Hello. I'm so sorry that it has been awhile since I last updated. I just got so busy with school and yesterday I was gone almost the whole day yesterday at a trivia type thing that I was in. I was so drained when I got home. I had to get up at six and didn't get back until almost sixish. So sorry. Plus, I also went into Chicago for a trip with my school for a Performing Arts Trip. We saw The Blue Men. That's why I didn't update on Wednesday. So, without further ado, I would like to proudly announce the next chapter of Of Webs and Reality. So, enjoy.

Oh, and one more thing before I get started:

Phantoms Lil Waffle, in the last chapter, you wondered how the piano appeared out of the blue at the funeral. Well, incase if anyone else was wondering how it got there (it was my fault for not telling you in the chapter). When Lizzie played in Farewell, they were in a Catholic Church (I'm a Christian not a Catholic but since it's New York and I imagine it in one) a piano was already set up. At the way end of the chapter, they were outside, burying Uncle Ben. So, I hope it's all clear now.

Also, I would like to say sorry for any bad grammar and or spelling. I was kind of like 'Oh my GOSH! Just be done already!' You forgive me, right?

Plus, I have been reading these Teen Wolf Stories that are so good! You should read them. Just go to my favorites and or type in Little Red (I think that is the name). There are two or three other stories that are by the same author. You should read them.

One more thing, I have a poll, yes a poll, asking if I should make Lizzie stronger. So, if you want to, go and vote 'Yes' or 'No'.

And now, on with the story! Enjoy :D (isn't the smile face cute?)


"Congratulations class of-" the principle was interrupted by a whole group of teenagers, who drowned out what he was trying to say with loud cheers of relief, joy, and a small amount of fear for the future.

Every former senior threw their caps up into the air, some hugging their friends while others went in search for their cap.

When Lizzie and Peter were finally able to get through the crowd to their aunt, they were greeted with open arms.

"Congratulations, you two," said Aunt May, smiling, as the three hugged.

"Thanks," said Lizzie as she looked down at her high school diploma. "I can't believe that we're done with high school," she said, amazed.

"Me neither," agreed Peter.

"Parker!" called out Mr. Osborn.

"Yes?" answered Peter and Lizzie at the same time, laughing at each other.

"Sorry. I should have been more specific. Parkers," Mr. Osborn corrected himself. "Congratulations. Both of you. Your uncle would have been proud of you."

"Thank you," said Peter, grinning.

Mr. Osborn's gaze went over to Lizzie. "So, I heard that both of you plan on going to college."

"Yes, sir," said Lizzie, feeling happiness swell up inside of her.

"Now, I know what Peter is doing, but, I don't know what you're majoring in."

"Music, voice, and professional piano, Well, voice will be my minor, actually," said Lizzie, sheepishly.

"Really? That's wonderful!"

"Yes. I hope to become a professional pianist. It's been my dream since I was a little girl."

"Well then, I expect to see you sometime soon in Carnegie Hall."

"Oh, I'd love to," said Lizzie, wistfully. Lizzie was about to say something else when she saw, out of the corner of her eye, Mary Jane walking off, upset. "It was nice talking to you, Mr. Osborn," said Lizzie as she hurried off after her friend.

"You, too," said Mr. Osborn.

Lizzie felt like she was being rude leaving like she did, but she needed to make sure if her red-head was okay or not. Lizzie soon found her friend sitting in a cheep, pale white seat, crying.

"Hey, MJ," said Lizzie as she came up next to her.

"Hey," said Mary Jane, almost weakly.

"Is it alright if I sit next to you?" Mary Jane nodded her head as Lizzie sat down next to her. "You okay?" asked Lizzie, concerned.

"Yes. No," Mary Jane sighed, heavily, "I broke up with Flash."

Lizzie blinked, not believing what she just heard. Inside, a part of her rejoiced. Flash? Gone forever? Praise the Lord! But a part of her broke for the red-eyed, runny makeup Mary Jane.

"Really? Why?" Lizzie had a pretty good idea why.

"He was such a jerk. He wasn't as bad as he is now, when we started dating freshman year. But, he just got worse and worse. In the last couple of months, he started doing things to me, and to others. He... he hit me last week when I told him to leave you, Peter, and Harry alone when he bad mouthed about you three to some of his friends. He didn't like that. That's when he slapped me across the face and started to cuss me out and told me to mind my own business.

"I told him to stop talking to me. So, I spent all of that time without him thinking. That's when I decided that I needed to break up with him."

They were silent for a few moments before Lizzie brought Mary Jane in for a hug.

"I'm so sorry, MJ. I wish that I could have done something. Actually, I could hunt him done and destroy him. We can find out if he really can-"

"Oh no you don't, Elizabeth Parker."

Lizzie raised her hands up in defeat, a grin on her face. "Alright. Alright. I won't. If I were able to get my hands on that twerp, I would have only played a harmless, little prank on him."

