i teared up at on point writing this chapter. i felt guilty writing it. enjoy!


===Peter===

"I'm sorry." An apology came from my left as I stood at my locker.

I turned my head to see Lorelei, looking to the ground, shamefully, "It wasn't right of me to make assumptions like that." I could tell she really did feel bad.

I close my locker, grabbing my skateboard and backpack, "No, I'm sorry. It was hypocritical of me to go off and do that."

Lorelei finally looks up to me, and grabs my hand, "Ok, so where to now?" she smiles.

"Here," I open the door a reveal to Lorelei the high up roof that I sometimes sat up to, "I come here to clear my head and look out over the city." I walk over to the ledge and lean up against it.

"I can see why." Her eyes were in complete awe, she walked towards me and sat on the edge, "It's so…beautiful." She pauses, "It reminds me of home." She sighs.

I understood her, even though life was good now, she wanted the old stuff back. I have felt that way for many years. I could see in her face she was thinking of her mother.

"Lorelei." I smile to her, cheering her up, "I want to show you something."

She looks up to me, confused and intrigued.

"Take a look at this." I held my hand out over the end, clenching it in a fist. I had taken a pebble off of the ground and placed it in my hand before. I released my hand out and the pebble began to fall.

It felt like slow motion as we both looked over the end to watch it fall down the hundreds of feet to the bottom. The pebble was approaching the ground, and quick. We see someone walking by, I hoped the timing was right and it missed. But my hopes didn't come true; it hit the person right on the head.

"Get down!" I shout and pull Lorelei's wrist as I ducked against the ledge.

She squeals and follows me when I startle her. We look at each other, leaning up against the wall. We both burst out laughing.

"That was pretty good, Mr. Parker!" She laughs.

I look to her, "I always like doing that. I'm easily entertained." I sigh as our laughing finished.

"Me too." She sighs out and looks to me.

We sit there, looking at each other. I look at her eyes. They were green as they had always been, but I saw a whole new thing to them. They just about sparkled, glowed in a way. I looked at the further, as they were illuminated; I saw a hint of gold close to her pupil. I hadn't noticed this in all of the other times I looked at her.

"Peter," She interrupted me thoughts, "You're staring at me kinda weird."

I look away, blushing, and scratching the back of my head, "Heh, yeah, sorry."

She smiles, "Its fine, Peter." She gave me a second, "What were you staring at?"

"What?" I jump a bit, startled.

"You were staring funny, so what were you staring funny at?" she keeps smiling

"Oh," I blush again; I was really embarrassed about this, "Your eyes."

She seemed to have been a bit surprised too, but it went away and she looked at me a bit more seriously, "You want a closer look?" she scoots herself closer to me and brings herself in. her eyes were so close, I got such a good look at them. They were even more beautiful than from a few feet away.

I could feel my face begin to burn. She was so close, I began to panic inside, what should I do? My breath began to speed up. I rapidly looked around, thinking of what to do.

Lorelei began to look worried, "Peter, are you alright?"

I opened my mouth but no words came out, I couldn't speak. She had made me speechless.

She smiles, "I think you have a bad case of the Catgotthetounge-itus. May I cure you?"

I couldn't speak, my heart went ten times faster, and my breath was almost to a pant. My face got even redder than before. Was she really going to-?

For a second I couldn't think of a thing. Her lips touched mine, they were soft and gentle. If my face could explode, I'm sure it would do so right now, it was so hot.

She put her hand on my burning cheek. Her hand was about the same at about the same amount of heat as my burning. In return I place my hands on her neck, kissing her back.

She soon pulled back, putting her arms around my shoulders, "Is my patient cured?"

I smirk, my cheeks went to normal, "You did well, Doctor."

She smiles back.

I get pale quick. What had I just done? I stand up and ran out the door.

===Lorelei===

What had I just done? I crossed a line I shouldn't have. I would run out that door and leave too, but I can't run into Peter. What was I thinking, I know that was not good of me to go there, and I could be putting myself into danger.

My body started to ache, I started to cough embers. It was happening. It didn't matter where I was. I ran out the door. I had to find Peter, his house was closer, and I don't know how much time I have.

"PETER!" I shout down the stairs as I run as fast as I can, "PETER!" I repeat it many times, reaching the bottom floor, where had he gone? I ran out the door of the building. I'll just have to get myself back to his house myself.

I run my way to his house, continually shouting his name.

I reach his front steps, my hot palms shook as I knocked on the door. Aunt May came to the door, "Lorele-"

"Hi, Mrs. Parker, can I use your shower? Mine broke and I feel really dirty." I quickly came up with an excuse.

She stands out of the way, suggesting me to come in, "Sure." She sounded a bit confused as I ran up the stairs to the bathroom I know of in Peter's room.

