Let me take your hand, I’ll make it right
I swear to love you all my live
Hold on, I still need you
“Thank you and have a lovely day!”
You closed the door of a donut shop you were just in, smiling at the nice cashier woman. Not only did they serve delicious donuts, but they also treated their customers with utter kindness. This place easily became your all-time favorite donut shop.
Dropping your freshly bought box of donuts to your side, you opened your umbrella. It was cloudy when you just arrived but now the rain was pouring heavily. You grabbed your sweets back and made your way back to your home.
A lot had happened in New York City recently, or so you heard.
You were in Quantico for a family reunion when an incident had occurred. It was all over the news that Spider-man was fighting a handful of bad guys at the statue of liberty. Even two weeks afterward, you could still hear people talking about it as you passed by. Well, everything that masked vigilante did would always be a huge deal for everyone.
You finally reached your destination, the bus stop. Pulling your phone from your bag, you sat there silently and waited for your bus. A moment later, you were surprised by an incoming call from an unknown number.
You hesitantly picked it up, “Hello?”
“Y/N…”
You knew that voice, even if it was a mere whisper.
“Peter?? It’s you right? Did you change your phone number or something?”
There was no response, only Peter’s heavy and quick-paced breathing. You started to worry about him.
“Peter?”
Beep.
The call was ended one-sidedly by him. You tried to call him back multiple times but none of them get through. You were left with no option but to go to his place.
Now, this was when everything got weirder.
You found out that Peter’s apartment was inhabited by some strangers and that aunt May had died. So you called Peter’s acquaintances, Ned and MJ, begging them for an explanation. When they told you that they knew no one with the name ‘Peter Parker’, panic wholly consumed you.
Something was wrong, terribly wrong.
You dialed Peter’s number again but ended up in his voicemail. You didn’t give up, though; you couldn’t. You had to hear his voice, making sure he was real despite everyone’s sayings.
“Pick up Peter! Pick up!” You yelled out of frustration. You began to move back and forth due to your high adrenaline. Your heart was beating too fast and you had to take deep breaths a couple of times to calm down.
Ten calls. Ten freaking calls and he ignored each one of them.
When you were about to make another one, a message popped up on your phone’s screen.
Peter
410 Chelsea Street on 12th Street, right off Eighth Avenue,
A sigh full of relief escaped from your lips. You checked the address and luckily it was close to where you were. Therefore you ran, ignoring the heavy rain that was trying to halt you.
“Peter?”
You were standing soaking wet in front of Peter’s new apartment. You knocked on his door and were now waiting for him to let you in.
“Peter, I know you are in there.” You stated, your patience running thin. You knocked again, half-louder than before.
“Peter, I swear, if you don’t open it now I will-“
To your surprise, it was finally opened. You lowered your hand and took a closer look at your best friend.
With his head down, Peter was standing stiffly in front of you. His sunny disposition was completely gone, replaced by a gloomy one. You felt like it was a compulsion to hug him, and so you did.
You rubbed his back, a cliché way to comfort someone. He responded to your kind gesture by hugging you back. He rested his head on your shoulder and you could feel your shirt begin to get wet due to his tears.
His current state completely broke your heart.
You took him to his couch and he lent you some of his clothes. Luckily, you two had the same size. You made hot chocolates for both of you. You also shared some of your donuts with him. You hoped that these sweet things would lift up his mood.
“Peter, what happened?” You asked softly.
You tried to put your hand on his shoulder but he immediately shifted away. You were befuddled. He never did this before. But still, you gave him his space.
“Okay, sorry…”
“You remember me.” He abruptly said with a hint of disbelief in his voice.
“Of course, I’m your childhood best friend after all.”
It was true. The two of you had been together since elementary school but then high school separated the two of you. You were still keeping in touch with him but it wasn’t the same anymore. A wall was slowly been built between you and him.
“You aren’t supposed to.”
“Why?”
“Are you even the real Y/N?” He replied to your question with another one, completely changed the topic.
“I beg your pardon?”
You thought he was joking. How could someone forget one of their closest friends after all? Then again, that was the case with Ned and MJ. Another glance at his face made you sure he was dead serious.
He looked wary and afraid of you.
And your heart broke again.
You stood up, a poignant look was on your face. “Well, would an impostor give you your hot chocolate in your favorite Star Wars cup? Would she know that you prefer it to be VERY hot because you like to drink it slowly?”
Nothing happened. He didn’t smile nor hug you. He didn’t apologize nor believe you.
You wanted to cry, you really did. But you figured that wasn’t the best course of action. This was about Peter, not you. This doesn’t mean that you weren’t chafed though.
“Peter, I’m pretty sure the fake me wouldn’t go running to your apartment in the middle of the rain just because she is so, so worried about you. She honestly wouldn’t give a damn. So you better explain everything to me right now before I freaking slap you. Because it’s me, Peter! It is me!”
One could say that was virulent of you for shouting at him. But you tried to do it the nice way and it didn’t work. That only left you with one choice, the hard way.
“I’m sorry…”
Would you look at that? It worked.
You opened your arms, inviting him for a hug which he gladly took. After that, he explained everything to you, well not precisely.
Some details were missing like how everyone suddenly forgot him. You asked him about that but he refused to give you the answer, saying that it was dangerous for you to know. You didn’t prey on him any further, scared he might shut yourself out again. So here you were, sitting on the sofa with your now cold chocolate drink. Peter was beside you, laying his head on yours.
“Please don’t ever leave me.”
“I won’t.”