Hello! Felt like putting up the next chapter! Enjoy : ) I also would like to say sorry for any spelling and grammar mistakes. You forgive me. Right?

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the songs except for the version of the song that I wrote. Original lyrics are in bold. Mine are not.

The next day was the weekend. Saturday, to be exact. Lizzie got up at 7:30, since she had slept so much the day before. She wanted to enjoy the day.

And it was beautiful.

"Ah. What a wonderful day it is outside," sighed Lizzie as she looked outside of her window. "I think a jog will be fun."

Lizzie changed into her running gear. Just because she was- use to be- overweight, didn't mean that she didn't enjoy a nice long run.

When Lizzie tried to put on her running bra, she discovered that it wouldn't fit.

"Shoot," said Lizzie as she tried to shove on the bra. After three or four minutes, she was able to force her girls in. "Yes! Finally!" Luckily, it was a slip on sports bra. "Note to self: Get bigger cup sized bras."

As Lizzie made her way down, she strapped on her iPod and placed her earbuds into her ears. No one was up yet, other than Lizzie, so she left a note telling her family where she went. It was the weekend after all. Who wouldn't sleep in?

Outside, the air was cool yet warm (which was Lizzie's favorite kind of running weather). Lizzie decided that a half a mile to a mile jog would be a great idea. Then a doughnut. And a cup of coffee. Yep. That sounded like a good plan.

When Lizzie started her run, and her iPod, Don't Stop Believing by Journey came on, which was one of Lizzie's most favorite songs so she obviously sang along with the lyrics inside of her head:

Just a small town girl, livin' in a lonely world

She took the midnight train goin' anywhere

Just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit

He took the midnight train goin' anywhere

Lizzie sighed. This song always made her think of Harry, even though it had nothing to do with him. Well, other than it being his favorite song at the moment. She hit the replay button and changed the lyrics to her feelings:

Just a silly girl, livin' in a fantasy

She took the NY subway goin' somewhere

Just a rich boy, born and raised in blue blood

He took the NY subway goin' somewhere

Lizzie couldn't help but laugh at herself. The words didn't go well with the tune of the song. As the song finished, don't stop echoing inside of her skull, Lizzie looked around at her surroundings, gasping at what she saw. Instead of being in Queens, she was near New York.

"What the crap?" said Lizzie, coming to a sudden halt.

As her mind caught up with her, she realized that something didn't feel right. Her body wasn't tired. Even her calves, which she expected to be sore, weren't. In fact, she felt like she could run forever.

But, one thing bothered her the most was this one thought: How did she run this fast in under an hour? Lizzie had run at least a half of an hour to an hour away from her home.

Now, considering the creepy things that had happened the day before, this really bothered her.

"I must have really took a dive in the puberty pool," said Lizzie, scratching her head. Lizzie glanced at her raised wrist, a spark of an impossible thought appeared inside of her mind.

It couldn't be from the spider bite I got the other day. Could it?

As she let her thought sink in, she found herself thinking, What else can I do?

Lizzie looked around and found some brick buildings. Curious, she went up to one and tentatively put her hands on one of the alley way walls, pushing off with her legs so she could get higher. After reaching the top of the wall, she looked down.

"This is so unreal," said Lizzie after she swung herself onto the roof.

The height wasn't too bad, and the view was absolutely gorgeous. Well, besides the pollution and the other beaten up buildings that she could see.

Lizzie suddenly felt very impulsive. "I wonder if I can jump to the next building," wondered Lizzie as she took a runners position.

Taking a deep breath, she sprinted full force to the edge where she lept, landing on the other side as graceful as a swan.

"Creepy." Lizzie plopped down on her butt, breathing deeply in. She examined her bite mark some more, taping it. Maybe the spider that bit me was more then just a spider. Sighing, Lizzie flexed her wrist. When she did this, a white wet rope like string came out and attached itself to the other building.

"Eek!"

Lizzie began to frantically pull at the white stuff that came out of her arm. This reminded her too much of what it felt like get an IV put into her arm. Lizzie shivered just thinking about it.

"Come on! You stupid piece of-" When Lizzie pulled too hard, she jerked forward, fast, and off of the firm ground she use to be on.

"Ah!" Lizzie screamed as she twisted in odd directions. "Let me go! Let me go!" she screamed as she approached a very hard looking wall.

Luckily, she was able to separate herself from the string just inches away from the wall. Lizzie then began to fall again.

"Crap! Crap! Crap!"

