Peter looks over at his phone that starts ringing, he shakes his head seeing it was an unknown caller ID and let it go to speed dial as he continued packing for the trip.

" He still keeps on calling you?" Bella, who walked into his room after getting dressed for the day, asked.

He looks over at her, blushing faintly whenever he realized she was wearing one of his sweatshirts. " Um, yeah. He does."

" Same here." Bella sighs while she closes her suitcase that was nearby Peter's door. She super sped over to her house and got everything she needed for the trip so that they could just head to the school together without going anywhere.

Bella looks over at Peter, realizing that he was staring at her and she stared back at him with an innocent look as she puts her hands in the pocket of Peter's sweatshirt. " What?"

" T-that's my sweatshirt." he pointed out and she looked down at what she was wearing and a light blush covered her cheeks as she looks back at him.

" Um, y-yeah." she nervously said. " I can take it off." she then goes to take it off but stops when Peter yells.

" No!" Peter quickly yelled, not meaning to raise his voice and she looked back at him. He swallows nervously. " Y-you don't have to. You can wear it if you want."

Bella smiles at him and his heart skipped a beat. Why did she have to look so cute in his sweatshirt?

" Thanks." she put the sweatshirt down and walked over to him. He pulled his sock bin from out under his bed and then tossed a few pairs into his suitcase.

She looks over at his suit that was hanging in his closet. " Are you gonna bring it?"

" What?" Peter looks up at her with confusion.

" Your suit." Bella points at it and he looks over at it. He stares at it for a moment and then shakes his head.

The two both look over whenever they hear May ask," Hungry?"

They're both shocked whenever a banana suddenly hits Peter in the face. Bella blinks as if she didn't realize what just happen while Peter raises his hand and presses it against his cheek where the banana hit him.

Bella had to admit it was pretty funny and she chuckled. Peter looked over at her as if he was offended that she was laughing at what just happened.

He looked at May with wide eyes. May's eyes widened as she covered her mouth to stop from laughing. " So sorry. I thought you'd sense that with your Peter-Tingle."

Bella's laughter increased as she says that. " Peter-Tingle?" she asked, not being able to contain her laughter.

Peter closed his eyes in annoyance.
" Please do not start calling it Peter-Tingle."

He opened his eyes and looked at Bella. " And it's not funny, so stop laughing."

Bella's laughter died down, but she still chuckled. " It's a little funny."

Peter shook his head. " Not funny at all."

May smiles at them, her smile growing as she noticed Bella was wearing Peter's sweatshirt. " So, what's up? You can dodge bullets but not bananas?" she asks as she steps further into the room.

" No, I just really need this vacation." Peter tells her. " I need a break."

" We both need a break." Bella adds.

May hugged Peter. " You deserve it." she then moved to hug Bella and Bella smiled as she hugged May back. " You too, Bella."

" Take care of him for me will you?" May asks her and she nods.

" Don't worry, May. I'm sure we will be fine. We got Peter's Peter-Tingle to protect us." she teases and he groans in annoyance while May chuckles.

May smiled and went to turn to leave the room, but when she reached the door she turned to face Peter. " You know, you should pack your suit. Just in case. I have a tingle about it."

" Please stop saying tingle, May!" Peter called out to her while shutting his eyes, more embarrassed this time.

Bella looks at the suit and then looks back at Peter. " You sure you don't wanna bring it?"

He looks back at her, then at the suit. He shakes his head as he closed his closet. " No."

Bella turns around and points at the suit in the glass case. " How 'bout that one?"

He stares at it, thinking for a moment before he says, " No," he shakes his head. " No, I'm not."

She watched silently as Peter closed his suitcase, zipped it up, and placed it at the end of his bed. 

****

Now they were on the plane and Bella and Vivian were walking down the aisle to their chairs.

 " I'm so excited." Vivian smiles as she looks away from the window and at Bella. She looks at the sweatshirt she was wearing. " And I can't believe you're wearing his sweatshirt."

Bella shrugs her shoulders. " He said I could wear it." she looks down, liking how the sleeves were just a bit longer than her arms and she puts her hands in her pockets as she looks over at Vivian.

" Besides, I like it. It's comfy." she tells her and Vivian rolls her eyes with a smile on her lips.

