A/N: I saw The Amazing Spiderman two weeks ago and I'm officially freaking out. I have an unhealthy obsession about the Peter/Gwen pairing, but most of all I'm completely, hopelessly and utterly obsessed with Andrew Garfield. I've had a crush on him ever since I saw The Social Network but now that I saw him in TASM I'm full-blown obsessed. I've stalked him like a lunatic, seriously.

Okay, so I don't know what this story will be about, I don't even have a story arc or anything planned for this story. Right now it's just drabbles and fluffs about my new favorite pairing. I'm doing this cause I've read every FF story about them and also because I felt that they didn't have enough cute moments in the movie.

By the way, even though I proclaimed Andrew Garfield as my personal property, I'm actually pretty glad him and Emma Stone are a couple in real life. They look extremely cute together! Plus, they're both really awkward and funny and it's always fun to see an awkward couple :P

Enough of my ranting, on to the story/drabble/whatever!

Almost forgot! I own nothing! All the characters belong to Marvel!

GWEN POV:

It was currently 7 p.m. I was in my room, finishing a science paper that was due two weeks from today. I was used to finishing homework ahead of time; I hated procrastinating unlike my boyfriend. He was a master at leaving things for the last minute, and still he managed to keep his grades up and be second in our class (right behind me, of course). That's how smart he was. I smiled at myself. It had to be the 50th time today that I had catched myself thinking about Peter. I just couldn't help myself, I mean, how could I not think of him if he had basically changed my life? Ever since I saw him take a beating from some guy named Flash just because he wouldn't take a picture of a kid being tortured at school I knew he was special.

A slight thud outside my window brought me back to my senses, followed by the slight rasping sound my window made as it was being pushed open. I turned in my seat and felt a smile spread across my face as I saw Peter gracefully flinging himself inside my room. He had a smile on his face, too.

"Hey". He said, pulling me into a standing position so we could face each other. He planted a light kiss on my forehead and laced our fingers together.

"Hey." I replied as I inspected him, looking for injuries as usual. It had become a habit of mine, product of being Spider-Man's girlfriend. Peter chuckled. "Why are you laughing?" I asked with a slight giggle.

He used his free hand to stroke my check as he spoke. "I know what you're doing." He chuckled again. God, he had to be the most adorable person on Earth. "I'm not hurt, I promise."

"Oh."I stifled a laugh as I felt a slight blush coloring my cheeks. "You didn't fight anyone on your way here?" I used my own free hand to stroke his arm. I could feel all his well-toned muscles since he was wearing his spandex suit.

He shook his head indicating a 'no'. "All the streets on my way here were clear." He smiled down at me. "I just came by to say hello and hang out for a while." His eyes bore into mine. His gaze was innocent, but at the same time I could sense a hidden passion that only I could notice. To everyone else, Peter Parker was the nerdy dork that lived with his aunt and never hurt anyone (except for his little episode in the gym where he literally destroyed the basketball ring), but I knew him so much better than that. Yes, he was a little nerdy and he did live with his aunt May, but he was also the bravest and most noble person I had ever met. He was a hero, after all.

"Gwen?" I realized he had been talking to me and I wasn't listening.

"Yeah? Sorry, I didn't mean to zone-out." I apologized and felt the blush coming back up.

His eyebrows pulled together and for a second he looked slightly worried. "Is everything okay?" He asked. He was sitting in my bed now. I was leaning against my desk.

"Yeah, of course it is." I replied quickly and added an honest smile. Ever since my father had died and Peter and I had gotten back together he was constantly worried about me. It was all part of his guilt for bailing on me when I needed him the most, and even though I had told him about a million times that I understood why he did it, he still felt bad. I sat down next to him and laid my head on his shoulder. "Are you staying for dinner?"

"Actually, I promised Aunt May I'd be home for dinner." He shot me an apologetic look. "She's making meat loaf." We both laughed when he said that. Aunt May's meat loaf was terrible, but it reminded her of Peter's dead uncle, Ben.

