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"getting married seem scary."
you walk with a slow pace without direction, just enjoying how beautiful the hotel garden is.
“perhaps” he answers.
“i mean they know each other since high school. we” you gesticulate and he lets out a small laugh “we actually watched their love grow during it. we were there so we know they will last. we know their love is real and true.”
“so you’re saying because we’re old now, we won’t have that?”
he looks at you and you take a deep breath as if you were thinking about the answer that was on the tip of your tongue “yeah.”
the lightness in your conversation makes you not want to stop talking “no. i’m just saying that being an adult is just… too serious. i can’t help but feel childish using the word crush to describe someone i like.”
he tilts his head with a small smile on his face. he haven’t change one bit.
“you may have a point.”
“right?”
“but we can find true love as an adult… and we have the maturity and perception of the world that makes a relationships last.” he points to where the party was happening with his head “they were just lucky. and had time on their favor.”
"wise words.”
“i know you remember i was the top student of our class” you roll your eyes at his words.
a breeze hits you as if it wanted to show you that it was listening to your conversation.
“i just really miss the simplicity of high school." the drink in your hand was starting to feel warm. you take a sip and feel the alcohol warm you up.
"it's a way to put it."
you lean against the wall outside the hotel. "you don't agree?"
"i didn't say that."
"but you have your remarks." you see an almost imperceptible smile on his face.
"it was simple because we didn't have to worry about reality so much. but i really don't miss being that emotionally vunerable. yikes" he grimaced.
he stops walking in front of you. he looks at the ground like he’s lost in his own head, as if he was thinking about the reason for saying what he said. it’s easy to come to the conclusion that he is the most beautiful man of the party. the most beautiful you've ever seen if you're being honest to yourself.
but like he said, let's not let our emotions speak louder.
"well, some of us didn't date the most beautiful girl of the entire school at the time, parker" hearing his laugh takes you directly to 6 years ago, when you both were still in high school. "some of us were actually losers."
"you were not a loser." he protests.
"oh, i was more than that. i was a nobody."
"that's dramatic." he looks at you with a teasing smile but with a gentle voice. something about this man makes you wanna tell him all your secrets and insecurities because you were sure he would never judge you or your choices. "i saw you."
"did you?"
"of course." he frowns lighly. "your headphones were like a part of you, an organ. you got angry very easily with your loose hair so you always ended up tying it. you had this keychain that always announced when you were getting close, and it was really sweet how you never once forgot to give me a good morning before bending down to your locker bellow mine."
if he had continued you were certain your eyes would have filled with tears.
"but you didn't really see me, did you?" you whisper.
his eyebrows rose lightly and you understood it as a sign of confusion. you would never see him again after today, so why not?
"i was too in love with you, peter."
one thing that haven't changed about him was that peter looked into your eyes while you talked to him. he pays attention to people. he listens.
"when you started skateboarding, i made a promise to myself to learn and buy one just so we could have that in common." you laugh a little, trying to distract yourself from the pressure of being watched intensely. "when you appeared with those bruises and black eyes from god knows what i felt i should talk to you, like maybe it would help... i always tried to distract you so you’d smile at least once during a tough day."
you really wish you had a bottle of champagne on your hand right now.
"i couldn't do much because... you know."
you couldn't look away from his tie but you were able to see him nodding. he was in a relationship for gods sake. a beautiful one.
despite everything, your head being like a hurricane of thoughts, your racing heart and warm body, you smile. "you broke my heart, peter parker. but you were also the reason for it feeling lighter."
you confessed and yet the chocolate brown of his eyes was cozy. it's impossible not to like Peter Parker.
he takes a deep breath. the next few seconds are filled with an indescribable silence and it's almost as if nothing had happened.
in a slow movement he takes his hand to your free one. he takes it gently but doesn't make any more movements, just watches your hands interlocked.
"saving up to buy a skateboard. such a loser."
"ridiculous."
"and did you learn?"
"a little. but the not knowing if i wouldn’t just fall and die didn't let me learn completely."
he scoffs. "you are unbearably dramatic."
"i'm just saying you can fall from that thing and hit your head on the corner of a table. it’s so dangerous."
you hardly notice his thumb caressing in your hand. the butterflies in your stomach were making a mess.
jesus, you're an adult. what is this.
“i see you now.” his voice is so sincere that you can't divert your eyes from his.
“it’s the first time we see each other in 6 years, pretty boy.”
you don’t really know why your voices are so low. but it makes you feel like you’re in your own little world.
“and yet” he takes a step forward and a breeze hits you, as if she were encouraging the both of you. “you are blushing right now like you used to do 6 years ago.”
you lower your head, leaning your forehead on his shoulder. you don’t really know what to say anymore.
“it’s okay to feel nervous around a crush, lovely.”
you silently laugh “you’re always so calm.”
“so you’re not hearing my heart going insane over there?”
with his free hand he raises your head until you find his eyes. mesmerizing.
his forehead meets yours. you could feel his thumb caressing your cheek.
and so he kisses you. a warm and slow kiss. it has a meaning though you can’t really understand it yet.
you feel a drop of water on your forehead but you take your time to slip up. there’s no rush.
he moves away and hugs you tight. your heart relaxes.