This story came to me today and I just had a quick passion to write it. I know its not much but its only the beginning.
Peter Parker awoke to hot sun glistening down on his smooth chest. Today was a new day, with new criminals, and a fun freaking new rollercoaster of emotions. He wondered how today would be, good or bad, or a pinch of both. Slowly and painfully he pulled himself together long enough to get up and get dressed. It was monday...another whole week to go.
Hmm it was the beginning of May and the school year was almost over. Exams were coming up and everything was going smoothly. The grades on his report card were mostly A's but a few B's have been popping in and out, every time and again.
"Breakfast" a sweet old voice called from below. "Okay grandma!" he called out, coming his hair to the side. Come on day, put up your best fight grabbing his backpack he headed out the door and slid down the railing into the small kitchen.
"Hey Grandma" he smiled as he gave the baby soft cheek a kiss.
"Now Peter, make sure to come back home after school because I will be out and i dont want anyone breaking into the house while im gone"
"But grand, i have the keys to the house"
"Yah I know, but you know how the dirty scums are in this neighborhood...dispicable" She tilted her head down as she poured him a small glass of orange juice.
"Okay, ill try my hardest" the two smiled at each other, he could never let her down, she's all hes got.
Sitting at the table, he couldn't help but day dream off. It seemed as if every morning was like this, wondering, planing out what his day might be instead of what it was going to be. He hadn't noticed the huge amount of pancakes he had consumed in less than 10 minutes until he was brought back into reality.
"Hungry are we" his grandma smiled. "Thats how you've always been, and i still dont know how you keep it from showing"
"Practice, grandma, practice" "Well I have to go, see ya later grams" kissing her on the cheek the last time, he rushed out of the house. Maybe he would have some luck and catch the bus, and as he wished it came true. No one on the bus really paid any attention to him, finally it was a regular day, though Mary Jane was no where to be seen.
The day at school had been average so far, go in class, get worksheet, turn in, pop quiz, turn in, write down homework and leave. Sighing he headed to his locker maybe he might catch sight of a well known red hed around there. To his luck again, there she was bending over the water fountain. Oh how he wished, she was his. This crush had gone on so long he didnt know if he could take it anymore.
Making his way over to her he breathed heavily, this was it, today was the day he would tell her how he felt. It was a good 5 feet in front of him and he knew it would feel like a mile. Quickly, he slammed the locker shut and began walking over. "Hey Marr" before he could finish the sight in front of him stopped him dead in his tracks. A mysterious man came up next to her, and yanked her into a playful kiss...on the lips.
"Oh HEY Peter" she turned around, arm held tight around her waist. "This is my new boyfriend, Steve" she smiled, that wide beautiful grin, so blind to what he was just about to do. "I see that" he blinked hard gulping down all the confidence he had just built up.
That instant felt like a punch headed straight for his windpipe. This seemingly perfect day so far had just been ruined by a measly couple of seconds. "Well, um I better get to my um, german class" he turned around so fast that he almost fell. But inspite of that he kept his head held high and walked off trying his hardest not to look back.
He caught sight of the small doorway as he approached it, but it was suddenly knocked out of view. "Hey Parker, watch where your going...dumbass" a large, angry, familiar face barked at him. "SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS" he pushed the muscley armed man out of his way and headed inside. Boy did that feel great, but still he felt horrible.
Why did he have to like that girl so much, how come he never found anyone else.Why her off all people, popular, pretty, liked by everyone. There was plenty of girls like that around just turn your head to the right and you will mostly likey see one of them. He was sick of liking her, always chasing after her, hoping that one day she would just notice him.
These past few weeks, he had been acting very different. His mood changed from happy old peter to boring, almost angry peter. Though he never showed it to anyone he felt it every minute he breathed. The facade he was putting on would only last for so long. Every night he laid there, in a dreamless reality thinking about bits and peices of his life. He tried to come up with solutions to fix them, but none seemed to work out.