Lizzie landed softly on the ground, standing straight up on her legs, knees slightly crouched, hands covering her face.

"Don't peek. Whatever you do, Elizabeth Parker, don't peek." Lizzie peeked finding her nose very close to contact with the wall.

"Ha, ha, ha," Lizzie laughed weakly as she fainted on the alley's cool cement.

~Four Minutes Later~

Lizzie groaned as she sat up, rubbing the back of her sore head.

"I'm going crazy," said Lizzie as she slowly got off of the ground. "I just need to take a shower when I get home."

From the past couple days experiences: super strength, improved mussel growth, look changes, super sight, super jumping abilities, the ability to climb walls, and web shooting, she decided that she wasn't normal anymore.

Then again, when have I ever been normal?

Nope. She was just like the heros and villains that she use to watch on TV when she and Peter were younger.

"This, has been way too much for me."

Lizzie began to run at a medium pace. On her way back home, Lizzie passed a group of guys who wolf whistled at her and shouted, "Nice rack, baby!"

Lizzie felt violated. Wanting to give them a piece of her mind, she opened her mouth to yell some nasty words, but instead, a loud, high-pitched screech came out of her mouth, causing the earth to shake around them. One of the men fell off of the dumpster he was sitting on, cursing as he made contact with the ground.

Lizzie would have laughed if she wasn't totally freaked out. But she was way beyond freaked out. In fact, she was on planet I'm-totally-scared-out-of-my-mind-and-I-just-want-to-go-cry-under-my-covers-now.

Wanting to get away as fast as possible, she began to run faster. She didn't stop until she was safe and inside of her house.

~O~F~W~E~B~S~

Once she had made it indoors, Lizzie slammed the door shut and locked all the locks that she could visibly find before leaning against it for support as her heart beated frantically against her chest. She knew that she was being ridiculous. It wasn't the men that checked her out like she was a hooker on the bad parts of the city that frightened her. It was that she wasn't who she was only a couple of days ago.

After Lizzie got ahold of herself, she took a shaky breath and decided that the shower sounded like a very good idea.

"Aunt May! Uncle Ben! Peter! I'm home!" Lizzie called out as she slowly made her way towards the bathroom for a nice, long shower.

When Lizzie was done cleaning up, she put on her fluffy powder blue robe, Sponge Bob slippers, and wrapped a towel around her hair before heading down to the kitchen to eat.

"Mm. I smell grilled cheese!" said Lizzie as she grabbed a warm, gooey, sandwich. Lizzie looked around, seeing only Aunt May, who was at the kitchen sink washing dishes. "Aunt May. Where is Peter and Uncle Ben?"

"Peter had to go to the library for an assignment and your uncle drove him." Aunt May glanced over at Lizzie. "Elizabeth Bianca Parker! How are you sitting in my kitchen looking like that?" gasped Aunt May.

Lizzie smiled. "No guest is here is here, Aunt May. There's nothing to worry about."

"Well, what if someone were?"

Lizzie thought for a moment and had to admit that her aunt was right. Lizzie would die of embarrassment if Harry were in the house and saw her dressed like this.

"Okay, Aunt May. I'll go change." When Lizzie was about to go put on her cloths, the phone rang. "I'll get it," said Lizzie reaching for the phone. "Hello," said Lizzie while looking at her nails.

"Hey, Lizzie!" said Harry.

Oh my!

"Hi, Harry. What's up?" asked Lizzie, trying to hide her smile from her aunt.

"I just wanted to call and see if you and Peter wanted to hang out."

Lizzie could hardly hold back her smile. "Well, Pete is at the library, so he can't hang out today," Lizzie said while twirling the curled cord around her fingers.

"Oh, that sucks. Well, even though Peter can't, would you like to hang out with me?"

Lizzie smiled, now fully unable to keep it back this time. "Sure, I'd love to."

"Great! When do you think you'll be here?"

Lizzie tried counting up the minutes each thing would take. Cloths, twelve minutes. Hair, four to five minutes. Teeth, three minutes. Makeup, a minute. And not to mention travel time (plus extra for some wiggle room).

"About forty-five minutes." You would expect Harry to sigh in frustration (he was a guy, after all) but he didn't. Instead, he said, "That sounds good. See you soon?"

"Yeah. See you soon. Bye, Harry."

"Bye, Lizzie."

Lizzie hung up, feeling giddy. Even though she knew it wasn't a date, it could be one in her mind.

