Then Again P19, Peter Parker x Reader
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Without further ado (also, my apologies for typos, I’ve been in a rush oops),
Then Again, Part 19
Now that things with Peter are on the mend, my brain can swing back around to MJ and Ned. What were they playing at yesterday? What were all the messages about?
I hear Peter turning the shower on as I open the door to slip out. My senses are shocked awake. I shiver, surprised by the cold of carpet under my feet.
Coffee. The hallway smells like morning and breakfast: dewy grass clippings, some distant earthy trees, and a hint of (thankfully bearable now) chlorine. All of that piggybacks the faint whispers of packaged blueberry muffins, orange juice, and coffee. The trademark scent of hotels everywhere.
I close my eyes as the door shuts behind me. I take a second to breathe it in, leaning my back against the door.
I love hotels. There’s something about them that can keep me calm, even in the final hours before our competition. I think it’s the stillness of hotel air, the lack of immediate time.
I open my eyes and turn to knock on MJ’s door.
But someone’s already there, staring at me, posed as if he were about to knock on that door too.
Eugene “Flash” Ass-Hat-Rich-Boy-Bitch-Boy. His hair is generously gelled and he’s already in uniform. We don’t need to get on the bus for another hour and a half. His expression is a surprised sort of blank with a trace of an almost-frown. He looks the way I feel: totally taken off guard. Why is he here?