"Oh? I didn't expect you to come over tonight." Peter awkwardly scratched the back of his head and led you inside.

Liar. He invited you. Several times a week, in places you'd run into each other; college, the park, the Daily Bugle, the random place you'd seen him as Spider-Man. And all with the use of text messages, notes, and weird hand gestures that only Peter could understand.

It was obvious he was trying to tidy up his room ('trying' being the key word). You wondered if all boys stored their beloved comics in a way that was easy to step on, and you also kept an eye on the still-delicious looking slice of pizza on the nightstand. Pretty cozy.

"So... How are you doing?" He really doesn't know what's going on. But he's so in love with you.