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Gwen sat cross legged on her bed, staring at two very different notebooks that were neatly aligned in front of her. One she had to use for school, and the other she wasn't really sure. They were both about A4 size, one was slightly smaller and leather bound and had a leather chord to tie it closed, it smelled nice too. The other was a normal ring bound notebook, but the front and back covers were black and covered in different coloured spiders.

Her mother had got the leather one today, Gwen had come home from school and her mum had it out on the counter. Her mum just said she saw it and wanted it, so she got it, but then realised she had no use for it, so Gwen got it. The other one she had seen on the way home from school in the stationary section of a store. She bought it mainly on a whim, but the symbols on the cover had a secret meaning for her that no-one else knew about. There was something about that that Gwen liked.

So she had taken the notebooks to her room and sat down with them on her bed, and she had been wondering what to use them for. She had finished the last of her homework, and even tidied her room (not that it needed much tidying anyway as Gwen was a rather neat person) and after dinner she sat around, subconsciously waiting for Peter's knock at her window but she was just focusing on finding something to do, which in this instance, was deciding the fate of those notebooks.

She picked up the leather one, flicked through the pages and then fiddled with the chord. Then she placed it back on the bed, and picked up the other notebook. For a while she just stared at the spiders, deciding that her favourite was the blue one in the top right corner. Sighing, she flicked through that book, enjoying the feel of fresh untouched pages. She thought about a diary, but then decided against the idea. She didn't want to risk writing everything down in a house with younger brothers and a prying mother. The pages were thicker than the other notebooks though, more like card. She considered this for a while.

She rubbed her eyes and decided to just save them until she had real need of them. Picking them up, she walked over to her bookcase and slotted the notebooks on the end. She scratched her head and went to the window. Gwen always left it open but sometimes her mother would come in and lock it. Gwen checked the latch, and, surprise surprise, she found it locked. She unlocked it, finding herself almost angry at the fact the window had been locked. She left it open for Peter. Every night she left it open, even after Peter had stopped coming to see her, she left it unlocked in the hope he would show up.

She turned around and grabbed her pyjamas; shorts and a tank top. She got changed and went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth, more to pass the time than anything else. Was this really all her life was now? Waiting for him? She felt like she needed to do something other than waiting around doing nothing in particular, something to make her feel like she wasn't just 'Spider-man's girl friend'. It sounded strange to think of herself like that. 'Spider-man's girl friend'. It made her sound like an accessory.

She shook her head and collapsed on her bed. She already felt like she missed him. Then she heard knocking, and she immediately looked at the window. No-one was there. The knocking came again, then she realised it was at her bedroom door. She got up and opened it; her mother was stood there, holding a mug of coco.

"Here sweetie," she said, holding out the mug. Gwen took it and stared into the brown liquid. "I don't know what you've been doing for the past two nights, but you barely come out of your room anymore. The work you're getting must be outrageous," Gwen shrugged and her mother put a hand to Gwen's cheek and kissed her forehead. "Night,"

"Night mom," said Gwen. She closed her door and sat down at her desk, but as soon as she'd taken a sip of coco she heard another knock. She smiled widely and went over to the window. Peter was there; he wasn't dressed in his suit this time, instead he wore normal jeans, shirt and jacket, along with the backpack he wouldn't be seen dead without. Gwen opened to window for him, and saw that he had little to no bruises.

"Hey," said Peter as she opened the window.

"Hey," she smiled back. They locked eyes for a few moments, and then Peter slid into her room, and wrapped his arms around Gwen. She hugged him back, but Peter sensed something was on her mind. He pushed her away, and lifted her chin with his knuckle.

"What's wrong?" he whispered. When Gwen didn't reply, he held her closer and smiled, "I leave you alone for a few hours and this is what happens? Come on, tell me," Peter lead Gwen over to the bed and he sat down facing her, holding her hands. He pressed his forehead against hers, and sighed. "Please Gwen," he said softly.

"It's just… I don't know who I am anymore," Peter cocked his head to one side.

"What do you mean?" he said.

"I mean, I feel like I have no purpose, like I'm just the girl friend of some famous guy…" Peter put his hands either side of her face.

"Gwen you are the most amazing person I know, and I love you," a shiver ran down Gwen's spine. He had never told her that before.

"You do?" she said.

"With all my heart," said Peter "I promise,"

"You make too many promises Peter Parker," she said with a smile. He grinned back, leaning in to kiss her. Their lips met and Gwen shuffled closer to him, pushing him back on the bed. Their mouths locked together and Gwen climbed over him, her hands either side of his head. The ends of Peter's mouth turned up into a smile and he wrapped his arms around Gwen's waist, rolling her under him. He chuckled slightly, their eyes locking again. Then, Peter looked up suddenly. He jumped off the bed and hid behind the chair, holding a finger to his lips to Gwen. Gwen gave him a confused look then she heard footsteps outside her door. There was a knock then Gwen's mother put her head around the door. Gwen sat up instantly, combing her messed up hair out of her face with her fingers. She smiled, and her mother took that as an invitation to walk into the room. Gwen looked at the chair, she could see Peter's feet under it.

"It's cold in here Gwen. I keep telling you to stop leaving this window open," she walked to the window, which was right next to the chair, and locked it shut.

"Did you… uh, want something?" said Gwen.

"I just wanted to talk to you," she said. Gwen tried to hold back the look of horror at her mother's impeccable timing.

"I'm really tired mom, can it wait till tomorrow?" Gwen's mum came and sat on the bed next to her, stroking the bangs out of her eyes.

"I'm sorry you're tired but I just wanted to tell you that I appreciate you're being strong for your brothers, for me, but I want you to talk to me, rather than spend your nights in your room getting upset," Gwen was a little shocked that her mum still thought that her 'loneliness' was a result of her father passing, but Gwen didn't want to tell the truth about Peter coming to her room every night and that he was the reason she left her window open, and she certainly wasn't going to point out that said boy was hidden behind the chair at this very moment.

"Mom, I'm okay, really," her mum gave her a long look, as if she could see in Gwen's eyes that she was keeping something from her.

"So, there's nothing you want to tell me now, that's okay, just know that I'm here if you need to talk," her mum stood up "now I think you should get some sleep," Gwen nodded with a smile.

"Night mom," she said. Then Gwen's mum left, closing the door. Gwen fell back on her bed and let out a sigh. Peter looked back at the door from over the arm of the chair, and then in one swift movement he jumped over the chair and onto her bed, where he laid down next to her, staring at the ceiling.

They laid there in silence for a while, their hearts still racing from nearly being caught. Then Peter started laughing quietly. Gwen looked over at him, but then she started laughing too. In a few seconds they both had smiles spread across their faces and their cheeks where going red. After a few minutes, the laughter died down, and the two were left panting. Then Peter rolled onto his side and looked at Gwen. She did the same, and they just looked into each other's eyes.

"Will you stay?" said Gwen. "You said you'd go to Aunt May's first tonight so…"

"I did. Would you like me to stay?" said Peter. Gwen nodded. "Okay, I'll stay," Gwen smiled and sat up, pulling herself into the covers of her bed. Peter stood up, taking off his jacket and sneakers then his shirt and stuffing them in his back pack. He then slipped in the bed too, locking his body around Gwen's and putting his arm around her waist Gwen turned out the light, and fell to sleep, a smile on her lips.