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Libraries and Ice Cream

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Peter sees a girl in the library while he’s studying, he immediately decides that he needs to talk to her.

Warnings: None? Maybe one swear word? It’s honestly kind of cute all the way. Oh and also my bad writing

Note: I’m really worried that Ned and Peter are kind of OOC and like yikes if they are I’m soooo sorry. Also, so sorry that I haven’t been active like at all these past few days, I was completely slammed with homework and volleyball, then I had a tournament yesterday. I’ll try to push out as much as I can today! This isn’t my best work but I hope you guys enjoy it! Leave feedback please! And feel free to request some stuff!

Peter and Ned had arranged to meet in the library. This was fairly normal for them before the Stark internship began, and Peter was hoping to bring back old traditions that had since been lost. Besides, Peter had a Spanish test tomorrow and was going to need help studying. Peter walked into the book-filled room, the smell of tattered pages and wood that had been wearing away filled his lungs. Libraries were a surprisingly relaxing place for Peter, he liked to be able to sit in the quiet and stuff his nose into a book without a care in the world. Today, however, he would be in possession of quite a few reasons to care. Lately, the conjugations kept getting mixed up in his head and ser vs estar was tripping him up. Only studying was going to be able to save him at this point.

Peter spotted Ned across the room, sitting at a table with a laptop in front of him, presumably writing his English paper that was due the next day. Peter slid into the chair next to him, making Ned jump.

“Man you cannot sneak up on me like that! What if I made a typo and forgot to fix it?” Ned asked, feigned panic in his voice. Peter let out a quiet chuckle before pulling out his Spanish textbook.

“I’m sure you would have figured it out, Ned.”

With that, they both returned to the silence of studying, occasionally asking for help on a paragraph or asking which conjugation was correct. Half an hour had passed before they both decided they needed a break. Peter shut his textbook and Ned followed in suit with his laptop. They sat there, discussing the latest news for the new Star Wars movie when something, or rather someone, caught Peter’s eye.

“Wait, hold up, hold up. Ned, who is that?” Peter asked, leaning to his right in order to get a better look at this mystery girl. He studied her every feature from afar. Her y/h/c hair fell perfectly around her face which was currently hunched over some textbook. Her navy blue sweater hung loosely off of her frame, and she had the sleeves pulled over her hands which were holding her head up as her eyes flitted across the pages. Ned turned to get a glance at what Peter was looking at.

“Oh that’s y/n. She’s new. I’m pretty sure I saw her walk into a few of your classes, did you seriously not notice her? She’s like, gorgeous,” Ned said, looking back to glance at her again.

“I was probably distracted or doing my work, I don't know! But I need to talk to her,” Peter decided, breaking eye contact with Ned to look at her again.

“Yeah, ok. Like that’ll ever happen,” Ned mumbled.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Whatever you think it means, man.” Ned began to pack up his things, silently stuffing them into his backpack.

“Hey, hey, hey, where are you going?” Peter asked, putting his arms out to stop Ned from continuing to put stuff away.

“You seem a little preoccupied, I figured we were done,” He answered matter-of-factly. Ned packed the rest of his stuff and began to walk away. Peter called out to him softly before sighing and putting his textbook away, then grabbing his bag and following Ned. He did, however, take one last look back at the mystery girl, whom he could now call y/n.

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The next day, Peter sat in his Spanish class. He had finished the test early, left to sit and stare at the clock to his left. He went through his answers in his mind, cursing himself once in a while when he realized he had misspelled something or forgot an accent. He looked around the room and at the people who still had their heads down, pencils making vigorous scratching noises as they frantically raced against time to finish their tests. He glanced at the clock again, five minutes left. Peter continued scanning the room, until his eyes got caught on magnificent y/e/c ones that stared directly at him. A blush crept up Peter’s neck and he looked away, suddenly taking great interest in the markings on his desk. When Peter looked up again, y/n smiled at him before directing her gaze towards the clock. He admired the shape of her nose, the cut of her jaw as she looked to the side, the way her- the bell ringing cut him off. Peter quickly grabbed his bag and speed walked in order to catch up to y/n.

“H-hey, y/n, right?” Peter stuttered out, y/n turned her head to look at him before smiling.

“Oh? Yeah, yeah. I know Pedro’s your Spanish name, but what’s your real name, Parker?” She flirted, casually flashing a smile at him. Peter could have sworn his heart melted right there. He loved the way his last name rolled off her tongue, could listen to her voice for years on end.

“Parker?” She asked again, laughing softly when he came back to reality.

“O-oh r-right. I’m Peter. What class do you have next?” Peter asked, desperately trying to regain some of his composure.

“I’m actually heading to lunch now, and you?” She reached up to flip her hair to the other side and Peter’s heart fluttered.

“S-same actually. W-why don’t you sit with my friends and I?”

“As great as that’d be, I promised some girl’s that I’d sit with them today. Said they’d help me figure my way around the school. Thank you, though,” She reached up to Peter’s bicep and gave it a light squeeze as a thank you before walking off to talk with the group of girls he had presumed she was sitting with today. As she walked away, Peter finally became aware of his heart rate speeding up and the fact that his entire body was shaking. He exhaled and continued walking to the lunchroom. Determined to tell Ned about what he just did.

Peter stumbled into the lunchroom, his legs still shaky from talking to y/n, and the constant pushing and shoving of his fellow classmates didn’t help his situation. He practically ran over to Ned, his chest bursting with excitement.

“She’s in my Spanish,” Peter rushed out as soon as Ned was within range.

