New Friend!
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“Sooo,” Peter drawls the word, “I don’t really have the insurance or money to—uh, fix? The computer… but it’s outdated anyway! Not insulting your guy’s technology or anything!” He starts to gesture frantically with his hands.
Everyone around him just looks at each other and sighs knowingly. Red Head Guy puts his hands in his pockets and walks towards him, He has on ripped jeans that looked faded, a basketball uniform for his shirt, and a brown jacket over it.
Red Head Guy also has a ton of freckles splattered on his face and deep but bright forest eyes.
“Don’t worry about it,” He waves a nonchalant wave, “Basically everyday tech around here gets pummeled or destroyed by ghosts, specifically leaning more onto Technus fault.” He grins at Peter.
Peter sighs in relief and puts the bat down on the counter, “Technus? That was the name of the tech geek?” He puts his hands in his jacket pockets.
“Yeah, you’re not from around here? Judging by the fact that you didn’t call Fenton Works or shout out resident hero ghosts name.” Red Head Guy rolls his eyes but keeps his gaze steady on Peter.
“Uh huh, Yeah I’m from New York, Queens specifically! Wasn’t really my choice to come here…” He trails off as he looks anywhere from the eyes that are all focused on him.”
”Oh? Really? You look around my age, you move here with your parents or anybody?”
Peter internally cringes. ‘Aunt May, I am so sorry for what I’m about to say.’
Peter breathes in, “Nah, I don’t got any family, I just—needed a fresh start from everythin’, and this place popped up in my mind.” He breathes out, keeping a sincere smile on his face.
Red blinks, “Oh, wow, uh—sorry I didn’t mean to pry or anything just—!” He groans in frustration.
Peter waits.
”I’m Wes, Wesley Weston, But I prefer if you just use Wes, also, I don’t really know how to have a conversation without it being seen as an interrogation.” He puts out his hand to shake.
Peter blinks and blinks again, ‘Woah, that’s never happened before… should I give my real name out? It’s not like I should exist here… but what if I do?’
Peter thinks for a moment before shaking his head, (it’s not really my problem, not like I’m gonna stay here forever).
He takes out his hand to shake Wes’s hand, “I’m Peter, Peter Parker, an’ it’s cool don’ worry about tha’.”
Wes smiled as their hands shook, but his gaze goes down to Peter’s feet, he doesn’t have any shoes on.
‘Is he a runaway? Did he run from CPS? A group home? Is he an orphan?—‘ Wes thinks before he closes his trail of thoughts, he promised himself not to pry anyone just for his own curiosity, but still…
Wes looks at Peter, (he looks too pretty for someone dressed in clothes that look like they were pulled from a dumpster). He cringes internally, but then decides to follow through his action.
“Do you want my shoes?” He blurts out.
Peter, yet again, blinks, caught unexpected by the sudden bluntness by his new friend.
Wes backtracks, “I mean! The shoes I have in my backpack, I always carry extra! Plus you look about my size and well—“ He gestures sheepishly.
Peter laughs, a soft but light one. He brings his hand to cover it but the sound already escaped from his lips.
The spider doesn’t notice how everyone around him that remained in the store, their postures relaxed and softened by the sound.
Wes flushed a little red by Peter’s laugh but it faded away. He chuckled awkwardly,
”I don’t mean to laugh at ya, it’s been some time since anyone has offered me that kind of kindness! And I sure will need shoes, can’t be walkin’ aroun’ without ‘em.” Peter lets out a chuckle and leans back onto the counter.
The mutate teen notices how the air turns weirdly solemn after what he said, ‘Did I say something that triggered anything in ‘em? I’ve never had anyone lend me their shoes like nothin’, I remember that one time I left my shoes on Harry’s penthouse after chasing the Vulture…’
Wes clears his throat, the sound shakes Peter out of his thoughts, “No problem, my bag is outside on a bench, don’t ask why I left it out there.” He warns but it’s playful.
Wes walks straight towards the door and notices how it’s almost off it’s hinges, he looks back at Peter who is still apologizing to the owner and waving at everyone with an unbothered smile.
Wes audibly groans, “Please don’t be like him.”
“Like who?”
Wes yells and turns his head to see mesmerizing hazel eyes, freckled covered face, and messy but neat dark brown hair.
‘Damn Pretty Boys and their need to scare the shit out of anyone!’ Wes curses internally, but his cheeks are still flushed.
Wes sighs as the redness from his face calms down, “Geez, at least make some noise or something, Pete.”
Peter freezes, ‘Haven’t heard that nickname since last month with… Harry. He’s probably still mad at me…’ The teen has on a troubled but sad expression that’s painted on his face, but erases it.
“Sorry Wes.” Peter picks his arm and hand to rub the back of his head, a sheepish gesture.
Wes noticed the look on his new friends face and just keep wondering more and more about the story behind this boy.
“It’s cool bro, now c’mon—“ Wes freezes.
”What is it?” Peter asks, head tilted in confusion,
“Was there anything you needed to do at the library before I wish you away to get you loan you my shoes?” Wes asks.
Peter realizes and makes an ‘oh’ expression, “I was goin’ to do more research on this town, since I’m new an’ all, but clearly those outdated computers ain’t gonna give me much.” His nose scrunches.
Wes screams internally at that.
“Y-yeah, it’ll probably just give you old news or break out in errors or circuits,” Wes licks his lips, “You could borrow my phone if you want, to research or some shit.” He shrugs.
Peter brightens at that, “Really?! That would be so amazin’ and cool of ya Wes.” He smiles with all his teeth.
Wes has to cover his face as the sight of Peter’s smile almost blinds him.
“It’s nothing, now let’s go yeah?” Wes holds out a hand for Peter to take.
Peter takes it and they head outside.