" Yo, Parker," the two of them, along with Peter, Ned, and MJ who happened to be walking down the aisle, look over to see Flash who stood on the other aisle with a glass of champagne. " This is called an airplane. It's like the buses you're used to, except it flies over the poor neighborhoods instead of driving through them."

Bella frowned as he said that. She went to open her mouth to say a snarky comment his way, but MJ beat her to it. " Ma'am." the flight attendant next to Flash looked over at her. " He blipped, so technically he's still sixteen. Not twenty-one."

" I'll take that." the flight attendant says as she takes the glass away from Flash.

Bella chuckled. " Might wanna try that again in a few more years."

Flash grumbled. " They're lying! I don't even know who they are!" he said and then tried chasing down the flight attendant. 

Brad Davis, one of the kids that didn't blip, smiled down at Ned and Peter.
" Class MJ and Bella, right?"

Peter narrowed his eyes at him and then watched as he moved out of earshot. " Did you know Brad was coming?" he asked they watched Brad talk with the two females. MJ sat next to Betty in the middle row across from Bella and Vivian. 

" It's-it's so weird." Ned said. " Like, one day he's that little kid that cried and got nosebleeds all the time. And suddenly he came and he's totally ripped and super nice and all these girls are after him."

Peter looked over as he watched Harley put Bella's suitcase into an open spot and she smiled at him. Peter frowned. He knew they had some history and he was beginning to think Harley was going to be a flaw of his plan.

Peter looked at him and shook his head. " Not all the girls are after him."

Ned nods. " That's right. Some are after Harley as well."

Peter sent him a look and Ned apologetically smiled at him. " Sorry."

Hearing Bella's laughter and knowing that she was laughing at something that Harley said made him a bit sad and worried. He was happy that at least Harley wasn't sitting next to Bella who was sitting next to Vivian. Those two sat behind MJ, Brad, and Mr. Harrington, and instead, Harley ended up sitting next to Betty and they sat behind Bella and Vivian.

Ned turned to face him. " Anyways, on to more important things. It's a nine-hour flight. We can play Beast Slayers the whole time."

Peter looked at him. " I need your help to sit next to Bella."

Ned sighed, " Seriously?"

Peter nods. " Yes, seriously."

Ned stared at him. " What about our plan? American bachelors in Europe."

" That's your plan," Peter reminded him. " That's a solo plan. C'mon, this is my plan."

Ned looked over his shoulder at everyone then back at Peter.

" Please?" Peter asked him.

Ned sighed once again, leaning his head back against the seat. Once he got up he made his way over to the row that Bella was in.

Bella and Vivian were talking about the trip when they noticed Ned looking at them with a shy smile.

" Hi guys," he waved. " uh, there's an old lady sitting in front of us wearing a crazy amount of perfume, and it's kind of setting off Peter's allergies."

" Um, y'know Vivian, if you could just switch seats with him..." Ned says.

Bella raised an eyebrow. " I don't remember Peter being allergic to perfume."

Ned nods. " Y-yeah, yeah. Um, it makes his eyes water. And he can't really-"

" You're saying Peter has a perfume allergy?" Mr. Harrington suddenly interrupted, looking behind his seat, which was next to Brad and MJ. " I know from experience. Perfume allergies are no joke!"

" I can feel hives breaking out already," Mr. Harrington commented as he stood in the aisle.

He points at Harley. " Get up, get up. Uh, Ned, take Harley's spot." he looks at Vivian. " You're not allergic are you?"

Vivian shakes her head. " No."

Mr. Harrington nods. " Okay, you take Peter's spot, Brad you take Ned's spot and Harley, you take Vivian's spot. MJ you sit next to Betty."

He looks over at Peter. " Peter, come on, let's get you out of here."

Peter frowns as he stands up. Mr. Harrington places a hand on Ned's shoulder. " Ned, thank you for bringing this to my attention. Your safety is responsibility. And...Mr.Dells," he glances over his shoulder seeing that he was already asleep.

Mr. Harrington looks back at Peter.
" Let's go, Peter, let's go!"

Peter grumbled, grabbing his backpack and made his way down the aisle to where his new seat was next to Mr. Harrington. Bella looked over as Harley sat down next to her and he smiled at her. " Hey, Bella."

Peter glances over the seats at them and frowns seeing how the first part of the plan failed and only hoped that the rest of his plan didn't fail as he shrunk down in his seat. 

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