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For Mai

Peter was really terrible about this whole "blending in and act normal" thing. He'd never been normal to start with but throw in the fact that he was Spider-Man and Aunt May would freak out if she knew it was kind of a mess. It was safer that way of course but it still wasn't easy.

So Peter tried really hard to be your basic 18 year told. The problem was that he was kind of a weirdo even without Spider-Powers. He'd gotten better, he could talk with attractive girls without making a complete fool of himself, he could hang out and meet new people, things like that. But he still flailed mentally sometimes and was just generally a dork.

Which meant that during lunchtime he normally sat by himself. Sometimes people would sit with him and talk to him and on very, very rare occasions people would invite him to sit with them but usually he just found a table to himself and sat down by himself. Today he was left to ponder the mystery of school cafeteria chicken nuggets by himself.

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Peyton laughed. "How much time do you have, because I guarantee I have more music than you can even imagine."

A smile grew on her face at Delmar's enthusiasm, though she looked to Peter a little uncertainly when the man switched into Spanish.

“He said hello,” Peter said, shooting Delmar a look, although that only seemed to encourage the other man, who beamed a delighted smile at both teenagers.

“I’m telling him a pretty girl like you deserves to be taken somewhere special, so he did a good job bringing you here!”

Peyton laughed. "So this is the best place in all of New York, huh? What would you recommend then?"

Peyton. Would she laugh or get bitchy? It was a mystery.

"I like him," she said to Peter.

“Best sandwiches,” Peter said with a nod, glad that Sawyer didn’t get annoyed with Delmar. Peter liked the shop owner and he would have been bummed out if he and Peyton didn’t get along.

“That’s because you like someone who tells it like they see it. Peter? He gets upset when I tell him to study less and have more fun. For you, Peyton, I’m going to make my special. It’s the best if the best.”

How could she not like someone so happy and effusive who also didn't expect anything from her?

"I do," Peyton said. "No time for bullshit - sorry, BS." She turned to Peter. "I'm totally making you ditch school with me one of these days. Less studying, more fun!"

"Alright, Delmar. Dazzle me with you special!"

“Hah! Yes, one special coming right up!” Delmar said, clapping his hands in delight as he went to work behind the counter.

“Okay, he must really like you, he’s never made me the special. Also, you were totally not that nice to me when we first met,” Peter said with a laugh before bumping her shoulder with his own so she knew he was teasing her.

"I was in a bad mood then," Peyton pointed out with a grin and bumped him back. "Also, I can be a real bitch, so fair warning. Now, I'm out of school, I've been talking music and Delmar is going to make me a kick-ass sandwich. But don't worry I'll be back to my usual miserable self in school tomorrow."

“Oh good, I was worried I might see you smiling tomorrow at school and how would I handle that?” Peter said with a laugh. Secretly he was pleased though that she was feeling happier, especially if he helped with that.

“Alright, five dollars for you,” Delmar said to Peter as he paid the man while Delmar turned to Peyton and handed her the sandwiches. “And no charge for you this time. The special is priceless and this was your first time! Have a good night and have some fun!”

"Least cheery cheerleader ever, remember?" she said with a fake scowl. "Don't worry. The dark angst of being me in a city not my own will take over soon enough."

She took the sandwiches. "Aw, Delmar... thank you. I can guarantee I'll be back a lot and I just know this will be incredible."

"Oh good, because you've already charmed my sandwich guy with your smile so that he likes you more than me, next my aunt will prefer you to me and I can't handle that," Peter said, bumping his shoulder against hers as they headed out of the shop and back to the school. Peter didn't actually mind that Delmar liked her so much because if she met enough people who liked her then maybe she wouldn't hate it here.

"I guess I'll have to meet your aunt soon," Peyton teased, bumping him back. "So can we find a quiet place to sit and eat these before you drag me back to that school?"

She wasn't minding going back as much as she normally would have. Peter was good company and he was showing her a side of the Big Apple she really hadn't imagined.

"You should definitely come over for dinner some night," Peter said with a nod. Aunt May would be thrilled if Peter brought home a friend that wasn't Ned. There would probably be a million questions after about how much he liked Peyton and if he wanted her to be his girlfriend and all that but he could deal.

"And yeah, there's a place I know where we can go to eat, just follow me," he said, turning to take a slightly different way back to school.

