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Ho Hey by The Lumineers

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Chapter 11: I Belong With You

"What the hell are you doing here, Noah?!" I asked as I stomped my way towards him, after busting open my apartment building door, almost breaking the glass door.

Noah was leaning against his red pick-up truck with one foot resting against the passenger side door and his hands shoved into his jacket pockets. His head was tilted back as he gave me his famous smirk. That smirk that made me want to slap it right off him.

"And hello to you too, Annabelle" Noah said, still in the same position.

I continued stomping my feet towards him and stopped when I was inches away from him. I heard Peter following me down and he stood beside me. I was ignoring whatever he was that he was doing and only focused on Noah.

"What in gods name are you doing here, Noah?" I demanded. "I thought I told you that I never wanted to see you again!"

"Oh, but you're forgetting Anna," he said as he leaned his head in, inches away from my face. Noah was quite taller than me so he did look quite imitating, but I never let that bother me.

"Remember I told you that my aunt lives here in New York or did that slip your mind when you ran away from home"

The memory than hit me. I had forgotten that he had an aunt here. Noah had planned for him and I to go visit her on Spring Break at the beginning of the summer. I guess I was just so focused on leaving everything behind in Roseboro, that all those little memories slipped my mind.

Noah could see the realization in my face and leaned back with a big smile on his face.

"Aaaahhhhh, so you do remember" I looked back up at him with a glare.

"For the last time, What. Are. You. Doing. Here?" I demanded for the last time.

"Thought I'd come find you," he 'raised' his hands in his jacket pockets. "Came say happy birthday to my girlfriend," Noah than moved his eyes towards Peter, who was still standing beside me. "But I see you've already moved onto," he than inspected Peter from top to bottom. "Someone of lesser class"

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Peter's fist raise high as he went for Noah's face but I jumped in and stood between Noah and Peter, facing Pete's direction. As I looked up into Peter's eye in fear, I could see he was about to explode. Peter glared at Noah, like he was killing him on the spot. I looked up at Peter with worried eyes.

"Pete," I said softly. Peter didn't react, he kept glaring at Noah. "Hey, Pete," I raised my hands and cupped his face. Peter than looked down at me. "It's ok"

Peter slowly gave me a nod before looking back at Noah. I removed my hands from Peter's face and turned back around and looked back at Noah. Noah stared at me.

"You left me to run into that? Since when were you two a couple?"

"We're just friends"

"Pfft, whatever," Noah than walked around his truck and stood by the driver's side. "I'll be in town for a while. See you around"

"Pfft, don't count on it" I said with a roll of my eyes.

Noah smiled and shook his head before opening his door, starting his truck going down the street, leaving the only thing for me to see is my breath escaping from my mouth. I let out a sigh before turning around and facing Peter. His eyes kept staring at the truck still going down the street.

"Hey," I nudged his arm with mine. He shot his head to my direction. "Are you ok?"

"Ye," He lifted his hand and rubbed his face before turning them into fist and shoving them into his jacket pockets. "Yeah I'm fi-fine"

"Don't worry about it, Pete"

"I...I can't let that jerk get away with treating you like that"

"Pete...that's not your job," he stared at me with a hint of sadness in his eyes. "I don't want you to fight my battles"

"If I don't, who will?"

"I will," I smiled and nudged his arm, again. "I'm a big girl, I can handle myself. Besides, no guy wants to fight my battles"

"I do," he said, sternly. "You deserve somebody that really cares for you and fight with you til the end,"

I stared at him, taking in everything. No one has ever done that for me and I knew Peter was right. If I opened my doors and let Peter fight along side me, he'd be there to defend me every step of the way. We stood there in silence for a couple of minutes before Peter let out a loud sigh, making his breath turn into fog and cover his face, making him barley viable for a millisecond.

"I...I think I should go" He said, looking away from me and to the building behind me.

"Are you sure?" I asked. "Do you want to come up for a bit before you go?"

"No," he said as she shook his head. "Aunt-Aunt May is expecting me home soon"

"Ok. Talk to you tomorrow?"

He nodded.

"Yeah. Night"

"Night"

And with that, he turned and walked down the street, moving father and father away from me. I watched him leave for a couple seconds before letting out a sigh and walking towards the entrance of my apartment building.

"Wait," My foot inches from the doormat and turned to see Peter standing quite a distance away from me. He froze on the spot with his hands in his pockets and his head curled towards his chest.

He let out a groan before turning around and walking towards me.

"I'm not going to leave without knowing" He said as he started walking towards me. I gave him a confused look.

"Without knowing wh-" Before I could finish my sentence, Peter grabbed my face, roughly, and pulled me into his face. Pressing my lips into his.

