“H…hi… I’m…I’m Peter… you know… um… I’ve sat behind you… this… entire year…in…in Trig… and I was just… wondering…sh…fck. Lame. Peter. That’s so lame. God. Can’t you talk like a human fcking being? Instead I’m here… in my room… talking to myself in a mirror practicing how I’m going to ask this girl out who has no idea I exist… why… why am I even trying… and I’m still… just talking to myself… great… yeah… perfect…”
That was a snippet. A tiny snippet of what felt like every single fcking day of Peter’s life. It was hard living up to the “Parker” legacy. You know… the “confidence” legacy. The smarts - Peter had. Ask him to build a piezoelectric transducer - give him a day. Week max. Ask him to talk normally to human being… well… give him a century. No really. It’s not that he was shy. He wasn’t. He was just… socially awkward. And nobody really… understood. Like… just look at his family - seriously.
His dad… might not be the greatest guy in the world, but at least he had the guts to say what was on his mind. Peter couldn’t even do that… His mom, on the other hand, was an actress the entire world adored. So if someone knew how to play the room, it was her. And honestly, with how his dad acted, he needed someone as charming as his mom. Then you had his older sister, who definitely took after their parents. And even his little sisters knew how to command the room and they were 9… yep… they were 9 and they scared the hell out of him sometimes.
And it wasn’t even just them. Even his extended family was like that. Confident. Socially graceful. Jezebel, for example. She tried to make him feel better at one point saying she used to be a people pleaser but come on Aunt Jez, she literally heads an entire company of assholes and does it with ease. Practice makes Perfect OKAY JEZ HE’S ALREADY 18 AND HE CAN BARELY TALK TO THE FEMALE SPECIES WITHOUT TRIPPING OVER HIS WORDS. And don’t even get him started on the Pierce family. Or worse, the DeLoughrey’s.
So there you had it. Peter was the oddball out.
“Dude. Duuuuuuude. DUDE.”
Peter felt something hit his head and snapped out his eternal mind fck. Blinking a few times to get a sense of what was going on, he found himself sitting in the back of a black range rover - two of his friends laughing in the front seats staring back at him. Right - Senior Trip. Peter Parker and his five closest friends had decided (and by decided, Peter means 4 of them decided and forced Peter to come with) that this was the best way to spend their last months of freedom before college started. This. This being skiing. Did you know what Peter never really learned? How to ski. So yeah… yeah… that was how today was going.
“Are you still thinking about Sarah. Dude droopppp it. It’s fine. Guess what. You’re a new person for the next two months. Forget Peter Parker who can’t even say a word to Sarah Miller before the last bell rings. For the next two months you are… Chad…”
“Chad Beckham. Tell people your David Beckham’s nephew or something. Forget Peter. And go fck around.”
“sigh really guys? Why wouldn’t I just say I was Daniel and Valerie Parker’s son if I wanted to be related to famous people.”
“Yeah you tried that for the past 4 years and where did it get you.”
“Ignore him. It’s okay Petey, we’ll get you laid in the next two months. Just be Chad. Be someone else. This trip is a chance for you to forget Peter and figure out who the new you is before you run off to MIT with all the other nerds.”
Peter didn’t even have a chance to defend himself before Arnie cut him off.
“Nope, stop arguing. Come on. Derek and Tris already left like 5 minutes ago to check us in while you spaced out. Come on we gotta get this shit to our room.”
Yep. This was great.
This is exactly what Peter wanted to be doing. Okay fine not really but… he’ll get over it. And it’s not like his friends were going to let him not come on this trip so yeah… he’ll figure it out. He always does… or rather… he tries. After all, that’s exactly what Peter was doing right now, lugging his suitcase and duffle towards the check in while mentally… “dealing” with it. Peter had spent 4 years at Cerulean High… accomplishing nothing with his social life… and maybe his friends were right. Maybe he needed to snap out of this haze he was in. Maybe he needed to be someone else while he was here. Maybe…
What was he thinking?
Peter was definitely thinking something but that… fell out of his mind the moment his eyes landed on this… girl.
Yes. It’s fcking cliche… and no… his heart did not skip a beat. He did not just fall in love with a stranger. This was not a romantic comedy. She was just… probably the prettiest girl Peter had ever seen in his life. She was just pretty. You know… so pretty that Peter found his legs moving to get a better view of this girl…
…and of course… he wasn’t exactly watching where he was going…
And of course again… Peter walked right into a luggage cart, trampling over it causing both… himself and about 8 pieces of luggage to drop to the floor. Yep… this was the cumulation of his life wasn’t it? Him staring at the ceiling - embarrassed as all fck… not even trying anymore to look in the direction of that girl because she was PROBABLY laughing just like his friends were as they helped him up.
How fcking perfectly perfect it is to be Peter Parker.
At the very least, an hour later, he found a small mental break in the shower. His friends had decided to go check out the slopes, annnnd Peter… stayed back. Again - he doesn’t know how to ski. But sooner or later… his friends will drag him up there. But now… isn’t that moment.
Turning the water off, Peter tried to grab a towel. Tried being the operative word. Tried because instead of finding a towel where he left his towel, he found a note from Derek that said “THIS IS FOR BEING A JERK AND NOT COMING WITH US”.
Great.
Great.
Yep.
They had taken all the towels.
Of course they had.
Trying to just… remove all the water he could from his body (yes he did a little shaking dance), Peter carefully made his way to the bedroom where… of course… his luggage was missing.
He just…adored his friends. Mmhmm. He definitely wasn’t going to murder them in their sleep. Not at all… not… at… all.
With a sigh, Peter opened the bedroom door to go to the shared lounge area of the room they were all sharing. Yes they were in a very expensive… very fancy… resort room. They layout of their room had 3 bedrooms, with 2 of them sharing with twin beds and Derek who snored like a trucker getting his own room because no one was going to deal that. And then, there was also a shared living room with a tv and couch and a small kitchen area and bar. Anyways, Peter knew his luggage had to be in one of the other’s bedrooms… or at the very least, he could snag a towel from one of their rooms.
That was the plan at least.
Yes he was… completely wet and naked walking out of his bedroom with his… you know… swinging side to side…but…no one was there.
It would be fine.
Well…
It wasn’t fine.
And why wasn’t it fine? You might be asking. Well…
The moment Peter was about half way across the lounge, right next to the couch, in his route towards Derek’s room - the front door opened.
And no.
No it wasn’t one of those idiots. Which would have been fine. Not ideal, but fine.
Nope.
It was a girl.
Not just a girl. Nope… with his luck, why would it be? Nope…
It was the girl he saw before.
And so, there Peter Parker was, standing completely naked… in front of the prettiest girl he had ever seen before. And that’s when the panic set in.
Shit.
@novella - The prettiest girl he’s ever seen 
@astxrism - “Deloughrey’s” generally mentioned
@Littlefeets - Jez mentioned
@CerealKiller - Val mentioned and all Val and Dan’s kids
Note: Okay not my best work but I’m trying to get back into writing so forgive me ella