Peter: Date with Liz is in an hour! I need you!

I bit my lip as my eyes kept darting over the words in the text. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach at the idea of Peter needing me so badly, it was the first half of the text that was the issue. I sighed and stood from my bed, knowing that I'd be a really crappy best friend if I didn't help Peter get ready for his date. I grabbed my keys and headed out of my apartment, Peter's door already in sight from across the hallway. When Peter had first started talking about his crush on Liz, it had broken my heart. I had had a massive crush on Peter for as long as I could remember, and small moments throughout our friendship had always led me to believe that I had a chance, like the way his arm would curl around my waist in his sleep when we slept over at each other's apartments, or how he would blush when our hands accidentally touched, or even how he didn't mind being shirtless around me. Come to think of it, they were all probably just signs of how deeply I was in the friend-zone. Completely. Fucking. Stuck. Then, he had asked Liz out, she had said yes, and any hope that I had ever held about being with the perfect boy had completely disappeared, leaving my heart aching. I sighed, coming out of my thoughts as I walked to Peter's door and knocked on it. It opened immediately, revealing Peter in one of his science pun t-shirts and his flannel sweater pants.

"Finally." He sighed, taking my hand and pulling me into his apartment.

"What took you so long? I sent that text, like, twenty minutes ago." He scoffed, looking at me.

"I...was doing homework, I only just saw the text." I shrugged. Obviously, that wasn't the truth. What had actually happened was that I had seen the text as soon as my phone had buzzed, but had spent the last twenty minutes deciding whether or not to help the boy that I loved get ready for a date with another girl. Obviously, I had decided to, it wasn't Peter's fault that he was hurting me.

"Okay, well, all that matters is that you're here now, I have no fucking clue what to wear and it's seriously freaking me out." He puffed, rushing through to his bedroom. I sighed and followed him through, my eyes widening slightly as all of his shirts were on his bed, along with his Spiderman suit.

"Woah, you weren't kidding when you said you were freaking out." I scoffed.

"No, I wasn't, and May isn't in, so I need your help. What do I wear?" he gulped, crossing his arms over his chest and biting his nail as he looked at the shirts.

"How about you surprise her with the Spiderman suit?" I joked, looking up at him.

"Ha, ha, very funny." He mumbled, rolling his eyes at me, but the smile that curled onto his lips told me that he wasn't actually annoyed at the comment.

"Well, if it was me that you were going out with..." I mumbled, being careful with my words as Peter looked at me. I stepped forward and grabbed my favourite flannel shirt on him.

"I would think that you look good in this one." I nodded, holding it up to his body and trying to ignore his gaze on me.

"You would think I look good in it, or you do think I look good in it?" he smirked, biting his lip. I chuckled and shook my head, trying not to blush as I pulled the shirt away from him.

"Don't get cocky, Parker. You happy with my choice?" I asked. He looked at the shirt.

"Yeah." He nodded before taking it off of the hanger. I sat on his bed, my eyes widening slightly as he pulled his sweater pants and t-shirt off, leaving him in only his boxers before starting to yank jeans on. It wasn't as if I hadn't seen Peter virtually naked before, but his perfect body, an added bonus of becoming Spiderman, got me every time.

"Okay..." Peter mumbled as he pulled the shirt on and buttoned it up before looking at me and outstretching his arms.

"How do I look?" he smiled. I couldn't help but return it as I stood up, the couple of inches height difference between us meaning I had to look up at him.

"You look great, Pete." I nodded. His smile widened and he kissed my head, making the butterflies return to my stomach as he grabbed his hair gel and brush.

"Wait." I spoke, making him look at me.

"Yeah?" He asked. I looked up at him before raising my hands to his hair and ruffling it.

"Y/N, what the hell?!" he laughed, taking my hands away.

"If it was me, I'd like your hair a little messy. I like your messy hair." I admitted. Peter chuckled and shook his head at me before pursing his lips together.

"Okay. Thanks for the help. You are free to go." He smiled, stretching his arm out to the door.

"Have fun with Liz." I forced a smile, the words tasting bitter in my mouth as I said them. I left his room, Peter staying there and continuing to get ready as I opened his apartment door. I bit back tears as I looked at him, him completely oblivious to my stare. A tear left my eye as I walked out, realising that he truly didn't love me like that, and that it was probably time to move on.

I lay on my sofa, wrapped in my blanket as I watched some late-night crappy TV. My parents worked nights, meaning that I often stayed up until ridiculous hours, watching TV. Suddenly, there was a knock on my door. My eyebrows furrowed and I sat up, looking at my phone to see that it was only eleven fifteen p.m. My parents weren't meant to be back for another few hours. I stood up and hesitantly walked to the door before opening it. My eyes widened slightly as Peter stood on my doorstep, his hands shoved in his jacket pockets.

