little star [peter parker] part two
summary: the sweetest, most patient of best friends; what happens when it sparks into something more?
authors note: after months and months, i’ve decided to continue this series, regardless if people want me to because i love this concept so much and i wanna share it w all of u. i hope u enjoy it. more to come. <3
peter figured most of this was his fault, not having enough time for each other. he was the one who had the entire world on his shoulders, being a super-hero part time, there’s no excuse for him not to be there for his best friend. absolutely no excuse. still, you were there - you always there. you were the first person he’d come to for anything.
every single night after patrol, you’d keep your window open, awaiting your best friends arrival in his red spidey suit, here to pick up any broken pieces. because you know it was a lot. peter was just a seventeen year old kid; this was a lot to handle and the best thing you could do was be there for him.
he was there for you, too. you were one of the most hard working, kind, yet very broken souls he’d ever known. tough, definitely a tough one, but all because you were broken inside, and he tried so desperately to get that side out of you so you could feel better and more at peace, but it wasn’t always the easiest.
thankfully, peter was patient. he was always patient with you.
the next twenty-four hours for Peter were nothing short of pure anxiety and fear; how could he of all people think that he could sing, let alone dance and act - at the same time. he spent the next day only with you, singing almost non stop and having to be calmed down by you many times. peter assured you that he wanted to do this; he wanted to spend more time with you, he just wasn’t so sure this plan was quite sufficient.
but, he requested you more than anybody. and he’d do anything for you, his best friend. that sometimes gave him a pretty gross taste in his mouth, not because of you; you were perfect. but, that was the problem, you were only his best friend. not his girlfriend, not someone he could kiss and live a real-life romance novel with. maybe he was a fool for believing in love, but that wasn’t something he thought was necessarily a problem, persay.
you had been best friends him ever since he shared his pizza lunchable with you in the second grade, and when you defended him at recess when flash and a few other kids were picking on him — you threw sand at them. and you definitely got in trouble, but peter liked you. he definitely liked you.
after that, you shared everything together. laughs, hugs, pizza at two am on the roof of his apartment building, and nothing but loyalty.
you were his person, and he was yours.
“just like that, lift your body up as you try and hit that high c.” your hands graze onto the piano keys, awaiting peter to do what you asked, some vocal exercise that he was definitely having a difficulty with.
“is there a way i can just….not suck? like, skip all of this weird vocal technique thingies and just become, like, beyoncé or something?” peter frowns, rubbing his stomach as he was desperate to figure out whatever it was you were talking about. all this geeky stuff about singing and music was cute and all, but he didn’t get it. there was so much more to singing than just sounding like a goddess, and peter did not sound like one.
“no, silly. it takes time. now, breathe in and out slowly through your diaphragm. come on, just like we practiced.” you motion your hands towards him and turn back to the piano that was sat in the middle of your living room, the sunlight shining on the sheet music making it just a little difficult to see the notes.
peter was a little distracted, for the sun was also framing your body perfectly. it was..pretty, ethereal. but he needed to focus, auditions were in less than 24 hours and he felt like he was getting nowhere.
“ready?” you ask sweetly.
“mhmm.” he responds, remembering everything you taught him within the past hour and a half of singing and breathes through his diaphragm, just like you taught him to.
surprisingly, he slides through the little exercise perfectly, and can’t help but smile at his progress.
“there you go! see, you’re getting the hang of it.” you cheered, turning around so you were fully facing your best friend. “that sounded so nice!”
peter giggles and bows his head, trying his best not to blush, but to no prevail.
“i’m a work in progress,” he says.
“aren’t we all?” you teased.
you glance over at your phone, eyes slightly widening at the time. you were really nervous that you were pushing peter too hard, but he assured you many times that he wanted to do this with you and that he would tell you if you were. so far, nothing but peter being absolutely sweet and patient with your teaching and rehearsal methods. sweet and patient as always, that’s who peter parker was — your peter.
“we should stop for a while, i don’t want you to strain your vocal chords.” you get up from the piano bench, shutting it slightly as you cross over to the couch, plopping down and patting a seat for peter to sit down.
“man, is this what it’s like to be on broadway?” peter asks, letting out a loud, tired sigh as he sits down next to you, his head resting on your shoulder.
“slow down, weirdo, we’re not broadway bound yet,” you laughed, nudging his side.
peters eyes grew soft as he looked up at you, his chin still resting on your shoulder. “but you will be someday.” he spoke with sweetness and reasurment.
your heart fluttered, “you really think i could make it to broadway, peter?”
“i know you will, you’re so talented. it’s insane how talented and driven you are, y/n/n.”
peter has never met anyone as hard working and determined as you. there wasn’t a time he knew you were you weren’t constantly on your feet, doing something that made you happy or something that you strongly felt for. you were hardly ever resting, which also worried him. you could never catch a break. nonetheless, he wanted to be there for you through it all.
and he would be, he promised not only you but himself that he would be there with you forever — and peter parker never breaks a promise.
you smile sweetly at your best friend, words fail to come out.
“say something, dork.” he teased.
you both laugh heartily, something you did quite often together.
“thanks peter. i really don’t know what i’d do without you.” you respond after a tiny fit of giggles filled the air.
“probably suck at life, i dunno.” peter jokes, giving an attempt to wink.
“shut up, nerd,” you scoff, laying your head on his lap, peters hands automatically going to your hair as he begins to massage your head gently.
a moment of comfortable silence filled the air, only hearing the metronome on the piano and peters steady breathing. worry started to fill his chest as he began to think about tomorrow; what if he messed up at the audition?
what if all this time and effort spent on you coaching him was an absolute waste. peter was not a performer - that was more your element, he was a nerd who loved the stars and comic books - that was his.
“something wrong?” you quipped, knowing that the sight of his eyes growing more ire wasn’t avoidable.
“what if i don’t make the show? i-i mean, you spent all this time and effort on helping me prepare, what if it’s not worth it? what if i can’t do it?”
“the last thing i wanna do is be the boy who disappoints his best friend.”
you sit up from peters lap, positioning yourself to where you were fully facing him, assuring him that you were listening and that you were there.
“look at me, pete, yeah?” peter does as you say, his puppy-like eyes dazzle over your skin.
“you do know i would never ask you to do something for me if i didn’t think you could do it, right?”
he nods and you continue to speak, “so i know you can do this, pete. i know you better than anyone, i know your heart and it’s full.”
“i know yours too. and it’s much fuller than mine, like hella full.”
“you’re being dorky now, stop it.” you nudge him.
“hey, but i’m your dork, remember?” peter playfully winks.
you tilt your head slightly, fully aware that peter parker was your best friend and always will be.
“no, you’re also my best friend.”
a hard, cold, pain hit peters chest - something that’s never occurred before. it was weird, it hurt: he didn’t like it at all. somehow, it only happened when you said the words ‘best friend’. you were his best friend, he couldn’t ask for a better one, but what if he wanted something more?
don’t be an idiot, parker. he shook off.
“best friends forever.” peter smiles through the broken heart, but held your hand anyway.
