IMAGINE !
o. HAVING A CRUSH ON PETER ISN'T THE EASIEST THING IN THE WORLD . . .

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You watched as Peter turned his phone on, checking his volume for what seemed like the thousandth time. Rolling your eyes, you silently wondered how feelings could be so manipulative to those who caught them. 

In some ways more than others, they made you feel—sick. Throughout your two years of being in high school, you had never once caught a single feeling for anyone who you crossed paths with; and in your newly started junior year, you weren't planning on falling for someone. Even if you and whoever it was shared the same likes and dislikes, or something of the sorts; there was no way.

However, because you weren't spending your year falling for someone, you had to witness it happening to your close friend from the sidelines.

Peter had been your best friend since you moved into the apartment directly above his—practically almost four years. Everyday you would use the benefit of the fire escape and visit him and his aunt. Every time you popped up for a Parker-y/l/n dinner, he always seemed to be deeper in love with whoever he seemed to like at the time.

First it was some girl who he'd just met in Spanish, then it was the person on the subway, and then his feelings moved onto Liz Allen. It was somewhat insane to you, considering that you and Peter were juniors in high school and she was already a freshman in college—in Oregon.

As much as you tried telling him that she had moved on from the supposed 'connection' they had at last year's homecoming, he wouldn't listen. Because of your disbelief of being hopelessly devoted to someone, you often helped friends and even people you didn't know get over whoever they liked in the moment.

Peter sometimes knew when to stop rambling, but sometimes he didn't. When you tried explaining to him that her social medias had been flooded with tags by her current boyfriend, Peter boldly stated that you were utterly jealous that you couldn't get someone to like you.

The simple sentence made your heart ping with anger and sadness; all wrapped into one. Of course, Michelle and Ned attempted to convince you that there were indeed people who liked you. You knew there were a few people who had caught feelings for you, but the fact that your best friend had looked down upon you was the weight clipped to your leg, dragging you down to the sea floor.

Although the event occurred a week ago, you practically completely distanced yourself from him. You created excuses for your family's joint dinner night, ignored Peter's phone calls and texts, and almost completely ignored him in your shared classes.

Not bearing to watch him wait for a text from the person he convinced himself to fall in love with, you got up from your spot on the bleachers. Ned and MJ nudged Peter's shoulder, gaining his attention after the fifth time.

"What do you guys want? I'm kind of waiting for a text here." Peter remarked, giving a semi-hostile look at his two present friends.

Michelle absolutely hated the way Peter had been acting, and instead of explaining things to him, she followed in your footsteps, calling out your name. Knowing you and how your feelings worked, MJ was speculating that maybe you weren't as harsh on love as you seemed. Something was off, and she was plotting to get to the bottom of it.

Peter watched you walk out of gymnasium, somewhat worried about you. Regret filled his heart, knowing how you had been avoiding him ever since he spoke those words to you. However, the buzz of his phone lured his attention back to the illuminated phone screen.

"y/n, are you alright?" Michelle asked, grabbing your hand to stop you from walking farther down the hallway.

You nodded your head, waving your hand as if you were waving away her question. "He's just been getting on my nerves lately."

She nodded, completely understanding what you were talking about. Almost everyday at the lunch table, the three of you were talking to what seemed like a careless body, staring at the endless glow of a phone.

Waiting for a phone call that was never going to come was consuming Peter's thoughts and mind little by little each day. It became entirely serious that he somehow managed to forget your birthday; to top it all off.

Peter exiting the gym and catching up with the two of you pulled your attention back down to Earth. "Can I talk to you for second, y/n?"