Another beautiful entry in My "Failed" Love Life series. I hope you enjoy this little fluff.
I Love Gwen Stacy:
Every school day is the same for sixth-grader Peter Parker: wake up, go to school, return home, think about doing homework, not doing homework, sleep, and repeat. It seems like a boring regime but there was one part in between returning home and thinking about homework that he looks forwards to. That part is the school bus ride home and not because of the spitballs but because of Gwen Stacy.
Gwen Stacy. The Gwen Stacy. The only one who turns his boring routine into something scenic for him to look at.
Peter's now too old to believe in cooties but even when he was younger, Gwen Stacy would have been someone he would accept cooties from in a heartbeat. She is just that type of girl.
Blonde hair, blue eyes, porcelain skin, pearly smile - she is that type of girl.
Did Peter mention that she was smart as well? Because she is. She really is. Gwen Stacy is just a girl who could take someone's breath away (like his, for example).
It's no surprise that Peter feels the way he does for her.
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One day after school seemed like any other as all the students make their way onto the school bus. Even the pouring rain outside didn't change much. Keyword: much. Everyone else was the same, even Peter who would often be watching Gwen and in the most non-creepy way possible (which he was still doing) but Gwen is different.
Gwen would usually ignore everyone else on the bus and either read a novel, write in her agenda or get a head-start on her homework. Today, she is just looking out the window. From the seat behind her sits Peter. He finds it strange that this is the one day she decides to just look out the window and enjoy a view she can't see because the rain caused the windows to fog up. But hey, Gwen might enjoy watching raindrops hit the window just like Peter likes watching her. Everyone has a fetish.
Peter kneels on his seat and looks over at Gwen. She is now seated in a way that has her body fully facing the window. She lifts an arm and as steady as possible since she's on a moving bus that's driving on a bumpy road, she writes her name on the foggy window in the neatest cursive ever.
What Peter does next is almost automatic (and incredibly smooth in the language of romance). He starts writing on his foggy window as well. But unlike Gwen, he doesn't write his name. He writes the words 'I LOVE' in big block letters.
Gwen glances over and her eyebrows wrinkle in confusion at his incomplete sentence. Peter smirks because to him it is complete in his eyes. He just has to tell Gwen how.
"Look, Gwen," Peter says, opening his hands to put the spotlight on both of their windows. "Our windows are connected."
Taking in this new perspective, Gwen scoots back a little and reads their two windows as one message. Once she reads it, her eyes pop open as the apples of her cheeks start to redden uncontrollably. She looks back up at Peter, her twinkling eyes glancing back and forth from his overjoyed face to the message on their connected window which reads:
'I LOVE Gwen Stacy'
The school bus stops and Peter waits from Gwen to respond because this is where she gets off. Instead of saying anything back to him, Gwen gives him a bright smile before scooting out of her seat and making her way off the bus, opening ner umbrella in the rain. Peter looks at her through the letters he wrote on the window and watches as Gwen waves back to him, still with that smile on her face.
Yes. This little cute fluff happened to me in real life. To read exactly how it happened to me, go check out this entry on my Wattpad.
Thank you all for reading this! I hope you enjoyed this as much as I have. If you have any story ideas you want me to write, do not be afraid to suggest them.
~ MysteryGal5