"Hey." He gave me a small smile. I gulped, not entirely sure what to say. Part of me was hoping that he was here because the date with Liz hadn't gone well, and the other part of me was saying that I was a really shitty best friend for wanting that to be the case.

"Peter, what...I thought that the movie didn't end for another hour." I gulped. He shrugged.

"I left early. Can I come in? I need to talk to you." He nodded. My eyes widened slightly at his confession of leaving the date early, but I stepped aside anyway. He gave me a small smile as he walked in, me shutting the door as he immediately sat down on the sofa and shrugged his jacket off. Peter and I had been best friends for long enough to both make ourselves completely at home every time we entered each other's apartments.

"Whatcha watching?" he asked, grabbing a piece of popcorn and popping it into his mouth.

"Um...I don't really know, I just put it on to pass the time." I admitted as I sat next to him and looked at him. He sighed and looked down.

"So, the thing I need to talk to you about." He chuckled, nervously looking at me.

"Yeah, so far, I can't tell if it's good or bad." I admitted. Peter nodded before turning to fully face me. He looked down.

"So, um, I was watching the movie with Liz, and it was fine, don't get me wrong, but...I don't know, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong." He spoke, looking at me.

"Oh, the benefits of having Spidey senses, huh." I joked, making him laugh and nod.

"The thing is, Y/N, I didn't need my Spidey senses to know what was wrong. I knew immediately." He nodded, gently taking my hands in his. My eyes widened slightly and I looked at him to see his gaze already on me.

"I, um, I figured out what was wrong. I figured out that the date was off, because it wasn't with you." He admitted, staring into my eyes with his soft hazel ones. I gulped, hardly believing that this was happening.

"I kept looking at Liz, and kept longing for her to somehow change into you. I kept waiting for her to bite her lip at a funny part in an attempt to hold in her laughter, or to bury her face in my arm when it was a scary part because she didn't want to see it, I kept waiting for her to look over at me to make sure that I was enjoying the movie too. But she never did any of those things, because they're the things you do. And they're just some of the things that made me fall in love with you." He admitted, his thumbs gently moving against the backs of my hands. My heart raced at his words, tears of happiness pricking my eyes.

"Peter." I smiled. He returned it, biting his lip as my reaction told him that I felt the same.

"As soon as I realised that I was there with the wrong person, someone that wasn't you, I knew I had to leave. It's going to suck seeing Liz on Monday, because I did basically stand her up, but I told her why, and she understood. She knew that I'm in love with you, but she also knew that I hadn't fully realised that yet." He nodded. I bit my lip as he gently cupped my face with his hands.

"I am so sorry, Y/N. I know that you feel the same way, so I can't imagine the pain that I've put you through, not realising. I am so, sorry." He gulped, looking desperately into my eyes. I shook my head and put my hands over his.

"Peter, you had no way of knowing. It's okay. You're here now, that's all that matters." I reassured. He gave me another small smile before doing what I had wanted him to do for years now. He leant in and gently pressed our lips together, me immediately smiling into the kiss as we held each other. The kiss was hungry, almost ravenous, and it was easy to tell that we had both been waiting a long time to do it as Peter's hands moved to my waist and pulled me into his body, almost pulling me on top of him as he leant back slightly on the sofa. He deepened the kiss slightly, making me smile as he ran his tongue over my bottom lip. I broke the kiss, needing to take a breath but Peter leant forward and kept our lips together, making me laugh and him smile.

"I need to...breathe." I whispered, gently pushing on his chest as we broke the kiss.

"Sorry, sweetheart." He chuckled before just looking at me gently. I bit my lip, butterflies in my stomach at the way that he was looking at me as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear before just cupping my cheek.

"What are you doing, weirdo?" I smiled. He returned it and gently rubbed his thumb across my skin.

"Just admiring you. You're beautiful." He shrugged. I couldn't help but smile. This was everything that I had wanted for so long and it was finally happening. And something about the way Peter was holding me, my body practically lying on top of him, as if he was afraid to let me go, told me that this is also what he had waited for.

"Can I stay for a bit, angel? I just want to be with you right now." He admitted quietly.

"I was going to ask you the same thing." I whispered, leaning down and gently rubbing our noses together, making Peter smile at the eskimo kiss before leaning up and joining our lips again in a real kiss. I returned it, cupping his cheek to bring him closer. He broke the kiss and bit his lip before lying down on the sofa and pulling me down with him, my head and hand against his chest and our legs intertwined as we watched the movie. Soon enough, I felt my eyelids grow heavy, Peter's fingers moving through my hair sending me to sleep in the arms of my new boyfriend. And I wouldn't have it any other way.