Hey guys, this fanfic was requested, a fic about Mary Jane and a 15 year old boy. First chapter starts off with back story, taking place in Spiderman3, and then the boy is introduced. I hope you enjoy it :P Reviews and comments are welcome ^-^

Mary Jane's POV

Peter took me out the day after my performance, we sat in the park together. Romantic right? He can be a real sweetheart sometimes. I was worried after my singing, when the applause was not very loud, Peter explained, very technically, why the acoustics did not allow for the loud volume of the claps.

"You're such a nerd" I giggle at him, kissing him playfully on the cheek. "I would love to sing on stage for the rest of my life, with you in the first row."

I cannot believe this. I just cannot believe this! My first night singing on stage for a large crowd and not just some random bar, and the reviews they gave me were horrible! I tried to get Peter to comfort me, to understand how I feel. Of course it didn't work though. He was too preoccupied with his "job" and his own fame, not even caring about me and my job.

"Peter, try to understand how I feel." Of course the police scanner goes off, and he runs off to rescue some blonde model. Gwen Stacy? I think that's her name. Anyways, once again he leaves me behind to run off to his fans.

I guess I have to understand, that his job is demanding of his time. And I understand that he needs to keep up his image, but what about mine? Does my image, my job, my career not matter? Because he's the great Spiderman?

*Sigh* I guess I'll go get ready for practice then.

I walked to the Broadway Theater, and as I opened the door I heard something. My song. Being sung by someone else.

They let me go. Of course they did, with reviews like that. I left holding back tears.

Peter called me that night, to his joy, Gwen was throwing a parade for him. The glory and big headedness of Spiderman. I went, against my better judgement, to support him. He is my boyfriend after all.

Red balloons and outfits and banners everywhere. I am proud of him…I just wish he would give me the same attention and adoration that his fans give him.

No. He. Didn't. Did he just let Gwen Stacy kiss him?! OUR KISS?!

I couldn't stand it anymore, I left, I got away from him, from her, and the stage. Blindly walking, I bumped into someone, a younger boy, about 15 I think.

"Oh, excuse me." I said, trying to be polite, even when I am trying my hardest to hide my tears.

"It's alright," he said in reply, turning towards me. He was a bit taller than me, with brown hair and eyes.

"Have, have I seen you before?" I asked, he looked so familiar, but I couldn't place my finger on it.

"I don't think so." He replied with a smile.

"I really am sorry for bumping into you like that, is there any way I can make it up to you?" I don't know why this boy has me so flustered; there is no reason for me to be this worked up about it.
"Well, I was here with some friends but they ran off without me. You could just hang around for a bit, if you want too?" He asked, looking at his feet and blushing.

The look, he has a crush on me. No one has given me that look in a long time, not even Peter. Peter can kiss Gwen, and I will go out with this boy. Fair is fair.

"Yes, I would love to walk around the parade with you." I link my arm into his, and we walk.

"Do you like Spiderman too?" He asked me, looking into my eyes.

"Well…he is not my favorite person right now, no." I turn away, hiding my anger.

Laughing, the boy says, "I don't like him much either. His ego is too big."

"You got that right," I laugh in reply, "I don't think he is that good looking either."

The boy laughed, and made some silly poses, mocking Peter's poses he makes when he is Spiderman. I like this kid, he makes me laugh. We continue talking for a couple hours, and watch as people come and go.

After a while the parade begins to slow down, with less and less people staying. Spiderman of course, is soaking up what's left of the glory of the day, surrounded by adoring fans.

I got up, "Well, I guess it's time for me to leave now. No use in staying here much longer when the parade to honor Spiderman's ego is over."

The boy grabbed my hand, "Wait. Can we…can we talk some more? Another day?"

I blushed, the desire in this boys eyes, just to talk with me and be around me, no ego, no running off to save some damsel in distress. I like it.

"Yes, I would love that." We traded numbers, and then parted ways.