His soft lips ran over mine and I raised my hands up to his face and started kissing him passionately as well. This couldn't be happening. I was kissing the guy I've been friends for months now. In a way, I wanted to pull away and forget this ever happened but another part of me never wanted to leave his beautiful soft lips. With my eyes closed, I inhaled every moment before I felt his lips leave mine. I opened my eyes and saw him staring at me. A grin then appeared on his face.

"Good night"

I could respond. I tried to release. Something. Anything but...I...I just...I just couldn't. He took the breath right out of me. Peter's warm hands slowly pulled away from me. I wanted to grabbed them back but I didn't want to look desperate. I've missed this kind of touch for months. Sure, it was the same way with Spider-Man but that was different. Spider-Man was the Zorro in my life while Peter...Peter was...was just the bystander on the streets and I couldn't be more in love with him. I can't believe I just said that.

I stared at Peter and he slowly backed away, still staring at me. He than turned around and started walking down the street, not looking back at me once. I stood in the same spot, staring at him as he kept getting smaller and smaller and soon, he was out of my sight. When he disappeared, I then brought my figures up to my lips and ran circles around my lips. Tasting the familiar taste of honey bouncing around in my mouth.

After going back upstairs and getting myself ready for the night, I went up to my usual spot and sat down the side of the building trying to put everything together. I couldn't believe I loved Peter Parker. It had come down that I, Annabelle Marie Jamison, fell in love with my best friend. This couldn't be happening. What if this was it? What if after this, we becoming boyfriend and girlfriend and then we break up? I'd lose my best friend and...I wouldn't have anyone.

I shook my head of my thought. No, Pete wasn't like that but...what about Spider-Man? I mean, things have gotten awkward since that kiss. I try and go around and think things are the same but he's been acting different. Would he leave and never want to see me again if I told him I feel in love with someone else? Would he think I betrayed him after that kiss?

I then thought hard about the whole situation. An idea started bouncing around in my head since the kiss with Spider-Man but...I kept pushing it out of my head and now, after the kiss with Peter, it pushed back into my mine. No, it's cra-

"Hey," I was startled when I heard a familiar voice behind me. I turned my body and saw Spider-Man standing there, facing me. He then started rubbing the back of his neck like he always did in awkward situations. "I saw what happened tonight with your jerk ex. Are you ok?'

I didn't say anything. I just kept staring at him with my stern look of mine. Thinking.

Spider-Man brought his hand down and placed them to his sides.

"You ok, Bells?"

I planted my feet down onto the floor and walked up him.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

I lifted up him mask up to the top of his lips and smacked my lips into his, inhaling every bit of him. He was surprised for a second before he wrapped his arms around my torso and started kissing me back. I then wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him harder. Wanting more and more before I pulled myself away and took a couple steps away from him, staring at him in fear.

"Peter?!" I streaked.

He froze at the moment of me saying that name. Not moving. Not even responding. I couldn't wait another second. I wrapped my tiny figures around the lose end, that laid on the top of his head, and ripped the mask off his head only to drop it on the ground and froze at the sight. To my suspicion, Peter Parker stood in front of me, wearing the suite.

Peter stared at me in fear, not knowing what to say. Neither did I. I shook my head slowly before I slowly started backing away, towards the fire escape.

"No, no, wait. Anna" Peter said as he ran up to me and grabbed my arm. I ripped it away from him.

"Don't touch me!" I yelled at him. The tears then welled up in my eyes. "How could you? Is this a game you were trying to play with me? "

"No, no," he shook his head, tears now filling up in his eyes. "I would never do that to you"

"Then why did you do this?"

"I...I was trying to get to know you better, ok"

"This is a pretty sick way of doing it? Pete...I thought you were my friend? How come you didn't tell me this?" The tears now rolled down my face.

"I did it to protect you. If my enemies found out about you...I would never forgive myself. Annabelle," he grabbed my face. The material of the suite morphing against my skin. "I love you. I would never hurt you and I'm sorry for keeping this away from you. I did this to protect you because...after all this time...no one has made me ever more happy than you. I. Love. You"

I didn't know what to say. I was still hurt by everything. I pulled down his hands from my face and started walking, backwards, towards the fire escape.

"Please just leave me alone" I said through the tears.

"Anna-" Peter protest.

"Please!" I screamed. "I just want to be left alone right now"

Peter gave me a nod before he watched me descend down the fire escape. I crawled into my room, locking the window behind me before crawling back into my bed. I laid there for a second before the tears started pouring out of my eyes and I sobbed into my pillow, not wanting my parents to hear my sobs.

I couldn't believe my best friend kept this from me. I know he was doing this for my own good but...I...I just couldn't promise it. I was a stupid girl for believing any of this was real for me.