A/N: hellooo

guess who's home for fall break! lowkey tho, i love it in college so much that i don't want to be home but i did miss my fam so

anyway, super cute date chapter!

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"Yeah, why not?

Sandra Bullock's got a cute nose."
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Adelaide looked up in surprise when she saw the girl sitting down in front of her.

"Adelaide, right?" Phin said, a friendly smile on her face. Adelaide was startled for a moment, but she regained herself.

"R-Right," she said and then smiled a beat later. Another beat of silence passed over them.

"I'm Vivian," her friend greeted from beside her. Phin turned her head to look at her and smiled politely. Beside her, her boyfriend also greeted her.

"Ned," he said. Phin nodded.

"Nice to meet you," she smiled. She glanced at the boy sitting beside Adelaide, wondering why he was looking at her with a curious look on his face. She thought he would be friendly. The look on his face said just the opposite.

"I'm glad you decided to sit with us," Peter said, but the smile on his face didn't quite match the words.

Phin smiled at Adelaide.

"Me, too."

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They had never made out in the boy's locker room before.

"Is this...your...locker?" Adelaide gasped between kisses, talking about the locker that Peter currently had her pressed up against. Peter pulled away for a moment and kissed her jaw.

"Of course it is," he breathed hotly into her ear.

She closed her eyes, tilting her head up towards the ceiling when she felt his lips exploring the magical space just below her ear. Her fingers curled and spread in his hair, making themselves home there. Peter didn't mind at all. In fact, he loved the feeling of Ada's fingers in his hair.

His lips met hers again but in a much gentler kiss. The locker room was silent except for them.

He pressed the side of his finger under her chin, holding it with his thumb to tilt her head up to kiss her deeply. Peter's kisses were always filled with love. Whether they were a fast love or slow love, Adelaide always felt his love for her reverberating through his kisses like the melody of a piano in a empty ballroom.

And then, to her disappointment, he pulled away, resting his forehead against hers and leaning both of his arms on the lockers behind her as if to cage her in. She smiled at him softly. His eyes were closed, his lashes resting against his cheek.

He looked so beautiful when he was happy.

And lately, that was all she'd seen him be. She made him happy and just the idea of it warmed her heart. Every time he told her he loved her, she believed it. She could see it all over his face. His eyes always lit up whenever he saw her and his lips always seemed to be fixated into a smile.

"What's on your mind, bugboy?" she whispered gently. With his eyes still closed, his swollen lips slowly tugged upward into a small smile.

"How do you know there's something on my mind?"

"Because..." she whispered into his ear with a smile of her own, "I know you, моя любовь. What's bugging you?"

"Was that a bug pun?" he asked. She smiled slyly.

"Maybe. Just answer my question, you're really starting to bug me."

At that, Peter laughed quietly, making her smile widen. She waited for him to answer. Then, he opened his brown eyes, looking into her bright blue ones. They were crinkled by their corners with a smile. The smile that Peter would sell the world for just to keep it on her face.

He sighed, curling his fingers into a fist against the metal lockers.

"It's Phin," he finally admitted, staring at their shoes. When Ada didn't say anything, he looked up. There was a strange, sort of amused, kind of confused look on her face.

"Do you truly know nothing about girls?" she asked. Peter blinked. Then he realized how the fact that he was thinking about another girl while he was kissing her must have sounded to her. He rushed to fix it.

"N-No, no, I-I didn't mean it like that," he stuttered, blushing at his mistake, "I just...she seems sort of...off to me."

"Off? Off how?" she frowned, tilted her head.

"I don't know. Just...off. Like something's not right about her," he said.

"Pete, I know you're worried," Adelaide said, holding his face with both of her hands, "But I think you're on overdrive. I think she's just shy. I used to be in her place before."

"You? Shy?" Peter chuckled. Adelaide rolled her eyes.

"She's new to this school, just like I used to be. It's hard fitting in sometimes." She felt his arms leave the lockers behind her and grab her waist, pulling her into him.

"So now you can read people better than me?" he asked. She smirked.

"I was trained to read people for like eight years of my life," she said, twirling a lock of his curl at the base of his neck around her finger. She knew she could read people better than him except all she had done her whole life was see the worst in people before she got to know them. She had even seen the worst in Peter when she first met him — thinking he was trying to humiliate her by offering to help her study. She was trying to change that now that she was different. It couldn't hurt to see the good in people first. "I'd like to think I'm pretty proficient."