"A home cooked meal?" Peyton said. "I'm in." She'd be relatively well-behaved too, she did have some manners after all.

She smiled and followed Peter as he headed off. "Better be a good place," she said. "I have high standards."

"Yeah, my Aunt is a really good cook. She makes the best Italian food," Peter said, the tone of his voice making it clear that he was incredibly fond of his Aunt. She had practically raised him and he knew it hadn't always been easy.

"Well, as long as you're not afraid of heights, I think this will meet them," he said, ducking into a side alley where he could jump up and grab the ladder to a fire escape, his weight pulling it down. "It's got the best view for blocks."

"My dad and I make pizza together when he's home," Peyton offered. "Okay, we put crazy toppings on frozen pizza, but that should totally count."

She watched Peter jump up and pull down the fire escape. Damn, the guy had a better body than she'd realized. So, she maybe stared a little bit longer than she should, sue her. "I'm up for heights," she said following him up. "But I'm not sure what this city really has to offer beyond a lot of really tall buildings."

“I guess you’ll just have to climb up and see,” Peter said, stepping back to gesture up at the building in front of them. Grabbing hold of the ladder he started to climb up. It was almost too easy and almost too slow to do it this way but it’s not like he could just crawl up the side like he normally would.

Once at the top he sat down on the edge and patted the space next to him for her to join.

Peyton flew up the ladder easily and seated herself next to Peter. "Oh wow, this is something else! Who knew the city could look so gorgeous from up here?"

She could see herself sitting up here, listening to her tunes and sketching. Maybe with Peter.

Peter was kind of impressed with how easily she climbed the ladder. Not surprised really because she said she was a cheerleader but still impressed. She looked good doing it which was kind of a weird thing but Peter liked athletic girls. And smart girls. And funny girls. And just... girls. He liked girls.

"Wait, did you just say something complimentary about New York?" he teased, leaning over to bump her shoulder. "Or did I hear that wrong?"

"Shut up," Peyton said easily, bumping him back. "Don't ruin the moment by making me give you a snide comeback. Let's eat our sandwiches and enjoy the view and then I can go back to being all dark and depressing."

“Okay, just making sure that Dark Peyton was going to eventually come back,” Peter said, giving her a sheepish grin. For someone that had thrown him for such a loop earlier in the day he was actually having a really great time with Peyton. Maybe it had something to do with her being new and not much about him yet. If that was the case then this probably wouldn’t last. Although that was really unfair of him to assume she’d do that. He should assume that she wasn’t the type and honestly she did seem like it.

“So how is the sandwich?” he asked, taking a big bite of his.

"Sadly for the world, Dark Peyton is never going to be gone for long," she said. "And don't think that this momentary insanity means I'm going to be all sweetness and light now."

But hey, once Peyton decided someone was a friend, they were a friend. End of story.

She unwrapped the sandwich and sniffed at it before taking a careful bite. "Wow, this is amazing!" She took a bigger bite and closed her eyes as she chewed. "I'm definitely going back there!"

“You know? I kind of like Dark Peyton,” he said around a bite of his own sandwich. It was definitely good but it was obvious that Delmar had made hers just a bit more special. Peter couldn’t blame him, Peyton was kind of charming in a totally... different way than other people were charming.

“It’s okay to be edgy, right? As long as you’re not being edgy to be edgy. Dark Peyton is just you being you,” he said. Also? Bad girls were kind of awesome and she was a good bad girl. Or something.

Peyton lowered her sandwich and stared at him for a moment. "You like Dark Peyton."

All she could do was shake her head, even while a part of her kind of, well, was ridiculously happy that someone liked her however she was - good or bad.

"You definitely are crazy." She shook her head again, then smiled at him. "Lucky for you, I like crazy."

And Peter should be careful or she might just show him how much fun it could be to be bad.

“That’s me, crazy. My nickname is Crazy Parker so you just... watch out,” Peter said, doing his best to give off a crazy vibe which mostly just made him look really, really stupid and he couldn’t help but laugh at that.

“You jus caught me on a boring day, usually I’m like... BASE jumping or bungie jumping off buildings after school.”

"Oh, I see," Peyton said with a grin. "Lucky I caught you on your off day or you'd never have given me the time of day."

She bumped him gently. "Don't do that face around anyone else, it makes you look like a dork. Lucky I like dorks too."

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