I get in the shower and turn on the cold water. My body soon bursts, I try to hold in my screams, but small muffles of holding my lips together and screaming I hope had helped.

A few minutes later, I walk out of the bathroom, with just a towel wrapped around my body.

"Peter!" I shout and almost drop my towel, "You're…here."

He looks to me, from his desk, and almost falls over, "Lorelei! Wha-what are you doing in here…dripping wet!" he shouts, "With…no clothes on." He gets quieter and sits, blushing a bit.

"Well I'm wearing a towel." I point to the towel.

"With nothing under it." He says to himself, rubbing his forehead.

"What? You want to see what's under?" I was a bit agitated by this.

"What?" he snaps at me, looking wide eyed and very surprised, "N-no! Of cou-course not!"

I smirk and walk closer to him, "You're stuttering."

"It's because you're in my room, not wearing any clothes!" he shouts a bit.

I laugh a bit, "Well, it's not much to see." I sit on his bed, "Can I borrow some clothes?"

He blushes a bit, "Uhm, yeah, sure." He walks over to his dresser, picking out clothes and handing them to me, "These should work."

I look through the pile in my hands, "Ok." I stand up and start to unwrap my towel to change.

"Wait, what are you doing!" Peter panics.

"I'm kidding. Gosh, you're so gullible." I walk into the bathroom. I take off my towel and throw it up the bathroom door, "Okay, I'm not wearing anything now! So don't come in!" I tease him.

"You don't have to make fun of Me." his tone sounds like a small child.

I walk out, wearing a tee shirt of his, which is pretty big, so it goes to my thigh, "These pants were too big." I toss him the pair of jeans.

"So you're going to walk around my room in that?" he looks at me up and down at just a tee shirt and underwear.

"I could go back to nothing if you would like?" I say sarcastically.

"No, its fine!" his reply was fast.

I laugh and get under his covers. "I'm going to bed, I'm pretty exhausted." I pull the blanket to my chin and close my eyes.

Suddenly, something even warmer than the blanket hits my back, I turn around and jump at seeing Peter next to me, "Sorry, last time I slept on that desk, my neck hurt like crazy."

"Oh." I began to blush. He was really this close. He turned off his light and the room was dark except for the illuminating moon shining through the window.

I closed my eyes, trying to sleep. Even though it had been a while since the lights went out, I still couldn't sleep, I had to say something, "Peter." I whisper.

"Yeah?" I could tell that he wasn't asleep; he was quick to respond and didn't sound like he just woke up.

"I'm sorry." I felt a bit better just having those words leave my conscious, "I know it wasn't right of me to go there. You told me it was not where I belong, and I respect that. I just…" I drift off, looking out the window to the moon.

He says nothing, by his arms slides up and over my body, grabbing my hand and lacing his fingers with mine, "Lorelei, I…" he pauses, thinking what to say, "I would kiss you in a heartbeat, literally. But it's the consequences with that kiss I just can't bring you into." His hand squeezes mine.

I turn around, facing Peter, my eyes begin to tear up, "Peter…" I rest my hand on his cheek.

His face filled with sorrow, "Lorelei, I'll say it," he pause sighing inwardly, "Lorelei, you might not make me as happy as Gwen or MJ. But you give me a whole new joy I had never experienced. And that day Flash hit on you, not only was it out of protection, it was because I wanted you for myself. You helped me to get over a recent death. And I really, really think you are gorgeous. I mean, you stopped my breath earlier today, your eyes are mesmerizing." He paused looking shameful, "You are the precious gem in the window of a store, and I am the poor boy who looks at your everyday but can't afford you." He gently strokes my hairs.

"Don't say that!" I shout as my eyes begum to pour.

"Lorelei." His voice was gentle as he took his other hand and stroked my hair. "Some rich man will come alone and buy you soon, and he will be much more then the pour messy boy."

"I don't want a rich man, I want you!" I wipe my eyes from the tears as more roll down my cheek, "Don't do this to me, Peter. You're all I have left!"

"You have your brother, Lorelei." He gently adds.

"My grandparents took him. They found out about the horrible state my father was in, so they left it to me to fix him, and took my brother." I weep.

Peter lets go of my hand, and instead pulls my into his neck, wrapping his arms around my head and back. He stroked my hair leaned his head against my own.

"I can't see your face anymore without telling myself that I l-" he cuts me off.

"Don't say that word." He shakes his head.

"Well I think it every time you speak to me. Now how can I look at you without bursting into tears?" I look up to him.

===Peter===

Her eyes glistened in the light, and this part put me to pain just thinking it, "They don't look at me at all."


READER: wh-whyyyyyy?

Me:Sorry, just...sorry...

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