When he still didn't look satisfied, Adelaide sighed, "If I sense anything from her, I'll back off, alright? I'll come straight to you."

"Good," he said, satisfied. Then he smirked, "Now, read me."

She narrowed her eyes, slowly letting her gaze travel from his hair down his shoes before looking at him again. She grinned.

"I think..." she whispered, pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt to whisper directly into his ear, letting her lips brush against his earlobe with each word, "that you love following the rules." She felt him shake with laughter against her before he pulled away to look down at her.

"You're terrible at this game," he grinned before kissing her again.

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It was date night at the Tower for Tony and Pepper which meant Adelaide had to get out of there before things reached level three: sharing one glass of wine.

It was all downhill from there. For her, at least. For them, it was...well...you know.

She told them she was spending the night at Vivian's place. They agreed easily. She suspected they had been secretly wishing she had plans that meant she wouldn't be home so they could have the whole penthouse to themselves. Adelaide was more than happy to leave to avoid all that awkwardness.

Adelaide knocked on Peter's front door for a date night of their own and then looked back down at her phone. The text she had just sent to Vivian asking her to cover for her had just sent and a few seconds later, the three little dots appeared on the screen. Before Viv sent the message, Peter swung open the door.

Her lips parted as her eyes traveled down to drink him in. A thin, white, short-sleeved shirt over a pair of gray sweatpants (A/N: i promised y'all ;)) all under a cheesy apron that said KISS THE CHEF. His messy brown hair was even messier with spots of white flour peppered throughout. There was a smear of flour streaked just above his crooked eyebrow. He had also stained his apron with some red sauce. His wide brown eyes said Is she early?

"No, I'm not early, you're just running late. As usual," she smiled, letting herself inside. She pretended to not let the way his biceps were stretching the seams of his sleeves bother her. Truth be told, she had never had a guy cook for her before. It was actually really nice.

Peter closed the door behind her.

"Okay um, hi, welcome in, I am running a bit late tonight, I'm also extremely short-staffed, and, finally, can I take your coat?" he rambled nervously as if the scramble of thoughts in his mind had finally formed a single-file line and he was just spitting them out one at a time. Adelaide smiled, turning around and he helped take off her coat, leaving her standing there in a warm, baby blue sweater and white ripped jeans.

"Pete?"

"Yeah, love?"

"Do you need a hand?"

"...Well, since you're offering..." he said hesitantly, "I could use some help with the sauce."

"I'm great with sauce," she shrugged. He glanced at her, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. 

"Really?" he asked.

"Really," she said. He glanced back at the kitchen where multiple things were boiling and bubbling and sizzling.

"Can you stir?" he asked.

"I can try," she joked and when he didn't seem to understand she was joking, she said, "I'm kidding, Pete."

"Right," he breathed and she followed him into the kitchen, rolling her sweater sleeves up. She saw the pot of sauce bubbling on the stove and started stirring it so it wouldn't stick to the bottom. She snuck a glance at her boyfriend who was sautéing veggies beside her.

She had to admit— seeing him cook was seriously hot.

Her eyes wandered from the mess of hair atop his head to the frown on his lips as he focused on stirring the vegetables to the way the muscles in his arm flexed and relaxed as he moved. She could watch him cook all day.

She cleared her throat before her thoughts wandered to a place she couldn't control, "So, um, what are we making?"

"Lasagna," he answered, "Here, taste this." He held up a spoon of vegetables to her mouth and she glanced down at it.

"It's hot," she said. He glanced at it, realizing she was right. So he brought it close to his lips to gently blow on the spoon to cool it down for her before holding it up to her mouth again and this time, she ate it. He tried to read her expression as she chewed.

"Needs salt," she said.

"Salt, got it," he said and added a sprinkle over the vegetables, stirring it again. He glanced at the pot of sauce she was stirring. "You know what— I think the sauce is done. Why don't you go sit down and I'll just put it all into the oven?"

"Are you sure you don't want my help?" she frowned. He smiled.

"You're my guest. Just relax and I'll join you in a few," he said, pecking her cheek before turning the stove off. "Turn on a movie or something."

