Peter Parker was having a hard time getting up out of bed without making any type of noise. He eyed the sleeping body across from him and tries to move without making any noise. He tiptoes out of the bedroom that he now has to share, but when he tries to open the door, he was drenched from head to toe by a bucket of orange soda! He hears chuckling from under the covers of the bed of the person that Peter had to share his bedroom with. Peter pulls the covers back, only to find a bunch of pillows on the bed. Peter was confused and tried to back away, only to be pummeled by someone who was dangling from the ceiling. A young blonde boy laughs as he runs into the bathroom, locking the door and running the water. Peter sighs and calls his Aunt May.

"Aunt May...I need you.", he says as he goes into his aunt's bedroom.

Aunt May groans sleepily as she greets Peter while laying in her bed. Peter sits on the edge of her bed, drenched still.

"Is he pulling pranks again?"

"Yeah. I can't take it! I know I have to be nice and be kind to him, but he's such an ass!"

"Peter! Your tone! You might wake up the neighbors. We just have to understand that he doesn't understand our American culture yet."

"Aunt May, don't be ridiculous. If he's smart enough to put peanut butter into my gym socks, he's smart enough to learn our culture."

Aunt May smiles lightly as she tries to rub her poor nephew's back, only to draw it back due to the stickiness on his t-shirt. "Ew. What in the world-"

"Orange soda."

Aunt May sighs and chuckles. "Cut him some slack. He's just a young boy. You were like that at his age, remember?"

Peter chuckles and says, "I've changed, Aunt May."

"I missed the old you, Peter."

"I'm sixteen now. Times have changed. Now, if you excuse me, I've got to get to school and deal with the bullcrap Flash might have up his dumb ass jock sleeve.", he says as he leaves his dearly beloved aunt's bedroom.

"Peter, language. And tell that lovely girl I said hello."

"Yes, ma'am."

Peter kisses his aunt's cheek as she tries to fall asleep again before she had to get up to home-school Peter's newly adopted cousin. Peter sighs as he goes past the young boy before being tripped by him. Laughing at the teenager, he heads to Aunt May's room and hugs her. Peter sees the two of them and it was making him sick to his stomach. He shouldn't feel jealous, but he couldn't help himself. Why should Peter have to share the love and affections of his beloved aunt that has raised him as her own along with his Uncle Ben, who was brutally murdered when he was a young boy. He stills has the mental scars as his chest was heaving from thinking about the brutal past. Peter should understand the young boy's pain, for he didn't know his own parents nor his origins. It must of suck for him not to know his parents. Peter knew his parents really well, but he didn't understand why he wasn't being cared by them. He didn't want to go through the details. Peter grabs some clean clothes as he goes into the bathroom to take a shower before he had to go to school to encounter the stupid Flash Thompson. But, the good thing is that he would be around Mary Jane Watson, the love of his life. And his other dear friends, Harry Osborn and Gwen Stacy. Things were going fine...until he hopped into the shower. When he was showering, the bathroom door opened in silent. Someone flushes the toilet, making the shower water hotter than usual, making Peter scream and shout before hopping out of the shower. His skin was burning red a bit and he was completely upset and naked...and his cousin was filming him. Peter was yelling at him to get out while the young boy laughs and runs away.

"Is everything alright, Peter?", calls his aunt from upstairs as she was making breakfast.

"Peachy!", calls Peter.

Real peachy.

Peter came out of the bathroom, mad and red. Aunt May covers her mouth to keep herself from laughing and asks what happened.

"Ask your new nephew."

The young boy looks at the two of them with innocence in his eyes. His big blue eyes. Peter made a face at him.

"Don't play innocent, kid. We know your games."

"Peter. He's a kid."

Aunt May hugs the young boy then goes back to making pancakes. The young boy smiles slyly at him as he hugs Aunt May from behind while she was making pancakes. Peter growled and says, "I'm going to school."

"Peter. At least stay for breakfast."

"Have to catch the bus."

"Okay."

Peter grabs his bookbag and was heading for the door. Aunt May says, "I love you."

Peter didn't manage to hear, for he slams the door behind him. Aunt May sighs to himself and continues to make pancakes for the young blonde spiky haired preteen. He looks at the woman and hugs her again. She sighs and smiles at the young boy as she kisses him on the cheek.

Peter was waiting for the bus by his small apartment building. By his side, he was accompanied by his two friends: the intelligently rich and yet sophisticatedly sexual-minded bad boy Harry Osborn and the happy-go-lucky but spoiled-if she-wants-to-be girly blonde Gwen Stacy.

"So, the new cousin's being a pain again?", asks Harry, smoothing down his dark brown rugged hair. Looking like the bad boy bachelor he was destined to be.

"Is that even a question, Harry? He drives me CRAZY 24/7! It's nuts in there! I feel bad for Aunt May putting up with him. Home-schooling him all of the time."

"Why doesn't she put him in a regular school?", ask Gwen as she fixes her glasses.

"She thinks he wouldn't understand the teachers and the kids would pick on him. Besides, the deadline for school enrollment pasted."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"She's very protective."

"That reminds me.", says Harry. "How are your socks?"

"Peanut butter free."

"Good. Heh."

"You boys are goofballs.", jokes Gwen.

"I just hope that Flash would cut me some slack today. This morning was brutal."

"Rut-roh!.", jokes Harry. Intimidating Scooby-Doo.

"He manages to put a bucket of orange soda on the bedroom door. As I tried to open it to go to the bathroom...BAM! Orange soda all over me! Then he pummels me from the ceiling..."

"How did he-"

"Not now, Gwen."

"Sorry."

"No, I'm sorry. I'm just frustrated."

Gwen rubs his back. Peter grimaces. "Sorry. My skin is still burning from the shower."

"Lemme guess. He did the toilet thing.", says Harry, laughing to himself.

"Stow it, Osborn.", says Peter, but Harry was still laughing at his nerdy friend. Gwen pinches Harry on one of his muscular-toned arm. It didn't hurt, unfortunately. As the bus came, they all went inside. Peter, unfortunately, spotted Flash, who was sneering at him, but Mary Jane was waving at Peter. Peter smiles as he was about to go to sit next to her. Only to be tripped by Flash, the stupid jock bastard. Laughing along with his other dumb jock friends, Peter growls as he struggles to get up.

"Look at the dumb nerd trying to get a quick hookup with Watson here.", boasts Flash loudly.

Mary Jane slaps him on the back of his pretty blonde head. His hair deeply reminded Peter of his newly adopted cousin. Crap. He was having feels again.

"Will you ever learn to mind your manners?", yells Mary Jane as she motions Peter to sit next to her. Peter sits next to her, much to Gwen's dismay. She was sitting next to Harry, who was eyeing one of the cheerleaders. Gwen glares at the millionaire bachelor and sighs. Wishing that Peter was all hers and not Mary Jane's. It wasn't that she was jealous of the Watson girl. She was just...she didn't know her own damn self! She wasn't being a lovesick dope. She was being a lovesick dope!

"So, Peter. How's the family?", asks Mary Jane, smoothing out her redhead.

"Aunt May's good. She says hi, by the way."

"Tell her I said hi."

"I will."

"And your cousin...Naruto, is it? How's he?"

Peter didn't answer. Clearly, he heard her.

"Ahem."

"Huh? What?"

"Peter."

"What?"

"He's just a kid."

"You sound like Aunt May."

"He IS. And YOU need to appreciate him. He might surprise you one day."

"Yeah. Sure.", he says as he stares out of the window. It was going to be a long and painful day...