I’ve Always Been Here [Peter Parker x Reader]
Summary: In which Peter ditches his best friend, [Y/N] for Liz Allan and popularity.
Warnings: A swear or two
Word Count: 752
A/N: For the purpose of the storyline there is some Liza bashing in this fic. BUT I this in no way represents my feelings towards the character, as I love her. Enjoy!!
Ever since you were tiny, you and Peter Parker had been the closest of friends. Your days used to consist of you and him running around the playground, pretending to fly like Iron Man. Then you would sit on the swings and talk for hours about anything and everything. That was how it was from preschool until middle school. High School changed everything. Bonnie and Clyde were no more. Peter became distant, talked to you less and less everyday. But he was your only friend, you were dependent on him, so when he left, you were alone. You had tried to branch out, find new friends, but your reputation as the “awkward girl with social anxiety” didn’t get you anywhere.
So there you were, walking into the cafeteria, book in hand, prepared to spend another dull lunch period by yourself, reading. You sat at a table in the corner, and opened up your book, but something in the corner of your eye caught your attention. You turned your head cautiously, to find Peter and Liz Allan eating each others faces off, obviously not caring who watches. You felt an odd pang in your chest. You knew it was jealousy, the jealousy you tried so hard to repress. You see, as Peter became more distant with you, he grew closer to her. Your chest felt like it was going to explode, and you felt a lump grow in your throat. You grabbed your book and ran out of the classroom, oblivious to the one pair of eyes following your movement.
After school, you rushed home, your mood still sour from the day’s previous events. You opened the door and without looking up from the floor, slammed your bag on the ground and rushed to your room. You shut the door and locked it. Your knees gave out as you slid to the floor. You hid your faces in between your legs. You wouldn’t cry, you refused to. It was just a stupid guy, you knew you shouldn’t cry over a guy, yet a single tear fell down your cheek anyway.
“[Y/N]?” a soft voice said. Your head snapped up, and you quickly wiped your tear away. You looked towards your open window where the sound was coming from, and your eyes widened as you saw who was there.
“Peter?” Your ‘best-friend’ climbed into you room and gently shut the window. You couldn’t hide the happiness you felt. He was here. But he hadn’t been here in so long, it felt weird seeing him next to the posters on your wall. A sight once so familiar had become a stranger to you. All you saw was red as you went over to him and started smacking his chest. He took it, allowing you to release everything inside you. You stopped hitting him, and looked him dead in the eye.
“What the hell are you doing here?” You spat.
“I know that you’re angry-”
“Angry?! Oh I’m much more than angry, Parker.”
“You left me!” His shoulders tensed, and he looked at the floor, trying to hide the guilt in his eyes. “But I guess I can’t blame you right? I’m just me.”
“It wasn’t about you.”
“Oh that’s right. It’s all about Liz Allan! How stereotypical of you to ditch me and start slummin’ it with the prettiest, smartest, and most popular girl in school.”
“She was there for me when no one else was!”
Silence. Your eyes welled up with tears as you stared at the stranger in front of you. He even looked different. No more dorky sweaters and science pun t-shirts. Now it was button ups and slick backed hair.
“Bullshit! I was always there for you! You decided to leave, don’t blame me!” You screamed, your voice breaking, and tears sliding down your cheeks freely. Peter shook his head and rubbed his eyes.
“You were never there for me,” he said.
“I was always there,” you whispered. “Why couldn’t you see me? Why can you still not see me? I would go to the moon and back for you, still. Even after all of this shit.”
He didn’t answer.
“Leave,” you said firmly. All the emotion inside you had left. No more anger, no more sadness, it was just a pit of emptiness.
“Fine,” he spat. Then he whipped around and climbed out your window. Your knees gave out and you slid to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. You knew you had lost him forever.