"Then you should probably go soon. You don't want to keep Aunt May waiting." I said. He put his arms around me and held me close.

"In a minute." He said and then touched his lips to mine ever so softly. I loved it when he did that, like he was teasing me. I responded by leaning forward and closing the gap between us. He kissed me harder now, but still softly. After a few seconds he pulled away, but stayed close enough so our foreheads were touching. "If you want, I can come by afterwards." He mumbled.

"Mmm… Okay." I whispered. We were so close that his breath tickled my face. It was distracting, to say the least. My hands were around his neck and my fingers were tangled in his hair.

Peter pressed me up against him lightly and pressed his lips to mine again. This time he kissed me more passionately than before. This is what I mean when I say I know him better than everyone else. Peter looks like he couldn't handle being close to a girl, but when we're together all the shyness goes away. That's what I like so much about him, among other things obviously. But this particular aspect of his personality is something I find incredibly amazing. He's the sweetest, kindest, and most humble person you can think of ever meeting, but at the same time he can be spontaneous and wild if he wants to.

We kissed for a couple of minutes until I unwillingly pulled away. "Aunt May's waiting for you, Pete." I said. I couldn't help but smile at him when he grunted and stood up. "You don't want her to be mad, do you?" I laughed. He joined in and chuckled a little.

"You're right." He shook his head a couple of times. "You have to stop distracting me like that, Gwen!" He shot me a playful glare.

I sighed, playing along. "Fine." I held my hands up as a sign of surrender. "I guess I'll have to stop."

"Please don't." He looked at me with wide eyes. His expression reflected pure terror. I laughed harder and he pulled me to his arms again. "Seriously, don't." He gave me a chaste kiss and moved to my window. He had one leg out and turned his head to look at me. "I'll be back later."

"I'll be waiting." I said in a sing-song voice and smiled. He pulled his mask on and jumped off the fire escape. I ran to the window in time to see him shoot out a web rope from one of his web shooters and swing away into the city.

I had dinner with my mom and my two little brothers. It was nothing special, just a regular day with my family. My mom asked about school, and Peter. My little brothers chose that moment to make fun of me by singing 'Peter and Gwenie sitting in a tree…". To that I just rolled my eyes.

Ever since Peter and I had gotten back together a few weeks ago, my mom had been keeping close tabs on our relationship. I couldn't exactly blame her for she'd had to endure my depression when we had been apart. I cried every single day, that with my dad dying the same day had marked the darkest period of my life.

I still wasn't entirely over the fact that my dad had died, I guess no one ever gets over something like that, but it didn't hurt so much to think about it anymore. I guess that with everything that was going on with my life lately, I had successfully distracted my mind enough to push away the desire to break down and cry every time I saw a police cruise on the street.

After dinner, I went back to my room to wait for Peter's call or text. Sometimes he just showed up without bothering to call. Not that I complained, but because of that he had already scared me half to death a couple of times and walked in on me changing once. He swore he didn't see me in my underwear, but I'm pretty sure he was just being a gentleman about it.

It was already 10:30 p.m. and there were no signs of Peter. I started organizing my room a bit, not that it was a mess but a few things were out of place and I put them back. Again, Peter's doing. He enjoyed misplacing things around my room when he thought I wasn't looking. I asked him about it one day and he said my room was 'too tidy'. He also said he did that to see if I would notice which of course, I did.

At about 10:47, I got a text from Peter saying: gonna take me a little while to get there. Ran into a few burglars.

I sighed and plopped myself on my bed. I decided to call my friend Evelyn or "Eevie" for short. I had promised to call her today, but had completely forgotten about it. After chatting with her for about an hour, we hung up and I checked my cell for possible missed calls or texts. Nothing. The meant he was still out there fighting crime. I rolled my chair up to my window and sat there with my cell on my lap and waited.

A/N: I wasn't going to cut the story here, but it was getting late and I was getting kind o f sleepy. Also, I want to see how you people react to my writing to see if I should go on or find another hobby! :P

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