seen Peter like this and he never thought he would. It was strange. But at least Harley knew there was an adventurous side to Peter apart from being a superhero.
So much for bed rest from Wakanda, Harley thought. But Peter had a good time and got home safely. That's all that really mattered.
Now they just had to hide Peter's hangover from May in the morning...
*PETER'S POV*
-PRESENT-
"So... we didn't... do it?"
"Sex? No, we didn't have sex. Virginity rocks," he fist bumped the air weakly. "I accidentally fell asleep in your bed and you stripped to your underwear last night before you fell asleep because you wanted to give me a strip show."
"Oh my god," I facepalmed and blushed hard. "I'm so sorry."
"It's okay," he laughed. "Drunk Peter was funny and kinda cute."
"I'm never getting drunk again. That was terrible. That wasn't like me at all..."
"Peter, it's okay. Your teenage experience isn't complete without getting drunk at least once." He winked.
"Thanks for taking care of me," I said. I was very grateful. I don't know where I would be right now without Harley.
"No problem. You are the sweetest boyfriend anybody could ever ask for." He kissed my forehead and I snuggled into his chest.
"Peter," May came out of her room looking confusedly at her phone, "what does this mean?"
She showed me her screen. My heart dropped when I saw it was a text from last night:
Srry Im vrunk riht now. Tell me ifbs u see my Crocs on the ceiling.
I buried my head in my hands. "I didn't mean to text you that. I think it happened accidentally."
"You mean like a butt dial?" She had her hands on her hips with her eyebrows raised.
"Yeah, I guess."
"Harley." Harley's head jerked forward and his eyes widened. "Yes ma'am?"
"What happened last night?"
I groaned.
Harley shrugged. "We just... went to the party. It was good."
"So nothing else happened?"
"No."
She nodded but I could tell she still had doubts.
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(A/N this chapter was so weird lol, I just decided to change it up a little bit from what we've been doing. anyway you guys know the drill: vote, comment, and follow :) see you guys soooon...)
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