He couldn't believe it. How did he not try to hold her up longer at the take out window? How had he just let her take the food she ordered and drive off like that?
The dark-haired young man pinched the bridge of his nose as he sat in his car after his final shift, he was supposed to be moving back to the East Coast in two weeks. And he'd only agreed to move back to New York because his Aunt May begged him.
Peter's thoughts were racing. How could he go back now? The appeal of California was that he didn't feel the need to be Spider-Man here. Okay, that wasn't entirely true, he still helped strangers when he could. Either way, here, he was just Peter. He tried to remember the exact shade of her chocolate eyes; did she have black hair? Her honey-toned skin was smooth—or what he could see of it. He'd been amazed that she was wearing a mask while going through a drive through line. She was considerate, he smiled, of course she was, she had to be.
He huffed and glanced around the nearly empty parking lot. How was he meant to pick up what little life he had here and just move back without knowing even her name? What was she driving? His mind was racing as he tried to keep what little memory he had of her at the front of his mind.
A Subaru? No, Peter was nearing a panic attack, it was white. That was a nearly meaningless detail at this point if he couldn't remember the make. A Hyundai? As Peter went through his memory of the encounter, and for some reason the car that kept coming to mind was the black Porches that pulled up behind her. No, she was in a Honda, he remembered after wracking his brain for details. Why did it have to be white, he groaned at the thought. It had been so long that he used his senses. Why hadn't he tried to remember some important detail about her in the moment, he scolded himself. His eyes had landed on her hands as he handed her the food she ordered.
She had long, perfectly manicured fingernails, and she wore a gold ring on her pointer finger. An all-seeing eye with an emerald center jewel. Was she into occult things? He willed himself to focus and remember anything else. She wore glasses, "fuck," Peter cursed himself. This was hopeless.
He tried to count how many times he'd seen a white Honda like hers. He was sure that he'd never see her again when he knew how common a car it was, they were practically everywhere in this part of the state. Case in point, he stared daggers at a white Honda across the parking lot and focused on its occupants when he saw that there were people sitting in it. He rolled his eyes reprimanding himself for not looking at her receipt again to see her name. Peter stilled when he saw the driver's door open and she climbed out of the little sleek car.
Her hair was slicked back into a semi-messy bun and her glasses were slipping down her nose. Her perfectly manicured hand came up to push the black frames back on her face gently. He started his own car and rushed to put his seat belt on. She was laughing with the person in the car and dusted herself off. She leaned in and was saying something with a bright smile on.
"Ugh, this heat!" he heard her voice faintly through his cracked windows. The cool, night air was a blessing after the beat down from the California sun today.
Who was in the car with her? Jealousy flared hot and quick in Peter's chest until he caught a glimpse the older woman that sat in the passenger seat of her car.
He was itching to drive over and take her in his arms but he restrained himself, she didn't know him. He had to know where she was going, he had to find out her name. He reminisced back on their encounter; she'd tried to tell him that she what ordered came with a smaller drink for their meals. She was honest, not wanting to take what wasn't hers, he smiled again when he remembered how the surprise showed in her eyes. Well, her eyebrows had shot up while she said, "oh!" The honest truth was he'd fucked up and accidentally gave her the bigger drinks. She'd been so grateful saying thank you and taking the drinks from his outstretched hands.
"No, I have to get gas remember, Mom?" he heard her clear voice, it was like music to his ears pulling him back to the present.
He heard a hushed response and watched as she climbed back to her seat, put her seatbelt on and started her car. His chest swelled with something as he saw how she seemed to be a meticulous person. He looked at the car closer and was disappointed to see that it wasn't very clean. He sucked on his teeth slightly and waited for her to get moving.
