"It's the most beautiful time of the year!" I shouted while I spun around.
The snow was falling all around me, little flakes getting on my eyelashes. The green grass below covered in a sheet of white. My hair being blown by the cold, winter air. The park lights illuminating my face while I laughed in delight.
"Having fun?"
I turned towards my best friend, Peter, to see him staring at me with a strange look in his eye. Standing there with his hands in the pockets of his one-size-too-big pants, hair messed up from the wind, cheeks slightly red from the cold. The sight of his boyish face always made my heart stop. Stop it, Y/N. He'd never see you that way. I mentally cursed myself.
"Mhmm. It'd be better if you joined me in the fun though." I pouted.
I grabbed both his hands and began to spin around in circles. He let out a hearty laugh which made my heart soar. I was too busy staring at his face that I didn't notice the small rock behind, causing me to fall over. I let out a small scream. Peter's arms came around my waist, catching me before I hit my head on the floor. My hands grasped his biceps. The muscles underneath flexed as they held my weight.
Thank god for radioactive spiders.
We stared at each other wide eyed. Peter glanced down at my lips. It might've been my eyes playing tricks on me but then it seemed that Peter was leaning in. I found myself leaning in too. Our lips were a few inches away from each other when we both realized what was happening. We froze. Peter coughed awkwardly and righted me. I found a certain interest in my shoes.
"You've always been clumsy." He said, making me look up at him. His cheeks slightly red.
"Says the guy that tripped walking to teacher's table to submit his test." I retorted. He glared at me while I gave him a sweet smile. He tried to look mad at me but only lasted a few seconds. He shook his head and looked down to hide his smile. God, he's adorable.
"Touché." He nodded. He cocked his head to indicate me to follow him. "Come on. Let's get something warm to drink."
We walked together in a comfortable silence. Our friendship didn't require us to constantly speak to each other. Being in the other's presence was enough. I was staring straight, admiring the buildings all dolled up for Christmas. From the corner of my eye I saw Peter staring at me. I looked at him and smiled.
"What?" I bumped his shoulder.
"Nothing." He bumped me back. I giggled. The cold was starting to get to me so I rubbed my hands together and blew on them to warm them up. Stupid me, forgetting to bring gloves on what was probably the coldest day of the year. "You cold?" Peter asked.
"A little bit. It's okay, we're almost there." I noted. I was still rubbing my palms together when Peter reached out and interlocked his fingers with mine. His warm hands encasing mine. I looked at our connected hands then up at him. He was staring straight but he had slight smile on his face. I smiled and looked forward.
"After you, miss." Peter dramatically opened the door for me.
"Why thank you, good sir. What a gentleman."
"I better be or May would kill me." He said. I laughed. We were about to walk to our usual seat when a cough stopped us. We looked at the cashier who was pointing to something above our heads. Tilting my head back, I saw a single mistletoe hanging from the door frame.
"O-oh, w-we're not t-t-ogether." Peter stuttered. The cashier just shrugged. Peter started to spurt out excuses again. I rolled my eyes. Now or never. I placed my hands on his cheeks and pulled him towards me. Our lips crashed together. Peter was frozen for a good 5 seconds before he responded. The kiss was short and sweet but conveyed all the feelings we couldn't say out loud. We pulled apart and looked each other in the eye. Peter's mouth opened and closed in his attempt to say something. When he finally found his voice, he pointed to himself and made noises that I could only assume meant "Me?"
"Yes, Peter, you." He smiled and kissed me again. I smiled against his lips and responded eagerly. Another cough interrupted us. We separated and looked at the culprit. The cashier was looking at us with a smirk on his face.
"You're welcome."