[ Peter smiles, eyes shifting to watch the way Gwen shakes her head to get her hair out of her eyes in that super cute way of hers. She does that a lot, because her hair's getting long, but he likes it. He likes the way she just does that, or the way she scrunches her nose, or the way she says exactly what's on her mind most of the time.
He almost doesn't even hear her when she suggests they get off a couple of stops early. But ice cream? Oh, yeah. He hears that.
He nods. ] That sounds perfect.
[ And it does sound so totally perfect in a weird romantic comedy kind of way. He's about to straighten up out of his seat, his free hand reaching for the strap of his backpack, when Gwen's phone buzzes and she checks the message.
Oh, god.
A part of him wants to bury his face into the bottom of his seat, but the other part of him just doesn't care. Honestly, like, this feels too good to feel embarrassed or stupid about. Whatever this is, it's going somewhere and he likes it. It feels like an adventure.
He still manages to let out a half-choked laugh though, glancing over their seat to where he can just see the top of Ned's head hidden now. He slinks back and sighs. ]
Good question, Gwen. It's okay, though. We'll see him tomorrow. I'll - uh. Send him a text to let him know we're gonna get off a little early.
[ perfect. perfect is good. she's pretty proud of herself for this Perfect idea, even if it's totally cliche. cliches are what they are for a reason, okay, sometimes she's okay with being predictable.
she reaches for her backpack as well, wrapping up her headphones to stuff them into the bottom of her bag, under her costume and shooters because those cannot get lost. super important.
but anyway, peter is texting ned and it's lame that she's still smiling like she is, but it's exciting, yeah. an adventure. weird and new but totally their own, nothing brought on by drama or danger in the city and that's pretty great.
she thinks, for a second, that maybe she should let go of peter's hand while they head up to the front of the bus, but nope. no. she likes having him right there, so she leads the way, fingers still loosely tangled with his. her cheeks are pink, but it's only because she can see people's eyes drifting between them like magnets, and y'know? that's fine by her. she doesn't even know any of them, so that makes it way easier too.
and peter parker is a frickin' catch, okay. she's okay with everyone knowing that they're ..holding hands now. whatever that means. that's totally cool by her.
the walk to the front of the bus feels like miles and miles, but they get there, and the driver pulls over to drop them at the nearest corner ] --Thanks! [ said bus driver still apparently has no idea that she doesn't belong on that bus, but that's probably fine.
and now... they're here. out in the real world, holding hands, heading out on what feels like an impromptu date. sort of. is this a date? she's not sure. it only feels different because her hand is in his, otherwise they're just hanging out, right? it doesn't mean things have to change. not in a big dramatic way, anyway. hm. ]
I think I might get a milkshake. I'm feeling chocolate chip mint. [ even though it's October and it's kinda cold out and the wind blows and it makes her grip his hand tighter, but ice cream is important. ] With like, extra chocolate sauce on the sides. So much chocolate. [ why is she babbling about this though? literally why. she doesn't know.
well, she does know why, but she won't admit that she's feeling downright giddy over the fact that they're still holding hands. ]
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He almost doesn't even hear her when she suggests they get off a couple of stops early. But ice cream? Oh, yeah. He hears that.
He nods. ] That sounds perfect.
[ And it does sound so totally perfect in a weird romantic comedy kind of way. He's about to straighten up out of his seat, his free hand reaching for the strap of his backpack, when Gwen's phone buzzes and she checks the message.
Oh, god.
A part of him wants to bury his face into the bottom of his seat, but the other part of him just doesn't care. Honestly, like, this feels too good to feel embarrassed or stupid about. Whatever this is, it's going somewhere and he likes it. It feels like an adventure.
He still manages to let out a half-choked laugh though, glancing over their seat to where he can just see the top of Ned's head hidden now. He slinks back and sighs. ]
Good question, Gwen. It's okay, though. We'll see him tomorrow. I'll - uh. Send him a text to let him know we're gonna get off a little early.
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she reaches for her backpack as well, wrapping up her headphones to stuff them into the bottom of her bag, under her costume and shooters because those cannot get lost. super important.
but anyway, peter is texting ned and it's lame that she's still smiling like she is, but it's exciting, yeah. an adventure. weird and new but totally their own, nothing brought on by drama or danger in the city and that's pretty great.
she thinks, for a second, that maybe she should let go of peter's hand while they head up to the front of the bus, but nope. no. she likes having him right there, so she leads the way, fingers still loosely tangled with his. her cheeks are pink, but it's only because she can see people's eyes drifting between them like magnets, and y'know? that's fine by her. she doesn't even know any of them, so that makes it way easier too.
and peter parker is a frickin' catch, okay. she's okay with everyone knowing that they're ..holding hands now. whatever that means. that's totally cool by her.
the walk to the front of the bus feels like miles and miles, but they get there, and the driver pulls over to drop them at the nearest corner ] --Thanks! [ said bus driver still apparently has no idea that she doesn't belong on that bus, but that's probably fine.
and now... they're here. out in the real world, holding hands, heading out on what feels like an impromptu date. sort of. is this a date? she's not sure. it only feels different because her hand is in his, otherwise they're just hanging out, right? it doesn't mean things have to change. not in a big dramatic way, anyway. hm. ]
I think I might get a milkshake. I'm feeling chocolate chip mint. [ even though it's October and it's kinda cold out and the wind blows and it makes her grip his hand tighter, but ice cream is important. ] With like, extra chocolate sauce on the sides. So much chocolate. [ why is she babbling about this though? literally why. she doesn't know.
well, she does know why, but she won't admit that she's feeling downright giddy over the fact that they're still holding hands. ]