Sure enough, she flipped the lights on her car and checked both ways before pulling out of the parking space. He slowly rolled after her and made sure to leave space between their cars as he reasoned that he just wanted to see her face to see if she was really as cute as he imagined her to be behind the mask. He wished he had thought to carry around the Stark Tech he normally had access to with his suit. Or at least his EDITH glasses. It couldn't be helped though, most of that tech he longed for at this moment was back in Queens, and brought his focus back to the girl. She didn't speed as she cruised through the shopping center and onto the main road.
He dared to fantasize that they lived in the same apartment complex as he waited to follow behind her and turn left. He liked that she didn't drive recklessly. Her mouth was moving every so often and then she'd bounce in her seat as she seemed to be singing along with whatever music was playing through her speakers. He saw her bright smile through her side mirror and felt his heart melt a little. She must have laughed at something and he couldn't help the grin that was fighting to show on his own face in response. He made note of where she was turning to remember for another day. He was sure that they wouldn't be driving for long. When he followed her to make more turns, he was pleasantly surprised to see that she even followed the flow of the gas station. Too many times, he'd seen people go against the traffic and cause a jam because they couldn't be bothered to wait in line.
He stopped a lane away and stayed behind to watch her climb out and throw out the boxes for their meals. She didn't throw out the bag, he thought it a little odd. She leaned back in the car and fumbled around a bit and got back up to use the gas pump. He took this as his cue to fill his own tank, it would save him a trip tomorrow actually.
He still looked over at her and heard her dulcet tones, she was talking to her mom in the car, their windows were down. "I should wash my car, she's so filthy!" she sported a cute little pout on her face and he couldn't help but smile and bite on his lower lip to suppress his chuckle at her show of being upset. He wondered why she wore baggy jeans and half tucked in her cute little T-shirt. He took note of the thick gold chain around her neck, he caught another flash of the gold ring on her pointer finger and noticed that she was careful in her motions to not to break her nails.
He stopped to ponder this, was she not social distancing? That was disappointing. Nevertheless, Peter watched her interaction with her mother and the way she moved.
Her mother said something in response it seemed. "Yeah, but it doesn't stay clean for long with all the construction they're doing across the street," her forehead was creased as she furrowed her brow in what he was assumed was annoyance with this construction or maybe it was to focus on wiping down her windshield evenly.
His own gas pump had popped near the same time as hers and she hurried to finish wiping down her windshield and get to the pump. She collected her receipt and didn't get into her car until she had situated something. She started her car and he started his waiting for her to pull forward first to continue their drive. From the way she acted and how young she looked; Peter assumed she was around 18.
She once again took her time waiting for other drivers to pass in order to turn back onto the main road. As they drove, he watched as she sang and spoke with her mom in the passenger seat. She seemed to perk up a little as different songs came on in the car. At one point, a tow truck cut him off making him hang back and she sped off. He still followed after as best as he could and was pleasantly surprised to see that she didn't take yellow lights. After a few more turns, he was happy to see that she lived in a safe area, his fantasy to live in the same area had been unfounded, but it didn't matter. He'd seen her face make so many interesting faces and was happy to see that she was getting on well during the aftermath of the blip.
He watched as she followed her mom into their home and he wished that he could see her again. He warred with himself outside of her home while no extra lights turned on yet. After hearing some loud people in her home and not her own voice, he was thinking he may not see her again tonight. Until a light flashed on and some blinds were opened on the second floor.
It was her, the cute messy bun her hair was in is what alerted him.
She opened her window wider and shuffled around her room. She set her things down on what he assumed was her desk and watched her step away. She gathered some other things and looked out the window again. Could she see him? Did she know that it was him watching her? The thought alone excited him. She stepped out of his view and came back into view with her pants unbuckled. The sight sent blood straight to his pants. He was fucked. She was on her phone, the blue light illuminating her cute, square face. He loved the look on her calm face.
Given time, he knew he would fall for this girl, if he hadn't already. She disappeared from his view again as her pants dropped just below the curve of her ass showing part of her light pink lace undies. She needed new jeans he decided, the ones she wore, did her no favors.
Well, maybe that was for the best, he didn't want other guys staring at her body, he mused.
