Come Back to Me (Part Eight)
You were much more aware of your surroundings now than you had been before. You checked every ally while walking, you kept your earbuds in your pocket as you rode the bus, and you hadn’t taken any more late-night trips anywhere.
And whenever you went out, you made sure to call Peter as you walked to your destination and back. He stayed on the phone with you, distracting you to keep you out of your worries but not too much so that you could still stay aware of your surroundings. It comforted you, and it stayed true to his words.
“I’ll protect you.”
You smiled whenever you remembered it, and the look on his face as he said so. And maybe you were getting too caught up in that other world where Peter was in love with you, but you could handle it. It was nice to imagine.
But still, it became harder and harder to pull yourself out of it each day. When you saw Peter in the hallways, walking towards you with a smile, you forced yourself to remember he wouldn’t be wrapping his hand around your waist and kissing you on the cheek. He wouldn’t hold your hand as you walked to your classes together, and he wouldn’t walk you home while holding you close to him to protect you from any hidden villains.
“Hey, (Y/N),” you heard Peter’s voice from next to you. You turned, looking at him with a smile to see him smiling at you back.
You’re not together. You’re not together. You’re not together.
“Hey, Pete. Ready for lunch?” You asked, shutting your locker and beginning to walk. He followed next to you.
“Yeah,” he said, and you noticed him look down at his feet nervously. “So, uh-”
“(Y/N)!” A voice yelled from in front of you guys and you looked from Peter to see Ned frantically walking towards you.
“Hey, Ned,” you said, a confused tilt to your head. “What’s up?”
“I need to talk to you, now,” he said, looking between you and Peter. You looked to your side to see Peter’s eyebrows furrowed. He was biting his lip, and he too was looking between you and Ned.
“Okay,” you said slowly, and now you were looking between the two. “I’ll meet you at the lunch table, Peter. Don’t wait up.”
His head snapped to you, a slightly betrayed expression on his face and you weren’t sure what it was doing there. “Yeah, okay,” he said, before walking past you and Ned quickly. You stared after him as he rushed through the many people in the hallway, not looking back at you or Ned.
“What do you want, Ned,” you looked back at him, slightly annoyed that he interrupted your time with Peter.
“I need to talk to you,” he said, grabbing your arm and dragging you into a nearby supply closet.
“Yeah, you mentioned,” you grumbled as he closed the door with a slam.
“You need to tell Peter you like him,” he said when he turned around, and your jaw dropped.
“You need to,” Ned practically begged, putting his hands on your shoulders and shaking you lightly. “Please.”
“Why do you want me to so badly?” You asked curiously, pushing his arms away from you. You wouldn’t do it even if he gave you a reason, but it didn’t make sense for Ned to be so invested in this.
“I need him to stop talking about you. It’s driving me ins- oh no.”
When your eyes widened after he spoke the words, so did Ned’s as he realized what he had revealed. “He talks about me?” You said, voice high and airy.
He talked about you? What did he say?
Ned stayed silent, and this time it was your turn to grab his shoulders. “Ned, what does he say about me?”
“He, I, uh,” Ned stumbled over his words, and you weren’t sure whether it was because he didn’t want to reveal his friend’s secrets or because of the barely-any space between you two. “I, can’t, really, say?”
You groaned loudly and let your hands fall to rest on your hips as you glared at him. You were about to speak when he began again.
“But if I’m telling you to ask him out, then,” he paused for dramatic effect, moving backwards towards the door. “Do with that information what you will,” he finished and then opened the supply closet door, moving into the hallway.
You stood there by yourself for a few seconds, thinking about his words, about what they could mean. And you knew what they were implying, you knew, but you didn’t want to get stuck in that world again. You might never come out of it if you did.
“Wait, Ned,” you said, following him out into the hallway. You grabbed the bottom of his shirt and tugged at it for him to turn around. “Are you saying Peter likes me?”
And you wouldn’t get your hopes up, you didn’t want to, but when Ned turned around and said, “You know I can’t tell you the answer to that,” you felt them slowly built up on their own.
You turned around and closed the closet door, taking a moment to close your eyes and breathe deeply when Ned couldn’t see your face. You turned back around and said, “Come on, let’s get to lunch.”
He nodded in response and the two of you walked side by side to the cafeteria silently, you being trapped in your own thoughts.
You had dreamt about it for what seemed like so long, for Peter to want you back, and you had been stuck in that imaginary world where he did so often recently, but now. Now that world could actually be the one you were living in.
Maybe you would ask him out, you thought. You hoped you would soon gain the guts to do so.
As you felt yourself grow excited to see Peter in just a few minutes at lunch, you were unaware of his presence a few yards behind you and Ned, watching you guys exit the closet together and walk down the hall together with angry eyes.
I’ve had such a block on this part because I know where I want to go with this story but this part got me stuck. But I hope you guys like it!! Let me know what you think. Only two parts left after this one, guys! Requests are open :)