Y/N's P.O.V

The school bell rang, making me sigh in relief as it signalled the end of the day. I stood up, along with Peter, Ned and Michelle and started to pack my stuff away before swinging my bag onto my back.

"Hey, Y/N, you want to grab a sandwich from Delmar's?" Peter asked, looking down at me as he shoved his books into his backpack.

"Sure, that sounds nice." I smiled.

"Are we invited?" Peter and I looked to the side to see Ned and Michelle staring at us.

"I, um, thought it could be just us, if that's okay with you guys." Peter chuckled nervously.

"So, it's a date." Michelle smirked, making Peter's eyes widen as he blushed.

"No, MJ, it's not a date, it's just two friends getting a sandwich together." I shrugged.

"Yeah, two friends who are madly in love with each other, going alone, when they could go as four friends." She nodded. I rolled my eyes, the smirk on her lips telling me that she wasn't really mad in the slightest, she just wanted to get one of us to admit that it was a date. Which it wasn't.

"Well, you guys are busy anyway. Ned, don't you have the Lego Death Star to build?" Peter asked.

"Yeah, I still need to knock out the basic bone structure of it." Ned nodded.

"Exactly, so unless you want to third wheel-."

"Third wheels only apply to dates, are you admitting that you and Y/N are going on a date, Peter Parker?" Michelle smirked, making him groan loudly and slap his palm against his forehead.

"No, that's not what I was saying." He sighed.

"Leave him alone, MJ, you've had your fun." I chuckled.

"Not as much fun as you'll have." She returned, giving me a wink and making me smile before looking at Peter.

"Should we go for that sandwich?" I asked.

"Please." He groaned before taking my hand and starting to pull me out of the classroom. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach at the feeling of my small hand in Peter's larger one, the fact that it wasn't the first time in no way diminishing the feeling.

"It's definitely a date." Michelle whispered in my ear as we walked along the school hallway and towards the doors, making me chuckle and shake my head as we left school.

"I'm just saying, what Spiderman did on the school trip was pretty cool. I mean, we didn't see him take down that monster drone thing, whatever the hell it was, but he must have done." I shrugged, rambling to Peter about Spiderman as we walked along to Delmar's, our hands still joined.

"Yeah, I saw a bit of it, and it was pretty awesome what he did. I saw him go inside the illusion and take it out from within." He nodded. I looked at him.

"Where did you go when it happened?" I asked. His eyes widened slightly.

"I mean, I know you said that you went to help people get out of the way, but I didn't see you at all, and then suddenly you were back at the hotel. Don't get me wrong, I was so glad that you were okay, but I was worried about you, Pete." I admitted, using the rarely said nickname. He looked down at me.

"You were?" he asked hopefully.

"Of course I was. I didn't like knowing whether or not my best friend was dead or alive." I mumbled. He sighed.

"I'm sorry for doing that to you. Main thing, though, is that everyone is alive and safe." He reassured as we approached Delmar's.

"True." I nodded, smiling at him as we walked in.

"Sup, Mr Delmar." Peter smiled.

"Hey, if it isn't my favourite young couple." He returned the smile. Our eyes widened and we looked at each other.

"We're not a couple, Mr Delmar, just best friends." Peter chuckled nervously as we dropped our hands, both somewhat reluctantly.

"I don't know, niño, that hand holding says otherwise." He nodded. I looked down, my cheeks burning as Peter gulped.

"Anyway, um, we'll take two number fives with the pickles smushed down real flat, please." Peter ordered.

"You got it." Mr Delmar nodded before looking at me.

"You still want that sandwich too?" he chuckled.

"Peter converted me, Mr Delmar, I love it now." I smiled, making Peter return my smile as he looked at Mr Delmar.

"Fair enough. And I don't care what you guys say, I can definitely see some young love between you." He nodded. My eyes widened slightly as I looked at Peter, him also hesitantly looking at me, both of us unsure of what to say.

"Thanks, Mr Delmar." Peter broke the awkward silence as a plastic bag was placed on the counter and Peter took it.

"See you crazy kids later." He chuckled as we left and sat outside on one of the tables.

"I will never get tired of that sandwich." I chuckled, eating the last bite before leaning back in my chair.

"Neither will I, and I've had one pretty much every day for the last five years." Peter smiled as he gently looked at me. I returned it, just taking a second to admire all of the curves of his face as he seemed to do the same to me. I snapped out of it as my phone buzzed and I looked down at it.

MJ: You enjoying the date? ;).

I rolled my eyes and chuckled as I put my phone down.

