With Peter's help in math your grades rose and a friendship blossomed. You both decided to hand out outside of your lunchtime school tutoring sessions. It was a Saturday and you took the bus down to Peter's house. He lived in a desolate part of Queens that was kind of run down. You tighten your grip on your bag. It was on the shady side, but you knew the Parker's finances weren't that great.
You knocked on the door and a slender woman on the late 40's side opened the door. "Peter your girlfriend is here!" She yelled. "I'm May Parker, Peter's Aunt."
Before I could respond Peter rushed into the foyer, "Not my girlfriend Aunt May, a girl I am friends with is all" He sighed and rolled his eyes.
You laughed before shaking May's hand. You told her your name before stepping inside. You awkwardly rocked back and forth on your feet.
"C-can I take your jacket?" Peter asked.
"Sure," you shrug it off and he puts it on a coat rack. "Thank you."
Peter leads you into the house and takes you down the hall and opens a door. "This is my room," he said. "Nothing much," he said moving his backpack under his desk. "Come on in" he waved you into the room.
The first thing you notice was the old computer on his desk, "Retro," you said, chuckling to yourself. The rest of the room was drab and bare. A few stacks of books were scattered here and there, as well as some things that looked as if Peter was tinkering with.
You perch at the end of his bed. "Soooooo…" You said trailing off.
"Erm," he laughed sheepishly and scratched the back of his head. "I have chess?" He said before pulling it out of his closet. "Do you play?"
You nod. "Prepare to lose" You crack your neck as he sets the board on the bed and sits near the head.
He was playing black. "Let's make this interesting, loser has to sing Metallica at lunch Monday as loud and as pitchy as they can" He said, fairly confidently as he didn't think he was going to lose.
"Your on" you said moving on to crack your knuckles. You move your king's pawn two spaces forward and he did the same. The game lasted a long time before ending in a stalemate.
"I guess we both sing tone deafly at lunch Monday." He said sighing. You held up a pawn and prepared to chuck it at his face.
Suddenly Aunt May knocked on the open door of the room. "Anyone want Walnut Date Bars?" You set down the pawn and exchange a look with Peter before forcing out a sure and taking one off the tray, you take a bite. They weren't as bad as one would assume.