I Know Your Secret - One-shot (Peter x Reader)
Requested by: @kittiehale can i have 1 with with peter parker, please, and preferably him saying it… thanks, i love your writing btw💜
Summary: Y/N has known for a while now that her best friend Peter Parker is Spiderman without Peter’s knowledge. One day is seems that Peter is finally going to tell her of the secret she already knows, but confesses something else entirely.
A/N: Oh man this story took me back to when I use to write YA contemporary fiction. I plugged in my old flash drive to read a bit of my old stories from middle school and high school, and a good 90% of it is just cringe worthy. I mean I’m not saying I am an expert writer now, I’m far from that, but it was bad and full of cliches. And if anyone asks nicely enough I am willing to post a link to my old Wattpad where I use to post.
Word count: 1037
I kept my eyes closed and the music in my headphones loud. It was too early to have to deal with people. Had it not been for the dip in the seat next to me I wouldn’t have noticed someone had taken the empty spot next to me.
I opened one eye to see who was sitting next to me. When I saw Peter smiling brightly at me, too brightly for this time of the day, I groaned and slouched back further into the bus seat and closed my eyes tighter.
Peter was close enough for me to feel the small shake of his body as he laughed. One of my ear buds was pulled out and the loud rattle of the students on the bus mixed with the rock that was ACDC.
“You really shouldn’t listen to music that loud,” Peter says as I turn to glare at him.
“And you shouldn’t mess with me this early in the morning,” I glare at him snatching the wire from between his fingers.
“Did you finish the calculus homework,” Peter asks.
I tilt my head and raise an eyebrow.
“Right,” he chuckles. “Stupid question.”
“I think you forget that I am the one with the highest GPA at Midtown in our class, Parker,” I smirk.
“By only a decimal,” he is quick to say.
“And that decimal is enough to put me up top for valedictorian when we graduate,” I grin.
In the seat across the aisle from us, two of our classmates where talking enthusiastically about a video they were watching on their phone. The volume of the bus was too loud to hear the entire conversation, but one word in particular was clear enough for me to hear.