Prompt: You want to ask Peter out to homecoming but what if he asks someone else?
“You know this is the 4th time this week you’ve been staying late.” Mr. Delmar states, “What for?”
I blush slightly at the thought of Peter saying yes, “Homecoming.”
“You’re asking that boy, Peter, yea?”
The cat meows and starts rubbing against my arms, he’s hungry. I bet being a cat is way better than being human. Cats can eat whatever they want and don’t have to care about the consequences, plus they are lazy. I shrug, “Maybe?”
“Well, don’t let me stand in your way. Take all the overtime you need, your secret is safe with me.” Mr. Delmar pats me on the back and starts to pack up. I guess that’s my que to get going. It’s already 11:00pm. Yawning I follow Mr. Delmar out locking up, “Night kid.”
Soon enough I get home about to face plant into my bed when I hear light tapping on my window. A man crouches, leaning against it. I cautiously open it to reveal the one and only Spider-Man, “Oh, shit.”
“A little help here?”
”Oh, sorry.“ I help him from the window on to my bed. Bruises and blood cover his body, "What the hell happened?”
“Someone had a knife.”
That’s all he told me as I started to patch him up. Why? Why am I helping this guy? I don’t even know him. I know about what I read in the papers but that’s it. I stare at him, something seems oddly familiar but shake my head and get back to work.
A mad blush crawls across my face until I shake it off, “And you’re hurt. We are both very observant people. Why’d you come here?”
“Your parents home?”
I scoff. “Maybe. Besides the point, why’d you stop here? Figure that you get lucky on the first try?”
“W-well, I went to other apartments, t-they didn’t have their lights on.”
Strapping the last of the bandages around his torso and I nod at my work, “Should take some pain med.’s and rest.” I smile to who ever it was behind the mask. I guess helping Spider-Man wasn’t so bad after all.
Today’s the day I thought to myself, today’s the day I get to finally ask Peter to Homecoming. Homecoming should be a blast right? I mean, admitting my feelings to him will be a leap but it shouldn’t be that bad, right? Ugh. Straightening my hair I take a look at the clock, 6:53, gotta blast.
At the end of the day, opening my locker with a sigh I realize that everything is in place. I worked over time at the sandwich shop which got me a lot of extra cash, just enough to get a poster and food to ask him to homecoming.
“Are you excited?” Ned asks leaning up against the locker next to mine.
“More like terrified, what if he doesn’t feel the same?” Bitting my nails taking a quick look down the hall, he should be here any minute.
“He does.” Ned reassures. I reach for the poster smiling but I get stopped in my tracks.
“Oh my god! Yes, of course I’ll go with you, Peter!” A girl down the hall shouts. My heart plummets into my stomach making me freeze. All butterflies in my stomach have disappeared and a horrible drop dead feeling fills it. He smiles awkwardly and hugs her. I bite my lip, I knew it would be to good to be true. I was living in a fairy tale and now it’s turning grey.
“He does, huh?” I mumble.
“(Y/n)-” Ned tries to explain but I cut him off, “See you Monday.” Throwing my backpack over my shoulder I walk out.
The moment my apartment door closes tears fall down, they don’t stop and I start sobbing. I waited to long, I should have done something. About a half and hour rolls around and I’m still in the same spot. A knock at the door makes me jump. I wipe the tears but it’s still obvious I’ve been crying will my puffy face. I open the door to a smiling Peter, “Hey. Are you alright?”
“U-uh yeah, I-I just failed a test I was studying for is all. What are you doing here? Should you be getting ready for homecoming?”
“Aren’t you?” Peter asks walking into the apartment.
“No, the person I wanted to ask, asked someone else. Now, I don’t plan on going. So, if you don’t mind.” I start pushing Peter back into the hall way, “I have to do homework.”
“But it’s the weekend.” Before Peter could say anymore I shut the door and watched him leave, only he hesitated for a minute. He considered coming back in, but why? Doesn’t matter, maybe needed help in a class or something. I walk into my room and see the dress hanging on the door, a long white faded red dress that cost me a fortune, didn’t matter at the time though because I thought I would dance in it with Peter. I bite my cheek and plop onto my bed, I’ll only close my eyes for a few……
TAP TAP TAP
The window. Groaning, I get up to see Spider-Man leaning against it, “What’s up?”
I let him in, “Sleeping. Are you hurt? I really don’t feel like chatting.”
“I, uh, wanted to see how you were doing.”
“No, your not.”
“Then why’d you ask? Love kills.” I sit down on my bed and stare at the dress, “It was for Homecoming, spent weeks working on it. I was gonna ask someone I love but I’m pretty sure he doesn’t feel the same.”
“Who says that?” Spider man quickly asks. I raise and eyebrow. “I’m just helping out the neighborhood.”
I chuckle at the name, “Peter Parker. Great guy. You should meet him. I’m sure he’ll patch you up. I guess it’s my fault, for waiting to long. Or maybe finding out this way is better because maybe he doesn’t love me-”
“He loves you.” Spidey blurts out, “I mean, he looks like he does.” He points to a picture on the desk with Peter and I together, him kissing my cheek because I won my game, sweaty, smelly, and all. Smiling at the picture I take it in my hands tears swell up, “Yeah, that’s what I thought too.”
“Then you’re right, because I love you (y/n).” Peter states. I turn around slowly to see him standing there, “What?” Soon his lips are on mine, sparks fly, fireworks in the background, everything gets brighter and everything stands still.
Peter pulls apart stuttering, a nervous mess, “I asked the wrong girl. I-I was going to go up to you with the poster but someone g-got pushed in from of me, y-you have to believe me.”
I smile with one of his hands on my waist and another on my cheek, “I do.” My arms wrap around his neck, “I love you, Peter.”
“I love you too, (y/n).”
“Wait, your Spider man?”
“Shut your face and kiss me.”