Being Spiderman is fun, exciting right? Wrong! it sucked, he was pictured as being the bad guy all of the sudden, in tabloids and by his fellow classmates. He hated hearing all the bad remarks and having to stand there and take it. Plus the only action he had been getting latley was from little boys running off with a little girls purse and throwing the kitten stickers everywhere. Woah was that a tough job huh?
A sudden feeling of lonliness came over him and he had no clue of how to deal with it. Yah he seemed fine at school but once he got home it all changed. He was alone, bored, uncaring, and hated himself. When he looked in the mirror he saw someone ugly, boring, and not worthy of life.
He knew he was going to come out of it...eventually, but right now all he could think about was hate, towards himself, inside and out. Finally the final school bell had rung, as he packed up his stuff, he wondered what was to await him on the fantastic world of the internet. He liked watching bits on himself, or maybe just reading some interesting stories on fanfiction. :) ...about favorite movies of his, it was always interesting to look at another persons point of view.
As usual, he came home on time, surfed the internet and ate dinner. And for the first time in a week, he feel asleep to the sound of the tv and awoke a minute before his alarm the next day. As he was getting dressed he realised what day it was. OH shit he muttered yanking on his socks and running down stairs.
"Hi grandma, bye grandma" he grabbed a peice of butterd toast in his mouth and rushed to yank on his shoes.
"Where are you off to this morning?"
"I'll tell you later, cant talk now"
He ran out of the door, and across the street. Today was a special day, not just to him, but to his grandma as well. It was mothers day, and even though techniquely she is not his mother he still treated her as if she was. He wanted this day to perfect and because he had buisness to deal with after school, this was the only time he was able to buy her a gift.
Rushing in and out of the store, he had no time, he had to get to school. Sweat built up in the back of his hair, but he kept running. All of the sudden his feet gave out below him and a big crash was felt throughout his body. Looking down he noticed a man below him sprawled out on the floor. Quickly he got up and dusted himself. "Im so sorry" he watched the man below him to see if he was alright.
Reaching out his hand to help, he noticed something strange about the man. On the mans knuckles were blades, and the top blood trickled out, slightly. "Oh my god are you alright" he rushed down but the knives, or blades, whatever they were quickly vanished.
"Yah im fine" a scratchy voice replied. The mans strange and unfamilar face worried him a bit, but he looked as if he meant no harm. "Im so sorry" he repeated, this time to the mans face. "Thats alright, I was a little out of it there myself too" he smirked a bit and glanced down at bag on the floor. "Oh you dropped this" Peter thankfully grabbed it and took one final glance.
He wanted to stay there and maybe talk a bit, but right now he was one minute late. "Wait" the man called from behind him. "Whats your name?"
"Oh um Peter" he smiled, really shocked that the man hadn't beat the crap out of him for pushing him onto the dirty sidewalk.
Not knowing how it came out he asked "Whats yours?" "Wolverine" he smirked dusting off his shoulder.
Peter knew from then on, that this mans face and voice would be in his memory, for at least a couple of weeks. He had one of the unforgetable aora's. "Well nice bumping into you Peter, hope to see you around" the man smiled and walked off in the opposite direction. "YOU TOO" Peter called out still surprised at the mans strange reaction. The back of his hand was shown in response and Peter took that as an YEP.
SHIT!! he swirled back around and began running down the street again.
Suddenly his lonliness and depression seemed to disappear if only for a second. It was odd how a complete stranger and a small amount of politness could brighten up his day.
Yah, really im not a very good writer, I WISH I could do better on spreading it out but its really really hard for me, Im trying. I just have ideas and try to put them on electronic paper as best I can. Please dont be so harsh. But I hope you liked the begining of it so far. Its not much, but I promise it will get more to the point as it progresses. PLEASE REVIEW, BECAUSE IF NO ONE DOES I WILL HAVE TO DELETE IT :(