IMAGINE !
o. I DON'T REALLY KNOW, THIS ONE IS BAD AND WAS ORIGINALLY FOR MY ST BOOK YEE HAW . . .

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The party had finally attained it's peak, teenagers with plastic cups dancing all around the room, all colliding with each other. Most of the indoor air was permeated with smoke emitting from the collective cigarettes that happened to be conflagrant, which set the atmosphere, but the extent of clouded air was unbearable. You had taken the small gap in between the music to stumble out, and into the backyard of the unknown house to get away from the thumping music and sweaty bodies pressed against one another. Your head hurt and your world felt as if it was spinning around. Of course, most of the drinks were spiked with alcohol. The September air had started to lightly kiss your skin, comforting cold air bringing your once overheated body down. With every exhale, your breath arose up into a small cloud, hovering up and disappearing into the night.

Behind you, Peter Parker had slid open the patio door, accompanying you in the lonely space you were in. Peter had been in a lonely place for some time now, considering that his mere 'girlfriend' Liz Allen had broken up with him only a mere few months ago.

"It's starting to get a little too overcrowded in there," Peter's voice caught your attention. Turning around, you smiled at Peter, who was now making his way over to you. A silver can of soda was perfectly sat in his hands. "If you're not doing anything tomorrow, would you maybe want to travel around and I'll be your tour guide over the town we already know?" Peter swayed back and forth on his feet. You turned to face him, a happy smile spread on your face.

"I'd like that," you took a sip of your heavy drink after agreeing to Peter's proposition. You weren't getting your hopes up that he was going to magically fall in love with you and the two of you will live happily ever after, but you merely wanted someone you could trust and rant to whenever you needed. You started to slur on your words. "listen, I believe I'm extremely stoned. If it's not too much of a bother, could you drive me home?"

Peter furrowed his brows, taking a sip of his soda before talking. "Yeah, of course! But, uh, what about your car?" You swatted the question away, shrugging your shoulders.

"I'll justーjust pick it up tomorrow!" Your voice went up an octave, taking Peter by surprise. Your body lurched forward, sight turning hazy again. Constant giggles slipped out of your lips, Peter catching you before you managed to fall to the ground.

"Yeah, lets get you home," Pete mumbled, helping you walk around the house and out to the front yard. Unfortunately, the crowd of ignorance floated outside, a majority of the teenagers crowding the driveway. He tried his best to maneuver around everyone without bringing any commotion to the pair of you. All he was focused on now was to get you back home.

Nobody had noticed you two until they reached Peter's car. He helped you sit down in the passenger seat, giving you a little smile before starting to shut the door. However, a hand stopped it from closing. You turned your attention to whoever stopped it, a small frown forming on your face. The blasting music slithered it's way through the open garage door, the perfect rock song playing in the background for the 'dirtbag asshole' who was keeping Peter from returning his friend to her homeーor at least that's what he had referred to the other guy as.

"Listen, I don't want any trouble, Thompson." Peter sighed, placing his hand on the top of his car. Flash rolled his eyes, not caring about his rival's wishes. He simply wanted to win over the girl who was in Peter's carーagain.

"How do I not know you're not gonna use her? Look atー" Flash paused, trying to think of your name. He was entirely drunken out of his mind that he couldn't remember the simple name of his ex. Peter shook his head when Flash couldn't come up with your name.

Peter deeply sighed, slowly and carefully making his way to the driver's side. He didn't want to ignite any sort of fight, considering he would be seeing Flash all around town and in school; he didn't want to give him the satisfaction of an altercation either. "Why do you even care? That's exactly what you do all the time."

Flash was rendered speechless, not able to comprehend any words before Peter finally shut the door and started up his car's ignition. The engine roared to life, startling you. Peter quickly apologized, following the empty road until the rather large house party was fully out of sight.

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"Thank you for bringing me home!" You grinned, placing both of your hands on Peter's shoulders. You were completely dazed out by now, the alcohol flowing through your veins. The long car ride home was really something that had allowed yourself to ponder on the amount of drinks you had consumed, but nothing made your body flinch at the thought of yourself becoming utterly hungover in the morning. Thankfully, it was a Friday night and had meant that she could stay up for, virtually, as long as they wanted.

A quiet laugh slipped out of Peter's lips, enjoying the drunken state of his best friend. His entertainment died down when he followed Peter's gaze to the front door. You frantically searched through your jean pockets, looking for the house keys that you thought you had placed in her pocket before you left. Thankfully your window was unlocked and you could easily sneak through. Though, you'd need a little help lifting it up considering the window was utterly stubborn. On the worst days, even your family combined couldn't get it open.

"I'm gonna need you to help me with opening the window," you slurred on your words, giggles entering the air every few seconds. Peter tried his hardest not to laugh at you. He absolutely could not wait to tell you everything that went down when you were properly sober.

The two of you walked over to the side of your room, placing your fingers underneath the window and lifting up. Thankfully, the window easily slid up, allowing yourself to climb into your room, with the help of Peter. Before you went to shut the window, your did something only your drunk self would do, of course. Leaning forwards, you pressed a light kiss onto Peter's cheek. His eyebrows furrowed, trying to hide the smile that was starting to form on his lips.

"Thank you." You mumbled, placing your hands on the top of the open window. Tired eyes glistened underneath the moonlight, filled with happiness. Peter realized he would have a lot of explaining to do with you in the morning. Turning your bedside lamp on, letting out a little squeal when your eyes came in contact with the light. In no time, you had it turned off.

Peter spoke up when he realized you were starting to shut the window. "I'll see you in the morning, when you're not stoned, y/n. Get some sleep, you're gonna need it," you nodded, finally shutting the window and locking it. You gave him a little overjoyed and tired wave before passing out onto your bed without a care in the world. Peter quietly laughed, placing his hands in his pockets and walking towards his car. "She's going to have such a bad headache tomorrow."