~A~N~D~

"Oh, what to wear? What to wear?" pondered Lizzie as she searched for an appropriate outfit. She wanted to look nice yet casual. She definitely didn't want to make herself look like she was going on a date. And she definitely didn't want to show off her newly shaped body to Harry. Not yet anyway. Lizzie mentally slapped herself when she felt her cheeks blush at the thought of the look Harry might give her when he saw how different she looked.

Eventually, she chose a lose, long-sleeved turtle neck shirt with slightly baggy tan khaki pants. She had to tighten her belt a little more than she use to, since her waist had lost weight.

Her shoes were her black converse and she pulled her hair back into a tight pony tail. Her makeup was as light and as natural as she usually had it.

"Perfect," said Lizzie before grabbing her light fall jacket, hat, gloves, and purse (which she had hidden underneath her coat).

"Aunt May! I'm going to Harry's for a while," Lizzie said as she headed out the door.

"Be back before nine! And do nothing inappropriate!" Aunt May teased from the living room.

"Yeah, I love you too," said Lizzie, sarcastically, as she left the house.

~R~E~A~L~I~T~Y~T~H~E~

As Lizzie walked she kept going back and forth between choosing to take the bus or to use her super abilities to get to Harry's. It would take more time to get to Harry's place if she took the bus. About twenty minutes. But if she used her powers, it would take her less than ten minutes.

Not wanting another experience from earlier, she chose the bus.

~S~T~O~R~Y~O~F~S~P~I~D~E~R~W~O~M~A~N~

The bus ride was a little faster than Lizzie expected. It took only nineteen minutes, since traffic was running smoother then it usually did.

Lizzie stood in front of the monstrous apartment building her best friend lived in. Lizzie could never get over the childish awe and wonder at seeing the building. Sighing, Lizzie walked inside.

"Good afternoon, Miss Parker."

"Good afternoon, Mark."

Lizzie and Mark, the front door man, shared a quick smile with each other. A woman, sitting at the front desk, looked up from her computer and smiled as well at Lizzie.

"Hello, Lizzie," she said.

"Hi, Dawn," Lizzie greeted the woman back.

Basically everyone in Harry's building knew Lizzie. They were no strangers to the Parker twins. Lizzie hit the up button for the elevator. Inside, she pushed the button for the penthouse. As the elevator began to slowly go up, Lizzie hummed the tornado song from The Wizard of Oz.

When Lizzie arrived at the Osborn's, the elevator dinged as the doors slid open, reveling Harry's apartment. Lizzie walked into the open entrance room. Lizzie liked the entrance because it seemed so open and welcoming.

"Hello! Harry? It's me, Lizzie," she called out while glancing around the room for him.

"I'm up here," said Harry.

Lizzie looked up into the balcony and saw Harry waving at her while slightly leaning forward.

"Hair! What are you doing up there?" Lizzie teased.

Harry smiled. "Looking at you. And walking down to meet you." Harry dashed down the stairs. When he was on the floor, he began to walk at his normal speed.

"So, what do you want to do?" asked Lizzie.

Harry shrugged. "Whatever we want to."

Lizzie thought for a moment before her face beamed. "We could go and surprise Pete at the library. I'm sure that he needs a break after all the hard work he's been doing."

The library was about six blocks away from the Osborns. They could goof around more if they walked to the library.

"Sure. That sounds like a good plan," Harry said while grinning mischievously. Lizzie rolled her eyes. Harry smirked. "Let me get my coat."

When Harry met up with her again they headed down into the lobby.

"Bye, Dawn," said Lizzie, waving at the woman.

Dawn blinked, looked at Harry, then got that look that asked, Dating? Lizzie shook her head. Dawn looked disappointed, causing Lizzie to softly giggle.

Maybe someday, Lizzie thought. Someday.

Okay, so did you like it?

AN Randomness Fact: Originally, when I first wrote this chapter a couple of months ago, I was going to have Harry see Lizzie in her bath robe. Yep. Then, I thought better of it and had Harry just call her. But don't worry. I'll have a chapter where she does end up getting seen in her bathrobe and or her PJ's by Harry. Or will I? ; )

Also, originally, I wasn't going to give the power of the loud voice to Lizzie because I felt like there was no need for her to have it. But, many of you wonderful reviewers of mine asked me to make Lizzie a little better than Peter, wanted her to have different abilities. That sort of stuff. So, yeah, she has a LOUD voice.

And, as for her being stronger than her brother, only time will tell my friends. Only time will tell.

Plus, thank you to all of your reviews and ideas. You guys make me smile (and laugh) *blush face!* : )