Usually you’d say that it is no secret that you have a crush on one of your best friends, but this time it really was a secret that you shared with no one. Mostly because you didn’t even know if it had ever the chance to developed into something more than the tiny little crush that it was. Maybe you just had to the feeling to have a crush on your best friend, Peter Parker, because he was literally the most kind and understanding person you’ve ever met. There was no other person on this earth that got you like he did.
Or you never wanted to find someone else that might did. Peter was all you’ve ever wanted and needed.
You’ve been friends with him for years, in which you grew so close together that you shared every secret, every fear, every confession—besides the most important one—that your crush was growing into something more. Scared of your own feelings, you sat down in the little park close by where Peter with his Aunt May lived and waited for him. It was freezing cold outside and you forgot to bring a jacket along with you, rubbing the sides of your arms to keep you warm in a way pitiful way.
And then you saw him jogging toward you. “I’m so sorry,“ he apologized as he reached you. “May… she, uhm, she really needed something from the store and I had to get it quickly. Sorry for letting you wait.”
“Sounds like a bad excuse, but I will get you pass with it.“ you chuckled.
Peter was already making the next move before he stopped himself, eyeing you frowning. “You’re shivering,“ he said.
“You observed that very well,“ you joked. “I forgot my jacket at home.“
“Wait,“ he called out, “you can have mine!”
Not even having the chance to deny his offer, he opened up his backpack and pulled out his favorite sweatshirt jacket, holding it up to you. “Here, take it,“ he said, closing his backpack again.
Nervously, you grabbed the jacket, putting your own bag down on the bench you were sitting on as you put it on. The smell reminded you of his flat and him, causing you to smile with burning cheeks. The next moment you glanced up, noticing that Peter had caught you smiling like an idiot. “Thank you,“ you tried to cover it up. “It smells like Aunt May,“
The smile from his lips vanished. “No, it doesn’t. It smells like me and will remind you,“ he defended himself with a wink at the end.
You rolled your eyes, pulling him with you, so you could finally catch the move the two of you wanted to see.
Peter insisted that you would keep his jacket after bringing you home. He didn’t need to, especially because he lived in a complete different neighborhood but he told you that he wanted you to get home safely. It were those sweet, little things that made you fall for him even harder and there was no stopping in sight.
You kept on his jacket until you went the bed, being a weirdo and inhaling the smell of it. You sighed. This wasn’t supposed to go like this. Peter and you should stay friends, it was easier that way but god knows that life wasn’t made like that. Of course, you had to fall for him.
On the next day, Peter wasn’t going on the phone, later at the evening messaging you that he had a crazy day and that you didn’t need to wash or worry about the jacket.
On Monday, you put the jacket in your bag, thinking that he might want it back because it was his favorite one and miss it. You walked up to his locker. “Hey Peter,“ you greeted him.
“Hey,“ he smiled brightly.
“I brought your jacket with me. I thought you might wanted it back by now.“ you explained. “Thank you for borrowing it to me.“
Peter shook his head. “No, I don’t need it back.“ he said, leaving you a little confused. Even if he didn’t need it back, he could take it back or couldn’t he? “To be honest, it…it looks way better on you than it does on me.“
And there he got you again—standing awkwardly in front of him with blushing cheeks and a shy smile on your lips. Peter smiled back to you, which comforted you somehow. “Would you wear it for me?“ he suddenly asked you.
Shyly, he pressed his lips together and nodded. You gulped unnoticeably, still doing him this favor by pulling it out of your bag and changing it with your own jacket. You felt his eyes on you, following every move you did. It was weird, yet the thought of him liking you in his jacket gave you a fuzzing, warm feeling in your stomach.
“Better?“ you asked him confidently.
A grin appeared on his lips. “Yeah, definitely.“
I wrote this within twenty minutes and I kind of like it. It’s very sweet and innocent. I think I might should write more happy imagines before my blog ends up in only angsty imagines! x