Title - - "Dating the Amazing Spider-Man"

Sum - - Kitty Pryde has always liked Peter Parker, one day she decides to act on her crush.

Disclaimer - - I don't own the comic book nor the characters of the "Spider-man universe". I own most of the books! - - get shot by the copyright lawyers- - But . . . not in the same fashion that Marvel owns it.

((IMPORTANT NOTE:)) This is based in the Universe of the Ultimate Spider-man comics.

Chapter One - - "Phone call"

6/ 4/ 09

Dear Diary,

Hey, it's me again . . . so today is the day! I'm finally gonna gather up the courage to call him. I've been such as spaz lately! Even now I can hear my heart pounding in my ears . . . I mean I've battled Magneto for God's sake! I just like him sooooooo much. . . .honestly I dunno what my damage is, it's taken me this long just to admit that I like him and I mean REALLY like him. He's such a super smart, incredibly sweet, absolutely loveable guy and when I think of him . . . it's like a mass of butterflies that've just finished going through their metamorphosis and are pushing away and leaving behind their chrysalis, flapping their wings, and fluttering toward the sky.

God.

I. can't. believe. I. just. said. that.

I'm such a colossal uber-nerd. Whatever. I'm so done here.

I so cannot do this. I undoubtedly and undeniably just can't do this!

I closed my eyes and tried to breathe through my nose, it's was a lot hard than it should have been, but nevertheless I kept trying. There I was sitting on the edge of my bed chewing a hole right through my bottom lip, trembling at the thought of calling this incredible nice guy. I slowly opened one eye, and peek over to look at Jean. She had this completely earnest encouraging look plastered on her face. Go on, you can do it. She calmly said without speaking a single word. Although I applaud her mutant abilities such as her telepathy, I honestly hate it when she does that.

"What's the worst thing that can happen?" Ororo asked, placing the phone in my hand.

I blew a loose strand of hair from my face, and a few more of the chocolate brown strands fell in its place. I collected them and pulled them behind my ear, "He could say no." I mumbled. "It's not out of the realm of possibilities."

Jean took the phone from my hand; her fingers quickly danced over the keypad, and then pressed it to my ear. "Jean!" I hissed glaring through my screen of brown hair. She silenced me with the swift movement of her finger to her lips.

I gulped loudly and tried to swallow the dry knot that had formed in the base of my throat. It burned, and painfully so – like an itch that needed to be scratched. "could you connect me to Peter Parker, please?" I asked after a blatant five minutes of the operator asking me who I wanted her to connect me to.

First ring. Second ring. Third ring.

"Yello, Parker residence."

I hung up.

I sighed loudly then allowed my head to slowly droop into the palm of my hands. If there had ever been a time for phasing through something . . . this was definitely the time.

Jean whistled, "nice one."

"Shut up!" I grumbled through my hands. I didn't pull my face from them, I merely "reflected" on my current situation and allowed my mind to wander and contemplate the various methods for strangling someone.

"Now, that wasn't very nice." Jean commented, obviously reading my mind.

I didn't apologize.

"In my country, 'hello' is a nice way to- -" Ororo began, with slight humor in her tone.

"Leave!"

The two women shuffled out of the room with a pair of identical smiles on their faces. Alright, so my communication skills needed a little work. No one was perfect. I pressed re-dial and attempted the call again.

"Hello?" the voice asked, with a hint of irritation.

"Uh, hi, is this Peter Parker?"

"Yes." He said, still obviously irritated.

"This is. . . Kitty Pryde." I stammered, "uh, do you remember me?"

"How did you get this number?"

At first I was a little hurt by the question. He would most definitely think I was some strange stocker girl now, if he didn't already. I tried to be reasonable, and think about from his perspective. It was sort of creepy.

"Information." Now, I had reached an all time low.

"Oh." That's all he could manage.

"Um, yeah, sorry to just call you out of the blue and all but I was wondering. . ." I trailed off into silence.

After a few minutes he finally spoke up. "Hello?"

I wanted this torture to be over! Why couldn't I just ask him a simple question? Why was this taking so much effort? "What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Uh, school." He said dryly.

Duh, idiot! I knew that.

"I mean, like, after that."

"Why? Is everything okay?" pure concern lingered in his voice now.

"Yeah. No. What?" I was so confused. Honestly, at this point my mouth had established a mind of its own.

"Is there something going on with Wolverine again, or- -"

"No, no, no this is, um, like, I'm asking if you want to hang out with me, like, uh, after school." There! I'd finally said it. Now, that the hard part was done, here comes the rejection.

He took a deliberate pause. "With the X-men?"

I moved the phone from my ear. Okay, I guess the hard part wasn't over with yet. I rubbed the back of my neck continuously. Oh, boy. This was just great.

"Uh, no. Just . . . me." I said meekly. Now fully anticipating the wave of rejection.

He seemed shocked. "Like for fun?"

"Yeah."

Again shocked. "Really?"

I smiled at his tone. "Yeah."

"Uh, yeah. . .Yeah!"

"Really?" now it was my turn to be shocked.

"Yeah."

I thought for a moment then scowled. "You don't have a girlfriend do you?"

"No." he practically laughed.

"You promise?" I asked skeptically.

"I did, but I don't anymore. It's a long story, but no I do NOT have a girlfriend."

Now I could laugh. And I did, an honest true genuine laugh. "Man, I'm sorry I worded it that way. I was just. . . you know bad experiences."

"No! It's okay. I under- -" he said quickly

"What time do you get out of class?" I asked matching the speed of his own voice.

"Like 3:30."

"You want to meet there or- - "

"Yeah, sure, yeah."

"Okay." I was mentally dancing around right now.

"Hey, um, don't- - "

Uh oh. It was almost as bad as the dreaded "but".

"What?" I tried not to add any extra emotion to my voice.

"Don't come in costume or anything. Or uniform or whatever you guys call what you- -"

Oh, that all he wanted to insure? What a relief.

"Oh, I know that. . .like duh." I added a girlish giggle on the end.

"Okay, just making sure. I've had some close calls and- - "

I laughed again. "Yeah, I was there for a couple of them."

He scoffed. "That is true." He was holding back a smile.

"So, um, 3:30 where?" I wanted to change the subject, dwelling on past events wasn't something I enjoyed doing.

"Midtown High. In Queens." He said a little sheepishly. I wonder why.

"Okay."

"Okay. Um, Kitty?"

"Yeah?" I responded.

"Thanks for – thanks for calling like this. This was pretty cool of you."

We ended it there causally. No awkward goodbyes. Which was just perfect! If I'd known that he was going to take it so well, I wouldn't have stressed over the whole phone deal in the first place. Thinking back on it now just seemed childish.

I whipped out my diary from under my pillow and with exaggerated giddiness I started writing again. Only this time a newspaper clipping with a picture of the web-slinging spider-man was going to be glued to the next page.

God. I can't wait until tomorrow.