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Cнαρтєя 3: Tωєηту Qυєѕтισηѕ
"Iт'ѕ נυѕт тнαт I ∂ση'т ωαηт тσ вє ѕσмєвσ∂у'ѕ cяυѕн. Iƒ ѕσмєвσ∂у ℓιкєѕ мє, I ωαηт тнєм тσ ℓιкє тнє яєαℓ мє, ησт ωнαт тнєу тнιηк I αм. Aη∂ I ∂ση'т тнєм тσ cαяяу ιт αяσυη∂ ιηѕι∂є. I ωαηт тнєм тσ ѕнσω мє, ѕσ I cαη ƒєєℓ ιт тσσ." Sтєρнєη Cнвσѕку

Cнαρтєя Sσηg: Bєттєя Tнαη Bєттєя Cσυℓ∂єя Bє - Sтєρнєη Jєяzαк ƒт. Cαу Gяσνєѕ
"And there's so many fish in the sea.
But we could float if that's what you want.
'Cause baby, you seem too good to me.
I don't want to know what life would be,
if you ever wanted to go...
'Cause they're throwing us lemons, and we're squeezing them into our cups.
Woah oh, and drinking it up!
Boy, you've got just what I want.
I'm not going a place without your heart... (woah oh)
And girl you're my sun shiny day.
You'd take my life away!
If you ever wanted to go...
We're two peas in a pod,
but we can break out, if that's what you want.
There's too many stars in the sky,
but they can't shine as bright like can you shine!
And I hope that you'll never leave.
'Cause they're throwing us lemons, and we're squeezing them into our cups.
Woah oh, and drinking it up!
Boy, you've got just what I want.
I'm not going a place without you're heart... (woah oh)
And girl you're my sun shiny day.
You'd take my life away!
If you ever wanted to go...
You're the match to my candle.
You're the scrape to my knee.
And you're what makes it better!
Than better could ever be.
Than better could ever be.
Boy you've got just what I want.
I'm not going a place without you're heart...(woah oh)
And girl you're my sun shiny day.
You'd take my life away!
If you ever wanted to go."


PETER PARKER'S P.O.V

I kept glancing over at Hallie, as we made our way towards the café. Apparently he friend Julia's sister runs the place so we'd be able to get a good seat. At this café, most of the work in progress writers, artists, and 'cool kids' I guess you could say, go there. A nice seat is rare sometimes.

It was pretty busy on the streets of New York, as it always is. People are yelling at people to get the hell out of the road, to stay out of their way, the usual.

"So," Hallie bumps my shoulder, "mister Parker."

I grin and do the same thing. "So, miss Memphis."

"This is what we're going to do the rest of the day- well, night, huh?"

"Probably."

We made it into the café which was crowded as usual. Hallie, unexpectedly, grabbed my hand and made a way through random people into the café. I kept glancing at her hand, which didn't leave mine.

I looked over at the brunette with a small smile on my face. She didn't see it though. I don't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing...

"Hallie!" a girl approached us with short blonde hair and dark brown eyes. She pulled her into a small hug, letting go of my hand. I looked around awkwardly.

"Oh," Hallie pulled away from her, looking at me. "Julia, this is Peter."

She gave me a weird look. "Peter? As in Peter Parker?"

"Yep." I nod. "Same one."

"You were the guy that got beat up by Flash today."

I sigh, nodding again. "Same one again."

Hallie gave Julia a look, and slightly smacked her shoulder. "Anyways, your sis got a good seat for us?"

"Totally. And it's right by the window." she pointed to an empty seat near the big window, where people weren't crowded around. "Jessica will be over there in a minute or so."

"Thanks Julez." Hallie says, grabbing my hand once again, and leading me towards the table.

She lets go once we sit down. "So, where does your aunt work?"

"She doesn't." I shake my head. "She's more of a stay at home aunt."

Hallie chuckles. "That's pretty cool."

"What about you?" I ask. "Where does Luke work?"

"At Oscorp. He's sort of Dr. Connor's helper."

My eyes go wide. "Dr. Connors?"

