[A/N]: It's long again :D Hopefully not too long.

(I do not own anyone besides Kim, those characters are copyright Marvel)


I climbed down the ladder of the bunk to join Peter at the computer.

What I saw made my drop to my knees.

"WHY?!" I yelled with all of my might. Peter just sat back in his chair laughing.

I scrambled for my laptop to check my twitter, which was the only site I was allowed to have an account for, and I saw Harry's newest tweet. He announced the winner of his contest as my brother, Peter Parker.

I climbed up the ladder and onto my bed. I plopped my head onto my pillow and screamed into it. The screaming shortly turned into sobbing.

Peter climbed up the ladder, but he didn't get onto my bed, he just stayed on the ladder. "Hey, you'll be okay." he said in a condescending way.

"No I won't... You're just saying that..." I said muffled.

"He was just a crush, it's not like you actually knew him."

"That's not why I'm hurt..." I said sobbing in between words. Peter climbed onto the bed and pried me off of the pillow. He hugged me sincerely. He must have sympathized.

"You'll get over him, trust me."

"As if... I can't believe he chose you! How is that even fair?"

"To be fair, you did enter twice." I pushed him away from me and scoffed. A gave him a look of, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Peter jumped down from my bed and went back to the computer to check and see if he had any other emails.


The next day, a car arrived at my house. Whoever was in the car had knocked on our door, and Peter and I both heard it.

We looked at eachother and smiled, knowing who it was that was knocking.

It was a Saturday, and it was rather nice outside. I ran down the stairs followed by my brother. It was like a race to get to the door, and I had won.

Peter was Spider-Man, so he was probably just letting me win. He stood on the first step, leaning against the rail, anxiously waiting for me to answer the door.

The knocking was replaced by a doorbell sounding off. I waited to answer the door just to spite him.

The door was glass, so when the guy at the door looked inside he could clearly see Peter on the front step. I hid behind a wall with my arm outstretched to reach the doorknob.

Peter waved to the guy outside, and the guy pressed the doorbell multiple times, he looked really aggravated.

We were lucky Aunt May wasn't home or else we wouldn't have gotten away with this.

The guy got fed up with our shenanigans and walked away from the door. He sat on the steps of the front porch with his face buried in his palms. He was holding a bouquet of flowers which were now put aside.

I finally opened the door, and I was still laughing, though you could see it, it was hard to hear.

The guy at the door was none other than Harry Osborn. My fangasms(not to be confused with... You know) were thankfully held in by the fact that I was still laughing.

Harry got up and turned to face me. "You are Kimberly, I presume?" he asked fancily. There might have been an aggravated tone in his voice, but if there was I didn't hear it. He remembered my name!, I thought.

I blushed to the point of my whole face turning red. "I-I-I-" that was all I could say. I stood there awkwardly staring at him. I

Peter crept up behind me and pinched me on the shoulder. My instant reflex was to swing a punch at him, and when I tried, he ducked. The spider sense... I should've known.

"What the hell?" I asked him. I felt so awkward. He stared me in the eye, and I felt like I knew what he was thinking.

I went back inside and shut the door behind me leaving my brother and my crush to talk.


It was like looking at a ghost. He was so much older now. I knew that girl was super awkward, but now I felt awkward. Just a bit less than her.

"So, um, what's up?" Peter asked. I was speechless. I didn't even think that he would remember me. I bent down to pick up my bouquet, and handed it to him, avoiding eye contact.

"Um, this is, for you." I couldn't believe how awkward all of this was. I was mad at myself for letting embarassment come to me like this, but it couldn't be helped. My whole face was red, even the dark red circles under my eyes turned a lighter shade.

"They're lovely!" Peter exclaimed as he took the flowers. He spun around on his toes with them, laughing shortly after he had done that. I laughed too. He was over-exaggerating and we both knew it.

We sat down on the porch steps and caught up to each other's lives. It was nothing really interesting until I asked Peter about that weird girl.

"So, who was that girl?" I wanted to add "weird" as an adjective, but if she was someone close he might have gotten offended.

"Oh, heh. That's Kim. She's my sister." he said nonchalantly. I sat there staring at him, my jaw had dropped. When we were kids, there was never a "Kim". How could I not have known?, I asked myself.

"Y-Your sister? Like, blood-related?" I asked.

"Of course. We're actually twins." Peter looked embarassed. I know I was embarrassed. I felt bad for not knowing he had a sister all this time. It made me wonder where she was when Peter and I had hung out.

"How did I not know?" I had an expression of defeat.

"She didn't show up until a year or two ago." Peter patted me on the back. It didn't feel earned.

We continued to talk on the subject of his sister.

"You know, for being related to you, she's pretty cute." I teased.

"Heh, yeah I guess. Do you actually like her?" Peter leaned up against the wall surrounding the side of the steps.

"I like everybody." I lied. There were a lot of people I hated. Kimberly was not one of them, even if she was awkward.

Peter looked behind himself and smirked when he turned his head back to face me.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" I tugged at the dark circles under my eyes with two fingers each.

"Kim's been watching us this whole time." Peter said while laughing.

"Shit!" I exclaimed as I jumped off of the steps backward so that I faced the direction of the door. There was no-one there. I looked back angrily at Peter. He was still laughing.

I stood up and brushed my shoulders off.

"That wasn't funny." I mumbled.

"It totally was." Peter said, still laughing.

"Was. Not."

I sat back down next to him.

The sun was setting, and the limousine wasn't appearing. It had dropped me off, but now I was starting to wonder if it would ever return.

It was now night, around nine pm. The door behind us opened. Kimberly tried to creep up behind her brother. She got down on her knees and outstretched her hand to pinch him like he did to her, but Peter caught her hand immediately.

"Peter! You can't let me freaking win once can you?" she shouted. She seemed to have lost her awkwardness around me.

"Nope." came Peter's simple reply. He let go of her hand and she stood up.

I simply stared off into space, literally. It seemed like that limo was never going to come, but I didn't want to give in to worry and call for it to come.

"Well, it doesn't seem like the limo is coming, so, uh, would it be okay if I just stayed here for the night?" I stood up, and Peter did as well.

As soon as I asked the question Kimberly ran inside. The awkwardess was back.

"Of course, anything for a friend!" Peter grabbed the bouquet that was laying on the steps, and we walked inside.


[A/N]: TOO LONG x-x

Also, "Awkwardess" isn't an error. Yay for pet names! Though there were a lot of errors. Yay for double checking.

Triple checking... Hoorah...