"What's the eye roll for?" Peter chuckled.

"Just MJ being MJ." I shrugged as I stood up and grabbed my bag, Peter following suit.

"You good to hang out a bit longer? We could go for a walk or something." Peter spoke, looking at me timidly.

"Sure, I'd love that." I nodded, making him smile. Suddenly, my eyes widened as a droplet of water landed on Peter's face, making him flinch and look up at the sky.

"What the-." He mumbled. My eyes widened further as suddenly, the heavens opened up, making thousands of raindrops start to fall on us. I couldn't help but smile as the water soaked Peter's hair, the droplets landing in his hazel locks and making him look beautiful. Not like I would ever tell him that.

"Y/N, run!" Peter laughed, taking my hand and starting to pull me along the sidewalk. I returned the laugh and let him pull me along as we sprinted along the streets of Queens, getting wetter by the second as the rain continued to pour down.

"Where are we going?" I yelled.

"My apartment!" he shouted back, making me smile as we continued to run. We got to Peter's apartment building and I couldn't help but laugh as Peter turned to me and took my waist, pushing me in front of him and into the dry lobby. We both laughed as Peter pulled me up the stairs and to his apartment door before unlocking it and letting us in.

"Oh my god." I chuckled as I looked at Peter. He repeated my actions and looked down at his soaked sweater and jeans that were at least a few shades darker due to the amount of water in them. His wet curls flopped over his face as he looked down at himself, making me smile as I liked his hair like that.

"Yeah, well, you're quite wet yourself. I think that we should both get into a dry set of clothes." He chuckled as he started to pull his sweater from his body. I gulped as his t-shirt rose a bit with his sweater, giving me a glimpse of his six pack before he pulled it back down again.

"Um, Peter, I don't have any dry clothes." I chuckled nervously. He looked at me, his eyebrows furrowed as he thought.

"Erm...I'm sure my aunt May has a spare set of pyjamas or something that you could borrow, let me check." He nodded as he headed into his room and grabbed his pyjamas before casually throwing the clothes onto the sofa and heading towards another room. I returned it and gave him a small smile as he disappeared into what I assumed was his aunt's room. I sighed and looked around the living room, smiling to myself as I'd now been here so many times that it was becoming like a second home.

"Sorry, this is all I could find." I turned around and smiled as Peter came out of his aunt's room, holding what looked to be a lilac t-shirt and a pair of turquoise shorts.

"Thanks, anything to get out of these wet clothes." I chuckled, pulling my wet hoodie off and leaving me in my t-shirt. Peter's eyes suddenly went to my chest and his eyes widened. I looked down and my eyes widened too. Damn. I wish I had remembered that I was wearing a white t-shirt.

"Oh, my god, I am so sorry, Peter." I winced as I grabbed my hoodie and held it in front of me. But it was too late. He had already seen my red lace bra.

"N-no, it's okay, I-erm, I shouldn't have been looking." He gulped, his face redder than my bra as I took the clothes from his hands.

"Um, you can get changed in my room, if you want. May won't get home for a while, so I'll change out here." He nodded. I returned it and gave him a small smile as I headed into his room and pushed the door to slightly, but still leaving it open a bit.

Peter's P.O.V

"Sorry, this is all I could find." Peter spoke as he came out of his aunt's room, holding one of May's t-shirts and a pair of turquoise shorts.

"Thanks, anything to get out of these wet clothes." Y/N chuckled, pulling her wet hoodie off and leaving her in her t-shirt. Peter's gaze drifted down and his eyes widened. He gulped harshly, as Y/N's white t-shirt being soaked through meant that he could see her bra through it. Her red lace bra. She looked down and her eyes widened too.

"Oh, my god, I am so sorry, Peter." Y/N sighed as she grabbed her hoodie and held it in front of her.

"N-no, it's okay, I-erm, I shouldn't have been looking." He gulped, his face redder than Y/N's bra as she took the clothes from his hands.

"Um, you can get changed in my room, if you want. May won't get home for a while, so I'll change out here." He nodded. She returned it and gave him a small smile as she headed into his room and pushed the door to slightly, but still left it open a bit. Peter sighed, gulping again as he peeled his t-shirt off of his body before yanking his jeans down his legs, though a lot slower than usual due to the fabric being so wet. He pulled on his fresh t-shirt before pulling on his flannel sweater pants. His gaze drifted to his door, but his eyes widened as he could slightly see Y/N through the gap in the open door. His throat dried as she moved around, giving him a full view of her bra as she moved.