She stepped in front of her window again as her tie dye t-shirt dropped over her matching pink bra. He didn't think his pants could get tighter. Did she know what she was doing to him? He couldn't blame her open window tonight though; the night was hot for early April.
The sun had dipped below the horizon long ago, but he could imagine that her room was stifling. She threw herself onto what he assumed was her bed and contemplated leaving but decided he'd wait until she turned in for the night.
After about five more minutes, he heard a loud voice falling from her window. He grimaced at the quality of the tone. She jumped up and started talking to whoever it was. "Oh, good idea! I'll open it," he heard her faintly.
Had she been so quiet before? She disappeared further into the room and she popped right back out again. He watched in surprise as he saw who he assumed was her mother, go in after her and shut the door. Did she not have her own room? That just wouldn't do.
He watched as she folded plaid pants, and rearranged pillows and blankets onto a surface by the door. She didn't seem sad or unhappy. And she seemed to slump her shoulders when her mom came back out and asked her to retrieve things.
His own phone was going off and he sighed not wanting to return to his own home. The girl he saw made him want to whisk her away and bring her under his care.
She plopped down on a stool and hunched over a laptop and watched as she typed away, the sound of her manicured fingers flying across the keys was the only sound coming out of her room for a brief moment.
"Oh, your novellas?" he heard the dampened tone in her voice and wondered what this word meant.
The loud voice answered, "Yes, I only have a few episodes and then I'm caught up."
He watched her as her eyes glazed over and plugged-in retro looking headphones and continued to work at her laptop, typing away.
10 PM rolled around and she still sat perched at her desk, typing away, he wondered what kind of words were flowing from her mind through her fingers onto the keyboard to create...something... on the laptop screen.
She hardly blinked and only after 15 more minutes passed, did she begin to yawn, showing the first signs of her fatigue. Watching her struggle to stop the yawns made him want to chide her and urge her to bed where he could hold her and they could rest together. The day dream nearly had him falling asleep at the pretty picture in the front seat of his car.
She often picked up her phone or looked over at it though she didn't seem to text anyone. Maybe she was contemplating speaking to someone. But she clearly kept deciding against it.
She yawned again and turned to her mom, "lights?" She rubbed her eyes briefly waiting for a response. The sound of the Spanish voices nearly drowned out her own. She got up and chanted, "un, deux, trios. Bonsoir," then she flicked off the lights, the TV remained on, and she came back to her laptop continuing to type away. He willed her to bed and it seemed as though she could hear him. Her eyes flicked out to the window and onto the street where he sat in his car looking up at her, she had her chin rested in her palm.
He had cut the engine an hour ago after they arrived. He already notated her license plate number and even noticed the construction that was being done was yard work her neighbors where doing. He smiled at the memory of her pouts at the gas station. He smiled as she continued to sip on her sweet tea and type more and more. She looked down at his car again and Peter was glad that the car he bought had tinted windows so she couldn't see him staring up at her in the still of the night.
What could she possibly be writing about? He wondered and wished once again wished he had EDITH so he could actually see what she was doing. He'd find out one day. He perked up when he saw the brunette sit up straighter and stretch her back letting out little huffs and groans. He smiled as he noticed that she had gotten rid of the bra a while ago and thought of what it would be like to explore her now. He was sure she wouldn't even be looking at that laptop if he was with her.
Once 10:30 rolled around, she blinked sleepily, let down her long hair, and shut the laptop and crawled into what he was sure was her bed now. The TV still played but he wished her pleasant dreams.
He drove off after a little and day dreamed of when he would see her again.
AN: Hello!
Yes, I am back on this site again and probably for good. I have a lot of plans for this story, so here's hoping that things stay good, I have located my old notes from my narnia story, i'll post what I wrote, though I am not entirely sure i will really finish it. That was from another time in my life and not sure I can really finish it the way I intended.
Any feedback on this would be great! or you know-not its cool :0