"Alright, but if I pick one you don't like, you can't complain," she said as he steered her out of the kitchen. He grinned.

"I pinky promise," he said, briefly clasping her pinky with his before sending her off to the living room.

Quietly chuckling to herself, she fell back onto the couch and grabbed the tv remote from the cushion. She could hear Peter moving around in the kitchen and an occasional mild curse when something went wrong. She could only hope he was better than her or May in the kitchen or their date would end with the fire department coming over to the apartment.

She was a few minutes into a classic rom-com when she felt Peter plopping down on the couch directly beside her. He threw his arm over her shoulder and she immediately snuggled into his warmth. He smelled like an Italian restaurant. She had a vivid image of the Corleone family sitting around a large table for dinner.

"Two Weeks Notice?" he asked after seeing only a few seconds of the movie.

"That was fast," she said.

"May watches a lot of romcoms," he defended. Adelaide smiled.

"Can't blame her," she said, and then a moment later, "Who's your favorite actress?"

"I feel like this is a trick question," he winced. She grinned.

"Maybe."

"Alright, well, if I had to pick one, it would be...Jennifer Anniston," he said.

"That's fair. She's gorgeous," Adelaide said.

"Your turn," he said, squeezing her shoulder. She thought about it. Tony was more into cop shows and documentaries, but occasionally, when the stars aligned and the planets were in just the right places, they would watch a rom-com of her choosing and the billionaire would try to guess the whole plot throughout the movie with absurd guesses like she gets hit by a truck or he was never in love with her or her personal favorite her father rises from the grave just to yell at her for wearing such a ridiculously short skirt.

"Sandra Bullock," she said.

"I can see that," Peter said as her face came on the screen, "I like her nose." Adelaide laughed.

"Her nose?" she laughed, tilting her head up to look at him. He frowned.

"Yeah, why not?" he said, "Sandra Bullock's got a cute nose."

Adelaide shook her head with a smile. Most guys would say something vulgar about her body, but here was her innocent boyfriend, telling her he liked her nose. She snuggled further into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his upper body in a hug. She never felt as safe anywhere else as she felt in his arms. In Peter's arms, she felt like a tiny teddy bear he was holding close to himself.

They watched the movie in that position for quite some time. At some point, Peter began absentmindedly drawing circles on the back of her neck with his pointer finger and each time, it sent chills down her spine. She felt his chest rising and falling steadily under her head as he breathed.

All was comfortable and calm in the Parker residence until the oven went off with a shrill beep!, indicating that their dinner was ready.

Peter had already laid out all the plates and things on the island so it was just a matter of serving the food onto the plates. Adelaide glanced at the particular corner of the kitchen island where she and Peter had shared their hottest kiss just a couple of days ago. Her cheeks flushed and she pulled her lower lip between her teeth to tell her heart to slow down.

"I'm starting to think good cooking is part of your superpowers," she said when she saw the lasagna on her dish. It looked incredible. Like picture perfect. The best she could make was coffee and the coffee pot did most of the hard work for her.

"Nope, this is all part of Peter's hidden talents," he grinned, taking a seat across from her. She smiled at him.

"And what other talents are you hiding from me?" she asked, leaning forward and propping her chin up on the palm of her hand.

"You'll find out soon enough, love," he winked.

Peter, normally, was terrible with girls. They made him nervous and jittery and he always said the wrong things around them. They felt like a foreign species to him. But everything was different with Ada. Things came so easily, he was rarely flustered, and most of all, he could be himself because Ada was his best friend, his partner in crime, his better half. There was never an awkward moment with her.

They were just...Peter and Ada.

Two best friends who were madly in love.

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A/N: need me a bff that i can be in love with too ngl

so if anyone here is a stem major or thinking about being a stem major, here's some advice: don't do it 😭 it will consume your life and tear you apart cell by cell until all that's left of you is your last brain cell

jk jk being a stem major is awesome it's just sooooo much work. like today i had a program i had to write so i didn't eat or sleep or even drink water all day and i just wrote like 300 lines of code. would not recommend

in better news, i tried sushi for the first time! it was a suprisingly new taste but it wasn't too bad!!

next chapter: the rest of this date and spoiler: it gets spicy ;)

question: uhhhh i'm blanking idk lol ask me something ig

see you all next week!