“What? Who?” Ned asked, looking uninterested as he continued to eat his food.

“The new girl! Y/n. Gosh she’s just- she’s so amazing!” Peter gushed, using wild gestures to show his excitement.

“Ok but like, did you even talk to her? Or did you just creepily stare at her from across the room?” Ned deadpanned, still seemingly more focused on his own problems, such as his english paper, rather than what Peter had to say.

“I actually talked to her! And she like, talked back! We had an actual conversation and oh my gosh she was so perfect and amazing,” Peter said, leaning back and putting his hands over his eyes. A smile had taken over all of his face, and Ned sighed at the sight of it. His best friend was entirely gone for this girl. That being said, Ned couldn’t help the grin that covered his face when he saw Peter like that.

“Just don’t ditch this one at homecoming, alright?” Ned joked. This brought Peter out of his state of daydream.

“That was one time!” Peter defended. Ned simply hummed smugly in response.

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It was only a few hours before Peter saw her again, this time it was in his last hour of the day, English. When he saw her, he casually took his spot next to her. He wondered to himself how the hell he didn’t notice this girl next to him yesterday, but simply reduced it down to stress.

“Hey,” Peter whispered, leaning towards the girl slightly.

“Oh! Hey Peter. I didn’t realize we had this class together,” She said, sending a beaming smile his way.

“If I’m honest, I didn’t either. I was sort of preoccupied with the Spanish test that we had today,” Peter responded, quieting down as the teacher walked in. Y/n made a groaning noise, before rolling her eyes.

“That was so hard! I thought they were going to give me some slack for it being my second day here but, apparently not,” She whispered, clear annoyance in her voice. She shook it off though, going back to smiling softly at Peter.

“Ms. Y/l/n! Mr. Parker! Could you two please quiet down? I’m trying to teach a class, in case you haven’t noticed,” Ms. Robertson said, giving the two of them a pleading look. Peter nodded before returning to sitting normally in his desk, facing towards the board and away from y/n. However, that didn’t keep him from stealing a glance at her whenever he got the chance.

It was halfway through class when a small, folded piece of paper landed on Peter’s desk. He opened it to find a phone number neatly scribbled on the inside. On top of the paper, in loopy handwriting was y/n’s name with a heart doodled next to it. Peter looked over to see her expression, only to find that she was hiding her face from him with her right hand, carefully scribbling notes into her notebook. Peter smiled and shook his head to himself before putting the note into his pocket to be used later.

It would be three hours later when she got a text from Peter.

Wanna go out for ice cream later? Maybe study for a bit?

While she wouldn’t ever admit it out loud, the blush that covered her face when she received that text was like wildfire. She had only known Peter for a day, but there was definitely more she wanted to know about him. There was something about him that just made him magnetic, like they were at least meant to know each other. When she had first seen him in Spanish yesterday, brow furrowed as the teacher spoke endless sentences that seemed to muddle together, she couldn’t help but smile.

I’d love that, Peter. What time and where?

Half and Hour? Oddfellows?

Make it an hour and we’ve got a deal

Very well. See you then

Y/n got ready as fast as she possibly could, touching up her makeup and flattening out the dress she was been wearing today. She grabbed her sweater before heading out the door, heart fluttering in her chest and stomach doing flips.

When she reached the ice cream shop, she saw Peter waiting outside, arms crossed and him bouncing up and down. She walked over, shyly smiling at him as she walked closer. Peter’s eyes lit up when he saw her, and he opened the door to allow her to walk in first. Y/n blushed and ducked in, taking in the red and white color scheme that surrounded them. Peter took in the look of wonder that painted her face, smiling at the way her eyes scanned every corner of the room, not wanting to miss a single spot.

“Come on, what do you want?” Peter asked, placing his hand on the small of her back and leading her over to the counter. Y/n pondered over her choices before eventually deciding on strawberry. Peter told her to go find them a seat while he waited for both of their orders. When Peter returned, he placed y/n’s ice cream in front of her, then took his seat across from her.

“You look absolutely beautiful, you know that right?” Peter said, smirking at y/n. She blushed, and smiled down at her ice cream.

“Where’d this sudden burst of confidence come from, Parker? When you first talked to me you could barely speak,” She teased, eating a spoonful of ice cream. Peter laughed before shrugging.

“Blame the ice cream. It has magical effects.” Y/n let out a soft laugh and looked up to see Peter beaming with pride.

The two of you talked about both everything, and nothing while eating your ice cream. When your bowls were emptied and the small shop began to contain more space than people, the two both agreed to leave. He walked her home in the warm April day, smiling as he looked at the trees beginning to bud. When the two arrived at her house, he stood at the doorstep, watching the girl walk in with a smile plastered on his face. She blushed as she looked back at him. The porch lights reflected off of her, casting a golden light everywhere she went.

“You’re glowing, darling,” He said, leaning on the pillar in front of the steps. Her blush became deeper, the golden hue of the light highlighting it. As she closed the door, she gave him a fleeting smile.

“I’ll see you later, Peter,” She said softly, just barely audible for Peter. Peter stared at the door, half hoping that she would come back out and kiss him. However, the door stood closed and unmoving. As Peter walked away, butterflies rose in his stomach and an electric smile crossed his face. It wasn’t long after the date that Spider-Man was seen swinging about the buildings of Queens, sounds of elation flowing with every swing.

Behind the closed door, y/n was leaning against it, hands on her face and a feeling of overwhelming happiness coating her entire being. She let out a soft laugh as she went up to her room. For once in her life, she couldn’t wait for school on Monday.