Hey guys! So I haven't written in a while, so I just had to write this down after seeing The Amazing Spider-Man twice in a 24-hour period. I hope you guys like it! Please tell me what you think! I have some ideas for the next few chapters, but ideas are welcomed! Thanks!
A smile played on my lips. Part of me was wondering if I imagined Peter leaning forward to whisper something to me. But I knew it happened, I could hear Peter returning to his previous position in his seat, shuffling to get comfortable. I was so acutely aware of his presence, right behind me. Even more so now than this morning. It was hard to stay away from him, but I knew he wasn't going to betray my father's dying wish, so I had let it go. Actually, the more appropriate term would be tried. I tried to let it go. I just couldn't get Peter Parker out of my mind.
Ever since the OSCORP tower incident, I haven't been able to sleep. I just gazed out my window, hoping he would spectacularly come out of nowhere. Or even a small glimpse of him swinging by would have sufficed. But I saw nothing. The rational part of me was saying that he was recovering from his injuries. As far as I know, he had a ton. I had to learn that he was shot in the leg from one of my father's old friends in the police force. I was infuriated that he wouldn't tell me something like this, until it dawned on me that we haven't been speaking. No, he was avoiding me. It was bad enough that I lost my father, but I also lost Peter. He wouldn't speak to me after he told me he couldn't be with me.
I took a few deep breaths. I was in school, and I had grades to maintain. The teacher was teaching a lesson about something or another, honestly I wasn't paying attention to that. The more pressing matter on my mind was Peter; I could feel him staring at the back of my head. I wanted to know what exactly he meant by those are the best kinds. Promises you never intended to keep? Well, he intended to keep my father's promise. I knew that because why else would I be so on edge right now? If he never intended to keep that promise, I wouldn't be sitting here, sleep deprived and worried. Unless...unless, he felt the same way. He found out how hard keeping that promise, and staying away from me was. That he wasn't going to try and keep my father's promise anymore. That he wanted to be with me. My heart leaped, and another smile crossed my face. But then my rational mind took over, and my smile faded. Why wouldn't he just say that then? Say how obviously hard this was for both of us? Tell me he wants to be with me?
The sound of the school bell buzzed me out of my thoughts. Did I really just zone out for an hour? I looked down at my notebook on my desk; completely blank. Oh great, I didn't take notes. I started throwing all of my things into my bag, trying to get a grip on my dissociative moment during class.
I heard the desk behind me scrape against the floor of the room, and I briefly stopped. What was I going to do? Was he going to explain what he meant by 'those are the best kinds'? Or should I say something? Or nothing? I straightened in my chair as I watched Peter Parker walk out of the classroom, turning right down the now bustling hallway. I just sat there, not knowing what to do, until I noticed I was the last in the classroom. Hurriedly, I grabbed my bag and walked right out of the door, making a left towards my locker. I had to get a grip, or I wouldn't have any notes today. I pushed all thoughts from my mind as I opened my locker, throwing in my notebook from my last class in. I grabbed my advanced calculus book, yet before I could shut my locker, I stopped. I felt that tingling feeling again. I instantly knew Peter was watching me, I could feel his stare on the back of my head. I turned around slowly. Indeed he was watching me with a confused stare, with his locker standing wide open. Once he saw me see him, he looked away and shut his locker a little more forcefully than probably needed, walking down the hall, away from me.
I stood there confused; didn't he walk in the opposite direction than me while leaving class? I was so sure of it, so he either walked back and I didn't notice, or he walked really really fast around the entirety of the school. I shook my head and closed my locker softly, leaning up against it for a moment, catching my breath. Pushing off from my locker, I headed in the opposite direction of Peter.
I'd been sitting in my bedroom, staring at my computer for I don't know how long. My internship was on hold while they rebuilt OSCORP tower, so I came home right after school. My family hasn't quite been the same lately. When I got home, I glimpsed my mother crying at the dining room table, in my father's seat, before I scurried into my room. She looked so frail. I didn't have the strength to go in and comfort her. My brothers have been good; they haven't been fighting each other as much, afraid they would upset Mom. When I last checked, they were doing homework in their room quietly.
When my Mom called us to dinner, we all sat down, trying not to notice the empty seat at the end of the table. My brothers talked of their day, like we were going about business normally. It helped to somewhat settle the cascading sadness that was looming over our apartment. We all helped clean up the dishes from our meal, and afterwards, my brothers dispersed into their own rooms to do homework, while my Mom disappeared into her bedroom. I walked slowly back to my room, knowing I had homework, but not really feeling like doing it. I couldn't shake my thoughts from Peter.
I had probably gone through every worst-case scenario with him and of that, I knew two things. One, I couldn't see him hurt, either by himself or inflicted while he was Spider-Man. He had to be safe. And two, I loved him. It was the only explanation that could possibly explain my feelings. It was this realization that I knew that I couldn't live with my father's wishes. I understand it was his last resort to try and protect me, but it is my life. I needed to grow up and not count on my father's protection. I needed to live my life how I wanted, and make those decisions on my own.
I started at the sound of a rasping at my window. I knew it was him before I turned around. Who else would climb twenty stories on a fire escape? I stood up and turned towards my window, catching the unmistakable eyes of one Peter Parker.