- 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 :
𝐲𝗼𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝗼𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝗼𝗺𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝗼𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝗼𝐬𝐞𝐫 -

PETER MAXIMOFF

You had been best friends with Peter Maximoff since early childhood, and you two were basically inseparable.

You had both graduated high school a few months ago and decided to take a gap year, to take a road trip around the entirety of the United States.

Everything had been so routine your entire lives, nothing out of the ordinary. That was, until you started to notice things.

Something was different about Peter. You could feel it. His harmless gazes turned into something that had more meaning, a thing you could just barely recognize.

His little "scooches" to get closer to you while you were watching a movie in his basement, and make excuses about a non-existent draft causing him to drape a blanket over the two of you.

You were confused, to say the least, but tried to ignore it, in order to savor your friendship. You wouldn't ever admit it, but you'd always had a crush on Peter since basically the day you'd laid your eyes on him. And he sure as hell wouldn't admit it, but he was head-over-heels in love with you, and was just too scared of ruining your friendship and too scared of rejection that he'd never tell you.

At this moment in time, though, you were both sitting in the car, waiting in line for drive-through.

When you came to a stop at the ordering window, you opened your mouth to list off what you wanted, but Peter beat you to the chase.

"She'll have a small bacon cheeseburger, medium fries, and a large Coke." He informed, and then he almost started to order his own food but this time I cut him off.

"He'll have two large burgers, large fries, a large Coke, and a large chocolate milkshake, please." I grinned, and after hearing the extent of the order, the cashier gave Peter a look.

He blankly stared at her, not having a good explanation. After some inner debate, he shrugged, "Fast metabolism."

You almost snorted but Peter was quick to elbow you in the side, almost knowing your thoughts.

You playfully rolled your eyes as he smiled innocently at the cashier and handed her a 50 dollar bill.

After the woman gave him the change, Peter pulled up to the next window and collected your food.

You held the bag in your lap and began feeding Peter's fries one by one to him as he drove. After about ten fries, you picked up his Coke and stabbed a straw through the lid, holding it up to his mouth.

He took a sip and nodded at you in thanks. "Hey, so what state's next on the list?" He asked.

"Uhh..." You got out the handwritten list that you'd made together a few weeks ago, "Looks like it's gonna be Ohio."

Peter made a face, "Ugh, why'd we put that on the list?"

"Uhh..." You looked at the list and the few bullet points under Ohio. "Ooh! Rock & Roll Hall of Fame. That's why."

Peter perked up, "Oh, yeah."

You looked back at the list and bounced in your seat in excitement, "And Cedar Point Amusement Park!" You slapped Peter's arm and grinned, "We've got to go on Steel Vengeance."

You hadn't even noticed that you left your hand on Peter's bicep until he shifted uncomfortably in his seat and seeing his discomfort, you quickly snatched your hand back.

Getting your favorite book out, you took one last glance to look at Peter, and saw his hard stare on the road in front of you. You sighed and shook your head, looking back at your book.

What you didn't know was, the second you looked away, Peter turned his eyes to you, staring for a short while before focusing his stare back on the road.

You read your book for maybe about half an hour before you felt your eyelids getting heavy, and you yawned loudly. "Hey, can we stop soon and get a motel room? I think we both need some rest." You mumbled, lazily rolling your head to look at your best friend.

Peter tiredly looked your way and chuckled with a smile, "Yeah, we can stop." He drove for about ten more minutes before you pointed out an exit with a motel stop.

A few minutes later, Peter was pulling over at the Trolley Stop Motel, a small building behind a convenience store. The two of you got out of the car with your bags, and Peter put his arm around you while you walked into the lobby together.

You leaned your head on his shoulder as he paid the money for the room and the employee handed over the key.

In the motel room, there was only one queen-sized bed, but you didn't mind because you and Peter had grown up together and were used to sharing a bed when you slept over at his house and vice versa.

You both changed into your pajamas and brushed your teeth, your outfit consisting of a silk tank top and shorts of the same material. Peter was wearing red flannel pajama pants with a plain white t-shirt, which made it easy for you to see his defined biceps.

And, you couldn't help but notice Peter's quick glances down to your chest when he thought you weren't paying attention. The attention made your cheeks redden, and you tried to suppress a smile.

Soon enough, you were both tucked into bed, with you laying on your side and Peter laying on his back. Fortunately, you were able to fall asleep pretty quickly at first, but you woke up at 2 AM, wide awake.

Curious to see if Peter was still asleep, you slowly rolled over to look at him, and sure enough, he was staring wide-eyed at the ceiling.

An idea popped up into your head, and you stood up, slightly startling Peter. You dug through your bag and grabbed the thing you were looking for, and then made your way into the bathroom to change.

A minute later, you waltzed out, throwing Peter's swimming trunks at his face. "Get dressed, we're going swimming."

Peter sat up, "But the pool's closed."

You looked at him expectantly, "... And?"

"God, I love you." Peter grinned and stood up, but then stopped in his tracks when he realized what came out of his mouth. His jaw dropped, "I-I mean, what I-I meant was—" He stammered, trying to explain, and you almost smiled at how cute he looked. "I meant, I love the way you say things, a-and—" He sighed and dropped his head with an embarrassed blush.

You finally grinned at him, "I know what you meant, Peter, it's fine."

He laughed slightly, and in a blink of an eye, he was dressed.

"Come on, let's go already!" You grabbed his hand in yours and pulled him down the hallway, even though you both knew he could get you both there in a second. The two of you just wanted to enjoy the moment.

You got to the pool in no time and quickly took off the oversized t-shirt you had thrown over top of your swimsuit, and Peter's eyes quickly flocked to your cleavage.

Deciding to tease him just a little bit, you walked to the other side of the pool and slowly stepped down each stair, making your descent into the pool. Peter gulped and then shook his head, before jumping into the chilled pool.

You squealed when you felt him splash you, and you jumped onto his back, wrestling him down into the water. After he got free from your grip, you both emerged to the surface in a fit of laughter.

After a while of splashing about in the pool, you really started to feel the effects of the cold. You shivered and swam over to Peter, bringing him into a hug to feel his body heat. You ducked your head into his shoulder, just breathing in his familiar and comforting scent.

Being in his arms felt like home. Being in his arms felt like you were the only two people in the world. You felt like nothing could ever hurt you when you were with Peter. And that, my friends, is the feeling of love.

"(Y/N)?" Peter mumbled into your shoulder, so quietly, that you almost couldn't hear him.

"Yeah?" You whispered back.

He let out a deep breath, "I am so in love with you."

Your eyes widened and you pulled back from the hug. You knew that you'd felt something different between you recently, but you had no idea that Peter felt the same things you did.

Mistaking your look of pure and utter shock for something worse, Peter stepped back and frantically started to apologize, "I am so sorry, I don't know why I said that. I-I just got so caught up in the moment, and it just came out, I didn't mean to, I swear. We can just pretend that this never hap—" You cut him off by grabbing the sides of his face and pulling him down to meet your lips.

You could swear you heard fireworks going off the second you touched, and neither of you ever wanted this moment to end. It felt like the moment lasted for hours, when in reality it was maybe close to a minute.

The second your lips touched his, he set his hands on your waist and pulled your body to his. You moved your hands from his face and wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. You felt his tongue run across your bottom lip and immediately granted him access, and Peter swore that he could never be happier than he was with you in that moment.

It ended too soon though, and when you pulled away, you rested your forehead on his. Peter let out a breath of disbelief, and you could feel his smile, "You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that."

"Peter?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you too."