Wednesday, March 9th: 8:30 pm

Dear Diary,

Since mom and Uncle Brown are never around because of work, Gayle has become my wannabe mom. As soon as I come home from school she jumps on my back about starting my homework. And today she was especially pissed because I wasn't home by the time she had to leave for dance practice.

I got a note telling me to call her as soon as I got home so I did. Of course she told me to start the homework and I hate lying to her but she thinks I'm doing my homework right now but obviously I'm not. Instead of getting frustrated over pre-cal and Shakespeare, I'm keeping my stress levels down by writing in you, diary. Doctors think if you keep your stress levels down then you'll live longer. Well, really, I'm doing the more responsible thing by NOT doing my homework. Right? Ha, like you could answer that! I'm really beginning to like this whole diary thing.

Today was quite uneventful. I got home from the little rendezvous with Flash at 4:30 this morning. We went to one of his friends' houses because their parents were out of town. We had a grand ol' time with the open bar but after two hours of sleep and a night of partying, my head was killing me when I woke up. That's killing with a capital K! I popped a couple Tylenol then caught the bus and laughed the whole way at poor Flash who winced at every bump on the way to school.

Midtown High is about four miles away from Aunt Anna's townhouse but it was a crisp day, slightly on the colder side, so the walk after school to her house was an easy one.

The walk gave me time to think about things that I did not want to think about. As much as I wanted to drown out my thoughts, I had nothing to drown them out with.

"God gave us eyes so that we can look forward. If he had wanted us to look back, our eyes would be in the back of our head." I reminded myself but that really didn't help one bit. Two miles from Aunt Anna's I started to run, ignoring the fact that I was wearing kitten-heeled boots. Save my high heels or start crying from those damn thoughts of mine? You better believe I kept on running all the way there.

Aunt May and Aunt Anna were sitting on the front porch when I got there, breath ragged from running. They were drinking tea and talking; their soft voices like the cooing of pigeons. I never noticed until then how similar Aunt May and Aunt Anna are. Aunt May is like the skinnier, slightly taller version of my Aunt Anna. My Aunt Anna is just a little plump from a few too many sugar dumplings.

I could tell that they were talking about me because as soon as I walked up their voices hushed. They smiled up at me as I walked onto the porch.

"Oh great." I smiled, laughing softly as I tucked a sweaty strand of red hair behind my ear. "Are you two plotting against me again?"

They giggled and Aunt May sat her teacup down onto her knee then spoke.

"Of course not, dear. We were only talking about how nice it would be for you to come over to my place after school tomorrow." There was a twinkle in her eye. A mischievous twinkle. "I have an apple pie that needs to be eaten and you've been looking rather thin lately."

"You're the one to talk, May Parker!" Aunt Anna laughed, taking a sip of her tea.

"Hush, Anna." Aunt May smiled over at Aunt Anna then looked back up at me. "What do you say, dear? Should I be expecting you?"

I knew what this was about. I knew exactly what this was about. …Peter Parker.

"Yeah, I'll stop by for a little bit." I was quick to add, "Just because I can't say no to your apple pie."

Happy that their plot was starting to go as planned, they started to talk amongst themselves as I went inside to grab something to drink. Waterbottle in hand, I went back out to join their chit-chat.

Peter Parker isn't an ugly guy, diary. Please, please, please don't get that impression! He's not a jock like Flash Thompson but there's something in his quiet demeanor that I find charming. Let's outline the pro's and con's to Peter Parker, shall we?

Peter Parker

Pro- He's taller than me… definitely a good thing considering I'm already 5'8 at 16 years old.

Con- He might not be very good at holding up a conversation since he hasn't had much practice. Plus, what would we have to talk about? He would be talking about nanotechnology and I would be talking about the Frat party from the night before. It's like trying to hammer a square nail into a round hole. Just doesn't work.

Pro- Geeks are going to rule the world some day. Might as well jump on the bandwagon early, right?

Con- We don't have anything in common…? Okay so that's pretty much what I said earlier but give me a break, diary! I'm trying to think up con's and they aren't coming too easy.

Pro- He wouldn't be obsessed with football and wrestling and all that stupid jock stuff like Flash.

Con- He's really packed on the muscle lately… darn it! That's not a con!

Pro- Yeah, like I said before, Peter isn't a weak geek anymore. He's definitely been working out.

Con- I'm all out of con's. Shoot...

Alright, alright, ALRIGHT! I'll give Peter Parker a try. Oh geeze. I just hope Flash doesn't find out… he would pulverize the poor kid!