Age: 15
Word count: 1530
Summary: Alena chose to go to a party after a fight with her Mom. As guilt sets in, the 15 year old decides to fight it with distraction...

,,Go, go, go we don't have time"

Alena pressured her best friend, grabbing a dress from her closet while giving him a push towards the window. Even though her mom said to do whatever, she didnt feel like she had permission to go to that party.

,,Light, you okay?"

Peter asked, concern swinging with his voice as he leaned against the open window. He felt a little off about the whole thing, but trusted that the redhead knew what she was doing.

,,Yea, yea I'm fine. Do I still have that mascara at yours?"

The girl in question answered as she wrapped her arm around his shoulder, her hand gripping the base of his neck, indicating she was ready to go. Peter shot her a puzzled look, before he gave a smile:

,,Think so. Your parents know about this, right?"

,,Kinda. Peter, will you just do me a favor and get us to yours so I can get ready?"

Alena avoided the question, pushing herself closer against his body to shove him towards the window. She was ready to forget the past hour for at least the next few.

He gave a nod, tightening his grip around her waist as they climbed onto the window sill. The redhead clung to him, wrapping her legs around his torso as they swung through the streets of New York to get to Peter's place.

,,Light, your hair is in my face"

The 15 year old boy complained, trying to regain sight as Alena threw her hair back in an attempt to help:

,,Sorry, Sorry"

Before they knew it, their feet touched solid ground again. Alena was slightly out of breath since she made it a habit to hold it while swinging, which, to be honest, wasn't the brightest idea.

Once the dizziness had faded, the redhead began searching for her stuff which at this point was scattered all over Peter's room. It was almost ridiculous how much time the two of them spent at each others houses, up to the point where half their things were at the other's place.

,,Pete, where the fuck is my mascara? You know the blue waterproof one?"

Alena asked from his bathroom, before he could hear her going through his bathroom cabinet. Seconds later, there was a silence, followed by a gasp:

,,Oh my god"

The redhead emerged from the bathroom, a smirk on her face as she held up her mascara proudly in one hand, while holding a box in the other.

Peter turned to her, his eyes darting between her mascara and the other box, trying to identify what it was, before it hit him.

,,Peter"

,,Yea"

,,Why do you have condoms in your bathroom cabinet?"

Alena asked, trying hard to suppress a giggle. This was highly amusing to her, since to her knowledge, Peter neither had a girlfriend nor a crush at the time.

The boy turned away, his cheeks flushing red as he ran his hands through his hair.

,,May ... gave them to me. Uhm, you know for the field trip next week"

He admitted, wanting to drown in embarrassment. Alena couldn't help but burst out giggling. If she was honest, she found his reaction far more amusing than the fact that he even had condoms in the first place.

,,Huh"

Alena shrugged, throwing throwing at him. On the outside, she seemed indifferent but internally, she wanted to scream and cry and tell him how she felt. Because if she was honest with herself, she felt deeply for her best friend.

Those feelings weren't platonic though, they were like a burning fire inside her, a fire she had tried to put out for god knows how long. Seeing that Peter obviously had someone else and didn't even tell her about it made her resent her feelings.

10 minutes later, Alena emerged from the bathroom, hair and makeup done, frantically searching for the dress she'd placed somewhere in Peter's room. Seconds later, the 15 year old boy held it up, handing it to his best friend.

,,Thanks"

She smiled taking it and placing it onto his bed for easy access. Alena turned around, facing the wall, her back turned to her best friend while she took off her shirt to slip into the dress.

Little did she know Peter studied her every move, even though he tried not to. He found himself tracing his best friend's figure with his eyes while his heart beat faster than he would've liked...

,,Okay let's go"

Alena smiled, turning around again, her dress clinging to her body in all the right places. She felt good, ready to forget the fight she had at home, ready to just... be a girl at a party for a night.

Peter nodded, his throat dry. He didn't know why, but seeing his best friend in that dress, with her red hair carefully curled into place and her eyes shining brighter than ever made him feel like he never had before...

30 minutes later

Alena and Peter had arrived at the party about 20 minutes ago, somehow losing each other after 10 minutes. The redhead didn't mind all that much though.

The people were friendly and the crowd was in a great mood, making it easy to dance a little. By now, she'd already almost forgotten that she didn't have permission to actually be here.

,,Here you go, shots for everyone"

An older guy smiled as he shoved a shot glass of what looked like tequila into the 15 year olds hand. Alena took it with a smile, ignoring everything her mother had taught her about staying safe at parties.

She downed it with the others, jumping with a few girls that were just as tipsy as she was. Alena felt on top of the world, at least for a moment.

Before she knew it, she was dancing with one of the seniors, who had his arms at her waist and got way to close. If she was honest, the redhead began getting uncomfortable, but she brushed it off for the time being. This is what it's supposed to be like, that's what she told herself.

Still, she began looking out for Peter, to reconnect with him and maybe take a break. Eventually, she found him standing by the bar, so she smiled at the guy she was dancing with, signalling she was gonna get another drink.

,,Peter"

Alena smiled, holding out an arm towards him, her sounds slurred. For some reason, she felt a lot drunker than she had just 5 minutes ago. Peter pulled her towards him by the arm, separating them from the crowd.

,,You okay?"

He asked, now both his hands holding on to hers to make sure she wouldn't pass out. The 15 year old girl giggled, his touch feeling weirdly different, almost exciting to her.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her gaze meeting his. For just a moment, time stood still as their breaths danced, the distance between their lips narrowing.

,,You're so pretty"

Alena mumbled, longing for his touch, his lips on hers, his hands on every inch of her body. She felt him exhaling shakily, before suddenly, he pulled away:

,,You're drunk"

,,So are you"

He shook his head slowly. Peter didn't want to admit it but it cost every little smidge of determination just to be responsible.

Alena rolled her eyes, being tired of 'responsible'. She wanted that kiss and she wanted it now. She wanted to give in to her thoughts, wanted to show him how she felt. God, she just wanted to have this night of no thinking, no consequences, no overthinking.

,,I'm gonna call your mom to come get us"

Peter announced, pulling away once more. His best friend gave a groan of dread, leaning her head against his shoulder.

,,Why won't you just kiss me, Peter?!"

She asked, almost frustrated, yet with such force, Peter was scared she was seriously angry at him. After all, it wasn't like he didn't want to, he jsuz knew that under these circumstances, its wouldn't be the right thing to do:

,,I- Alena you're drunk, I-I want to but not like this.."

And with that, he pulled out his phone, dragging her towards the exit, as he dialled Natashas number. For all he knew, she was fine with it, so, he didn't see a problem with calling his best friend's mom....

A/N: GUESS WHOS BACK :)) After a lot of silence and writers block for little light, I finally got a oneshot done for you :D
Also, I'm sorry, beautiful people, but there's gonna have to be a part 3 bc I got so much I still wanna incorporate, I promise I'll be quicker tho :,)
Anyways, how'd you like the spiderlight content? I was giggling a lot at one point, butttt I'm a child when it comes to writing slightly flirtier scenes soooo :))
Yea, have a great day/night, stay amazing and I'll see you around <33