She nods. "Yeah. You know him?"

"No... but my dad did."

Hallie looks out the window for a brief moment before locking eyes with mine. "Peter, what happened to your dad?"

I take a deep breath. Just as I about to say something, a slightly older version of Julia with a lip piercing, and eye liner, approached the table with a smile. That must be Jessica. "Hey Halez. Want your usual?"

Hallie looked over at her and nodded. "Yes please." she looks at me. "Peter?"

"Uh... tall cappuccino please." I tell Jessica. She scribbles something onto a piece of paper and walks off.

I look back at Hallie, who's looking at the ground and messing around with her shoe laces. I was about to ask her what was wrong when she says, "I'm sorry."

"About what?"

"You sort of game me that look when I asked about your parents..." she looks up at me. "I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine." I assure her, grabbing her hand across the table. "Really."

I rub my thumb against her hand in a comforting manner as a small blush appears on my checks. She smiles with a small giggle. "Okay, wanna play twenty questions?"

"Sure."

"Alright um..." she looks up in thought. "What do you take pictures of?"

I shrug. "Anything that catches my eyes I guess."

"So it's like a hobby?"

"Yeah I guess you could say that." I smirk at her. "So, what's your hobby?"

She laughs nervously. "...it's kind of lame..."

"I won't laugh, I promise."

Hallie leans forward and whispers, "I play guitar."

She plays one of the most common instruments and thinks its lame? I think it's pretty cute... yes, I just said- well thought that. Hallie plays guitar and I think it's cute. I could just imagine her sitting in a chair with a Gibson guitar on her lap, strumming to A Team by Ed Sheeran.

I didn't laugh, but instead I smiled at her. "That's not lame. That's actually really cool."

"Thanks."

Jessica brings back our drinks and we keep asking random questions about each other. I learned that she likes all types of music, her favorite color is blue, she loves penguins, anime, shooting games - which is pretty badass for a girl - comics, and Disney Movies. I also learned that her parents travel a lot and left her with her brother, her grandma is a fashion designer, and her grandpa is a truck driver.

I told her similar things and about my uncle Ben and aunt May. Then somehow we got on the topic of horror movies. She hates them but I promised her that I'd be with her the whole time if she watched a horror movie. Hallie smiled at that, which made my stomach feel all jelly-like.

I was walking her home and it was getting pretty dark. I made sure for us to take the safe route, considering New York is pretty dangerous at night.

We finally reached her apartment. She turned to me and smiled. "Thanks for the lessons."

"No problem." I shrugged like it was no big deal, but technically it was a date. Well, in my mind.

Then she she leaned forward and pressed her lips to my check- which left my checks red. I chuckled nervously.

"Did you want your hoodie back or-"

"Nah," I shoke my head. "Keep it."

"You sure? It's pretty cold out here."

I nod. "I'm sure Hallie."

She opens the door and turns to me again. "Thanks again. See ya later?"

"definitely."

xxXxx
HALLIE MEMPHIS' P.O.V

As I made my way up the steps, I couldn't wipe the grin off my face. The time I spent with Peter made the little feeling inside my stomach - or as in chick flick movies they call them butterflies - kept making me feel like I was melt anytime he smiled or talked to me. It was like everything little thing he did, distracted me. Does that make sense?

Is this why girls make a big deal about talking their crushes?

Woah... is Peter Parker my crush?

I opened my door and sat on the bed, thinking about it. I grabbed my laptop and pulled up Google.

What is a crush? I typed in.

The first definition was to deform, then to violently subdue. The other two said a crowd of people and the last one was the one I was looking for.

2. informal

a brief but intense infatuation for someone, esp. someone unattainable or inappropriate.

"she did have a crush on Dr. Russell"

synonyms: infatuation, obsession, love, passion;

Pushing the electronic away, I laid back onto my bed. I didn't have an obsession with Peter and I wasn't in love with him. And I didn't want it to be brief either... I wanted it to last.

That was it. I wanted to have something lasting with Peter. Something that wasn't fake. Or something that wasn't being used as a bet. I wanted something real... and something that didn't hurt me.