"Even your pranks can be too harsh Lizzie." True, she did have a point. "Remember back in Mrs. Burtman's class what you did to that one boy?"

One time, in first or second grade, a boy named Bobby Brown had taken and ruined Mary Jane's brand new Barbie Doll, the one she had just gotten for her birthday. Well, this didn't make Lizzie very happy.

"I'll get him back," said Lizzie. Mary Jane looked up at her friend, tears flooding out of her eyes. "I'll get him, if it's that last thing I do," Lizzie vowed, quoting Jasper from Mary Jane's favorite Disney movie 101 Dalmatians. Mary Jane giggled around her smile.

"What? So me locking him in the girl's bathroom was cruel? Tisk, tisk. That wasn't even the worse one that I've done."

"You're right. It wasn't."

"Oh, come on. Don't make me sound that dreadful," said Lizzie, hurt.

"You can be," said Mary Jane.

"Me? Dreadful? Never!" said Lizzie, innocently. The two girls laughed. "So, you're going to try out for that new play. Aren't ya?" asked Lizzie, thinking of Thumper from Bambie as she used the line of incorrect grammar.

"Yes. If I can at least get a part in the ensemble, I'll be happy."

Lizzie hugged her friend, again, sighing. Life had just gone by too fast. Yesterday it seemed like Mary Jane had just moved in next door, Peter entranced by the young red-head, and now, they were done with high school.

Suddenly, Mary Jane gasped.

"Mary Jane?" asked Lizzie, confused. "Is something wrong?"

Mary Jane shook her head, fast. "No, nothing is wrong. I just got an idea."

"What is your idea?" asked Lizzie, nervously.

"We should move into an apartment, together."

Lizzie's mouth dropped open. Move in with her best friend? This sounded to good to be true.

"Yes! We should. But, we should both get jobs first. Then, we can start looking at apartments."

"Great!" said Mary Jane excited. "We should look over the summer. Don't you already have a job, though?"

"Yeah. I work at a music store."

"Right," Mary Jane snapped a finger like a mad scientist would when he figures something mathematical out, "Big Ben's Notes. I forgot about that. I'll start looking for one, too, as soon as I get home."

"No sweat. Take all the time you need."

The two friends hugged each other one more time before departing from each other. Scanning the crowd for her aunt or Peter, Lizzie saw Harry. He was talking to a fellow male classmate who he had talked to every once in a while in science class.

"Hey, Harry," said Lizzie, coming up to the small group.

"Hey, Liz," said Harry waving farewell to the other guy as he left to join his parents and siblings. "How have you been doing, Lizzie?" asked Harry, smiling.

Lizzie smiled in return. "So far so great."

"I thought you looked happier now then you did earlier. So, what did this?"

I'd tell you, but the I might lose you.

"Oh, nothing that blew me out of the water. I was just asked by MJ if I wanted to share an apartment with her."

"Wait. Wouldn't she ask Flash to be her roommate since they're dating?"

Oh shoot!

"Um, well, not necessarily," said Lizzie, trying to dance around the subject.

"Is she still even dating Flash? I saw them arguing with each other a few minutes ago. They looked like they broke up."

Keep calm. Keep. Calm. "Uh, yeah. They did." Why did you tell him this!? "Why do you want to know?" Lizzie saw Harry's face freeze. "Are you going to ask her out?" Lizzie asked quietly, head slightly bowed.

Please say no, thought Lizzie as she twisted her fingers behind her back.

"I really don't know. I was just... curious I guess." Harry soon looked back down at Lizzie, smiling again. "You know, I think Pete and I should get an apartment together."

Lizzie grinned, glad that Harry had finally stopped asking her about Mary Jane.


So, what did you guys think?

Okay, I know that the story prob. seems slow but I'm trying to follow the story (sorta) but also adding my own ideas and things in too.

To my wonderful reviewers (who all want Lizzie stronger and waaaay cooler then Peter and also who want Lizzie and Peter to not know about each other). I love that you guys feel like this needs to happen. I know that, being a girl myself, men think they are better than us in everything and that we can't do this and can't do that and that we should clean up after them and birth their little monsters. Ugh! I feel that frustration, too.

I strongly believe that a woman is not a thing to just carry babies and clean house and waste all the things that we have learned and all the time and money we spent on/in school for. I have nothing against chosing this lifestyle, it's just that I don't like it when men expect us to do this. I mean, yes I will clean our house and cook our food because I love him, not because I have too. We (my husband and I) will (when I get married) work together to run the household. And if I do have his kids, I will most likely have a job that I will do at home like writing books.

So, I will most likely make Lizzie like me in some cases.

But, due to these requests my brain has gone haywire. I need to think about my work. I like what I have written right now and my mind is just 'Okay, so you like this. But, will it work?'

So, the chapters will prob. come a lot lot lot slower than they do.

Again, I am sorry in advance.

Until next time, see you and have a wonderful day!

OH! P.S. If you were wondering if I support abortion or not, I do not. I HATE abortion. I don't think, I know that it is murder.