Imagine being Peter’s childhood friend, and after moving to London, you come back to NY
“Alright, class, we have a new student.” the teacher says as you walk in. “This is Miss Y/N Y/L/N, and she’s joining us from London, England.”
The room of teenagers stares blankly back at you. All except for one. In the back of the room, you see someone lift their head, and look at you. “Peter.” you whisper.
“What was that?” the teacher asks.
“Oh, nothing.” you reply, flashing them a smile. “I think I’ll go sit down now, so you can continue with your class.” She nods, and you walk to the back, taking the empty seat next to the boy, who stares at you the entire time. “Hey.”
He remains silent, and you look over at him, eyebrwos raised. “Oh, you’re talking to me?” he whispers back.
“Who else would I be talking to, Peter?” you ask. “You’re the only one I know.”
“I didn’t think you remembered me.” He sits up a little straighter, smiling at you. “So how are you?”
“I’m great.” you reply. “It’s really so nice to be back home. I just-”
“Miss Y/L/N. Mr Parker.” the teacher interrupts. "Is there an issue?”
“No, I was just asking him what page we were on.” you reply sweetly. She nods curtly at you, and you shoot a look at Pater, causing him to chuckle.
“Looks like you haven’t changed at all.”