I stood at the front doors of the school, calling my dad as I waited for Peter.

"Hey, dad." I spoke as he picked up.

"Hey, kiddo. Everything okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, everything is fine, I just wondered if I could go around to a friend's who offered to help me with homework." I spoke.

"Since when do you need help with homework?" he scoffed.

"Since it was a really hard piece of homework." I returned the scoff.

"Honey, you live with the most intelligent people on earth, we can help you." He chuckled.

"Dad, please." I groaned. There was a pause.

"Who is this friend, anyway?" he asked. I looked down, knowing what he would say once I told him.

"It's Peter." I mumbled.

"What was that, honey?"

"It's Peter, the friend that is helping me with my homework is Peter." I huffed.

"Uh huh. It figures." He spoke. My eyes widened.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean, dad?" I scoffed.

"I'm just saying, sweetie, you're either talking about him or hanging out with him a lot recently." He spoke. I looked down and blushed, not wanting to let on to my dad that he was right.

"Dad, it's not like that." I insisted.

"Whatever, kiddo. Fine, you can go to Peter's, but I want you home no later than five." He demanded.

"Okay, I'll get Happy to pick me up." I nodded to myself.

"Okay, kid. Have fun." I rolled my eyes as I could practically hear the smug smile in his voice.

"Bye, dad." I spoke before hanging up. I looked behind me and smiled as Peter walked out of school and towards me.

"Hey, you ready to go?" he asked.

"Lead the way." I smiled, making him return it as we started to walk.

"May? You home?" Peter called out as he opened his front door. Nothing.

"I guess it's just us." He chuckled nervously as I walked in after him, him shutting the door behind me.

"So, how come you live with your aunt?" I asked, looking at Peter as he put his backpack on one of the kitchen chairs.

"Well, my parents died when I was four, so my aunt and uncle took me in. I've been living with my aunt ever since." He shrugged. My eyes widened.

"Peter, I'm so sorry." I gulped. He looked at me.

"Hey, don't worry. Everyone asks." He chuckled, getting his stuff out of his backpack and putting it onto the table.

"Can I ask why it's just you and your aunt now, instead of your uncle too?" I gulped. He looked at me again.

"Same fate, different way." He stated simply.

"I'm going to stop talking now." I nodded.

"Honestly, Y/N, don't worry about it. Everyone is curious, and I don't mind talking about it." He reassured, giving me a kind look. I returned it as we sat down at his kitchen table.

"So, math homework." He smiled, making me laugh and nod as I got the homework sheet out.

"This is the bit I don't understand, if sine is two point nine, then, surely cos is going to be fourteen point three." I scoffed.

"Hang on, I can't really see it." He mumbled before moving his chair around the table so that he was closer to me. I looked at him and gulped slightly as he was now so close that I could practically feel the heat radiating off of his body, the fabric of his sweater brushing my bare arm as he moved. He looked at me.

"S-sorry, is this okay?" he gulped. I looked at him and nodded.

"I-it's fine, Peter." I spoke. He gave me a small smile and put his arm on the back of my chair as he looked at the sheet.

"Okay, so...oh, okay, I see what's wrong. You're right, sine is two point nine, but because cos isn't x, it's fifteen point eight and not fourteen point three." He nodded. I looked at it before rolling my eyes.

"Oh, I'm such an idiot, it's so obvious now." I groaned.

"Hey, hey, don't put yourself down like that, you're a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for." He chuckled before his eyes widened slightly. He looked down as he realised what he had said.

"You really think that, Peter?" I asked.

"Of course, I do." He nodded, gently looking at me. I couldn't help but smile at his words. Suddenly, the door opened and a woman walked in.

"Peter? Are you home-oh." She stopped as she saw me. Peter moved his arm from my chair and moved back slightly.

"Y/N, this is my aunt May, May, this is my...friend, Y/N." he nodded, making me look at him for the hesitation as I stood up.

"It's lovely to meet you, May, Peter always talks about you." I smiled as I shook her hand.