"God, Peter, what's wrong with you, stop staring." He mumbled to himself as he looked away.

"What was that?" he looked up and his eyes widened as she came out of his room. He couldn't help but stare as she looked amazing in May's old pyjamas. The t-shirt was a little too short, meaning that her belly-button was showing as the shorts rested on her hips. Only Y/N could look as hot as she did in a pair of decade-old pyjamas.

"Wow." He whispered.

Y/N's P.O.V

I pulled the clothes that Peter had given me on and looked in the mirror that sat against his door. I nodded to myself as the t-shirt fit me nicely, though being a little short so that my belly-button showed slightly whilst the shorts hugged me perfectly. I opened the door to hear Peter mumbling something to himself.

"What was that?" I asked, making him look up. His eyes widened and he skimmed his eyes up and down my body, making me blush and smile under his gaze.

"Wow." He whispered. My smile widened.

"Like what you see, Parker?" I teased, making his cheeks blush harshly.

"Um, no-I m-mean, yes, I mean-um...do you want a hot drink?" he stuttered.

"Yeah, that'd be lovely, thanks." I chuckled, trying to ease the awkwardness. He gave me a small smile and nodded, heading to the kitchen as I sat down on the sofa and crossed my legs under me. I looked over the edge of the sofa, contently watching Peter as he made the hot drinks. I bit my lip, watching the way his head was bowed as he looked at the mugs, and the way his shoulder blades flexed at the small action of him making the drinks. I shook my head and looked back down.

"I'm so whipped." I whispered quietly, finally admitting to myself the one thing that I hadn't wanted to. And that was that I was way past just having a crush on Peter. I was in love with him. I looked up and smiled as Peter walked to the sofa, the two mugs in his hands.

"Despite you being here for half a year already, I still don't know how you like your coffee, and I still don't know if you like tea, but I know that you like hot cocoa, so I played it safe and made two of them." He chuckled, handing one out to me.

"You did good, Peter." I smiled. He smirked in return as I took the mug and he sat down next to me, facing me on the sofa. I took a sip of the drink and sighed in bliss as the hot liquid flowed down my throat.

"Ooh, damn, you make a good hot cocoa." I commented.

"Why thank you." He smiled before looking at me.

"What?" I chuckled. He shook his head.

"I just, I've been meaning to ask you something for a while, but...I don't know how well you'll take it." He admitted, smiling sheepishly. My eyebrows furrowed and I put my mug down.

"Hard to tell so far. But there's only one way to find out. Ask away." I nodded. He gulped and looked at me.

"What happened to your mom?" he asked. My smile dipped slowly and I looked down.

"I-I'm sorry, never mind, forget I asked-."

"No, it's, erm, it's okay, it was just a hard situation." I nodded. He returned it.

"Don't tell me if you don't want to." He reassured, leaning forward and putting his hand over mine. I looked at him and gave him a small smile, making him blush as I put my hand over his.

"It's okay." I nodded before looking at him.

"So, erm, my mom was a scientist. She worked for UCL, trying to find cures for things like Ebola, smallpox, AIDS, that type of thing. Really serious viruses." I spoke. Peter nodded, intently listening to what I was saying.

"When I was six, there was an outbreak of Ebola. It had been weaponised by a group of bio-terrorists, and my mom was on the team to try and find a cure. It's so stupid, one day, she was leaving the lab, and her suit caught on something and ripped. She got ill with the weaponised Ebola, and died." I nodded, looking down as a tear left my eye. Peter looked at me, his own eyes glazing over as he looked at me, heartbroken.

"Y/N, I...I don't even know what to say, I'm so sorry." He mumbled quietly. I shrugged and looked at him.

"It's okay. I was too young to understand what had happened, so all I knew was that mom wasn't coming home. Obviously, when I got old enough, dad explained it to me. But it's okay. It's been just me and my dad ever since, but we're inseparable now, so I guess it worked out." I nodded before looking down again.

"Hey, look at me." He spoke gently. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I felt his finger gently hook under my chin and lift so that I looked at him.

"You don't have to be strong around me, you know. I know that you like to give the impression that nothing gets to you, but you can be yourself when you're with me. You know that, don't you?" he scoffed slightly. I nodded and bit my lip as a tear left my eye.

"I know, Peter. I know." I whispered. He gave me a small smile before leaning forward and hugging me tightly. I returned it, holding onto him for dear life and burying my face in his neck as he held me. I had to admit, Peter's arms were starting to feel like home. He pulled away slightly, prompting me to do the same but we both stopped as we realised how close we were. I gulped, as did he as we were close enough to feel each other's breath on our faces. Peter looked down at my lips, his cheeks flushing red as he did so before returning his gaze to my eyes. I gulped, but couldn't help but feel slightly excited as he started to lean in.

"Peter, I'm home!" we pulled apart quickly, returning to our original spots of half a sofa cushion away from each other as the front door opened and May walked in.

"I got takeout since I didn't want to cook-oh, Y/N, how nice to see you." She smiled as she saw me.

"And you, May." I returned as Peter and I stood up. May's eyebrows furrowed as she looked at my body.

"Um, Y/N, as adorable as you look, why are you in my old pyjamas?" she chuckled. My eyes widened and I felt my face heat up as I turned to Peter to answer.

"Erm, sorry, May, we got caught in the rain, and Y/N didn't have any dry clothes to wear, so I gave her some of yours to borrow." He nodded.

"Oh, okay. You joining us for dinner, honey?" May asked as she walked into the kitchen and put the plastic bag onto the counter.

"Thanks for the offer, but I better call my uncle to come get me, I was meant to be home an hour ago." I winced.

"Of course, you better get home, I would hate to have your dad knocking on our door, asking if we'd kidnapped his lovely daughter." She chuckled. I nodded and returned it as I grabbed my bag, sighing as I only just noticed the two mugs of liquid that had gone virtually untouched.

"Sorry about the hot cocoa, Peter." I chuckled.

"Don't worry about it." He smiled. I returned it before looking down.

"Thanks for letting me borrow your pyjamas, May. I'll get them washed and back to you ASAP." I promised.

"Keep them if you want. I haven't worn them in five years, they're better use to you." She smiled. I returned it before heading to the front door and opening it, Peter following behind me with his hands in his sweater pant pockets.

"Thanks for everything, Peter. The clothes, the nice talk, the undrunk hot cocoa." I joked, making him laugh and nod as he leant against the doorframe.

"Any time. You know that I'm always here for you." He stated, looking into my eyes.

"I know, Peter, I know." I nodded, giving him a small smile and his arm a small squeeze before starting to head down the hallway. Peter gave me one last smile, making me bite my lip as I disappeared down the stairs and out of sight.

"Thanks for the ride, Happy." I sighed, knowing that I was about to face a shitstorm in the form of my father.

"You're right. He's pissed." Happy nodded, looking at me through the rear mirror as he practically read my mind.

"Wish me luck." I gulped as I grabbed my bag and opened the door.

"You're going to need it." He stated. I sighed and rolled my eyes as I got out of the car and shut the door before walking up the steps. I slowly opened the door, trying to be quiet as I slipped in and shut it again. I took a deep breath, hoping that I'd gotten away with it.

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN, YOUNG LADY?!" I sighed and closed my eyes. I turned around and gulped as dad stood there, looking furious.

"School ended five hours ago, your curfew is eight, it's half-nine, yet not a single phone call, not a single text, you could have been dead in a ditch for all I knew-." He stopped talking as he looked at what I was wearing. He crossed his arms over his chest.

"What the hell are you wearing?" he scoffed. I looked down at my scarce attire of May's t-shirt and shorts.

"Um, I was hanging out with Peter after school, but we got caught in the rain, and I didn't have any dry clothes to change into, so he gave me some of his aunt's old pyjamas." I explained.

"Of course Peter was at the centre of this." He mumbled, rubbing his hands over his face. My eyebrows furrowed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I scoffed.

"You know exactly what it means. You know, Y/N, I try to be a good, relaxed dad, I try to give you space. But so help me god, I will start cracking down on you and start acting like your dad instead of your friend if you keep abusing my trust like this. Do you understand me?" he asked.

"Dad, that's not fair-."

"Do you understand me?" he cut me off harshly. I sighed and looked down as I nodded.

"Go to your room, I don't have the energy to deal with this right now." Dad muttered. I sighed again and rolled my eyes before walking up the stairs and straight into my bedroom before slamming the door.

"FRIDAY, lock the door." I demanded before flopping down onto my bed. I huffed out, staring at the ceiling as I tried to calm down. I sat up and looked down, sighing as I realised that I was still in May's pyjamas. My eyebrows furrowed. I gently took the fabric in between my fingers and raised it to my nose before taking a deep breath. Weirdly, the pyjamas smelt like Peter. Well, I guess they did live in the same apartment. I lay back against my pillows and inhaled the scent again, feeling calmed by it. I lay back against my pillows and let my eyes flutter shut, drifting to sleep with Peter's heavenly scent filling my nose.