"Peter has said quite a lot about you too." She admitted, looking past me and at her nephew. I turned around and looked at Peter to see his eyes wide.

"May?!" he exclaimed.

"Sorry, honey, sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you. You guys hungry?" she asked as she put her bag down and headed into the kitchen.

"I am a little, yeah." I chuckled.

"Actually, May, I thought I'd introduce Y/N to Delmar's." Peter nodded. May's eyes widened as she looked at me.

"You've never been to Delmar's?" she scoffed.

"I'm not from Queens." I chuckled. She looked at Peter.

"You're taking her to Delmar's." she nodded, making me smile.

"Come on then, let's go." Peter smiled, holding out his arm as he grabbed his hoodie and his backpack. I giggled as I took a hold of his arm and also grabbed my stuff.

"See you later, May!" Peter called as he opened the door.

"Have fun." She returned as we left the apartment.

Peter and I walked along the street, Peter leading the way to this "Delmar's".

"So, what's so special about Delmar's?" I chuckled.

"Let me buy you a sandwich, and then ask me that question." He smiled as we walked in.

"Sup, Mr Delmar." Peter smiled at the man behind the counter.

"Holla, Peter. ¿Cómo estás? (How are you?)" the man asked.

"Estoy bien, gracias. Y/N aquí nunca ha tenido uno de sus sándwiches, así que pensé en comprarle uno. (I am fine, thank you. Y/N here has never had one of your sandwiches, so I thought I'd buy her one)." Peter chuckled, looking at me.

"You know that I don't speak Spanish, right?" I asked.

"¿Es tu novia? (She your girlfriend?)" the man asked. Peter's eyes widened and he rapidly shook his head.

"No, no, sólo somos amigos. (No, no, we're just friends.)" Peter chuckled nervously.

"De acuerdo claro, chico. (Alright, kid.)" The man smiled before looking at me.

"Nice to meet you, senorita. I hope you're keeping our Peter in line." He spoke.

"I can try." I chuckled, making the man laugh and Peter blush.

"Can we please have my order, times two." Peter nodded.

"What's your order?" I asked.

"A surprise. I promise that you'll like it." He reassured.

"Hmm, okay. I trust you." I admitted.

"Good." He chuckled as Mr Delmar put two wrapped sandwiches on top of the class counter.

"Four bucks, kid." He nodded.

"Keep the change." Peter spoke as he handed Mr Delmar a five-dollar bill.

"Enjoy, lovebirds." He chuckled. My eyes widened, as did Peter's as he turned bright red.

"Mr Delmar?!" he exclaimed, making both of us chuckle.

"Come on." I smiled, taking Peter's hand and pulling him out of the shop and to one of the tables outside.

"So, what's in this mystery sandwich, then?" I chuckled as we sat down at a table.

"Cheese and crushed pickles." Peter smiled. I stopped unwrapping the sandwich and looked at him.

"Sorry...crushed pickles?" I scoffed.

"I know that it sounds kind of gross, but it's actually really good, I promise." He chuckled as he unwrapped his sandwich.

"You better be right, Parker." I warned, making him smirk as I took a bite. My eyes widened at the taste, which Peter noticed.

"Good, right?" he smiled. I nodded slowly, looking at the sandwich.

"Very good. You've proved me wrong, Peter Parker." I admitted, making him laugh and nod. I looked down at my phone and my eyes widened slightly.

"Crap, sorry, Peter, I said I'd be home for five, I need to go." I sighed, wrapping my sandwich back up.

"That's okay. Can I walk you home?" he asked as I stood up, him following suit.

"It's okay, Pete, my uncle will be here in a moment-." I stopped talking as Happy's car pulled up down the street.

"As if on cue." I chuckled, making Peter smile and look at the car.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow at school, then." He nodded. I returned it.

"Thanks for the sandwich, Pete." I spoke.

"Anything for you." He shrugged. I looked down, hoping that Peter wouldn't notice the pink dusting on my cheeks as I passed him, giving him one last smile as I walked to the car.