Guys, Christmmas special! It's about past Christmas, with younger characters, separated lives. You know, before the Black Fat Cat even existed.
Don't expect this to be the typical Christmas story with a happy ending, in which a day seems to last long enough for twenty chapter to be written about it. Nope. It does answer many questions you may or may not have, and it does have cute, fluffy moments with a few characters.
Enjoy:)
Snow, candy canes, pines, carols, and the colors green, red and white; this are the things that make up Christmas, right? Well that, the gifts, the food and the over joyful moments with friends and family.
But Christmas isn't the same every year, and definitely not the same to everyone. If we look back to the Christmas of years before, maybe we could understand some better, or at least, see them in a different way.
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Hark how the bells,
sweet silver bells,
all seem to say,
"throw cares away"
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Peter walked down the streets of New York carrying a box of donnuts and hot coffee. He made his way with a quick pace to his house, where aunt May waited for him. Not because he had to hurry, but because he wanted to. It was no other than Christmas, the time in which everyone was filled with joy and excitement, and Peter Parker was no different at that.
He knocked on the door and it immediately opened.
"Peter! What took you so long? Come on in" Aunt May ushered him inside.
"I came here as fast as I could! But the line was huge!"He answered as he shook the snow off his coat and hanged it with the others. Aunt May closed the door behind him and they went into the living room, where a pile of christmas movies and food sat on the coffee table. He sat on the couch and reached for his ringing cellphone.
"Yeah?" He said as he answered and watched how his aunt went from the living room to the kitchen.
"I'm on my way Pete, don't start without me!" said Harry Osborn on the other side of the line.
Someone knocked on the door and Peter stood up to answer it.
"Okay, but hurry up man," He said as he opened the door, reveleaning Felicia outside," even Felicia is already here."
Felicia made her way in and shot Peter a look.
"What do you mean even Felicia, Huh? I mean, you are the one who's always late for everything." She told him.
"Yeah yeah, I'll hurry. Be there in ten." And then Harry hung up.
Peter closed his phone and looked up at Felicia, who had her arms crossed over her chest.
"I'm not one to talk, but you're not exactly the most punctual person I know." He told her.
She raised her eyebrows,"If you'd stop getting in my way, I wouldn't be late."She whispered.
Peter glanced at the kitchen, where aunt May was preparing something.
"Yeah, but you finally stopped, didn't you?" He said, trying to make it more of a statement, but ended being the question he'd been meaning to ask for a while now.
Felicia avoided looking directly at Peter's eyes,"Yeah, I did." She said.
Aunt May walked out of the kitchen with a plate full of cookies.
"Here, have some cookies." She said with a smile.
They both smiled and took a cookie, and then the three of them went to the living room.
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Christmas is here
Bringing good cheer
To young and old
Meek and the bold
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Gwen Stacy pushed the door of the bakery open with her shoulder and smiled to a guy who held it her.
"Thank you." She told him, and then headed to her appartment, three docens of muffins in guy grinned and nodded, walking into the building. After walking a few blocks, she reached her destined building. She greeted the doorman and took the elevator. She took out her keys and opened the door, and then she was greeted with smiles from her family.
"Hey Gwen!" Her brothers said, as they all ran and took the boxes from her.
"Kids, remember to save some for dinner!" Her mother said in an attempt of keeping them from eating all of them.
"Good to know they're happy to see me." Gwen said and went into the kitchen.
The sound of cheers and screams coming from Gwen's brothers on the other sidde of the room made he mother roll her eyes.
She turned back to her daughter and noticed she was putting three muffins in a basket.
"Gwen, what are you doing?" She asked her.
Gwen turned to her mom while still arranging the muffins in the basket,"I'm taking these to the girl next door, Kitty." She answered.
Her mother raised an eyebrow at her.
"Oh, really? I thought you disliked her. You know, since she had this 'weird' crush on Peter."
Gwen snapped her head back to her mother.
"I don't dislike her. I just wasn't all that happy about a girl having pictures of my boyfriend on her wall and her giving me mean looks whenever he's around. Besides, it's just a few muffins, and it's Christmas." She reasoned.
Her mother nodded.
"Why did you change your mind? You know, about this girl."
Gwen thought for a moment her words.
"It's just-" She started,"Her brother died a few months ago, and this is their first Christmas without him. It must be hard, and I thought a little kindness wouldn't kill. I mean, it's not like we'll just become bff's because of that..."
Her mother smiled, walked to her and kissed her forehead, "You're a great person Gwen, you know?"
Gwen smiled.
"Thanks mom." She said and then headed out.
"Don't take too long, your dad will be here any time soon."
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Ding, dong, ding, dong
That is their song
With joyful ring
All caroling
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"Peter! Peter I'm here!" Harry screamed as he ran towards the door of his house and pounded on the door. The door flung open and Peter hurried him in.
"What took you so long?" Peter asked him.
"I'm sorry. My dad 'wanted' to have a family dinner."
Peter arched an eyebrow.
"How long did it last this time?" He asked.
Harry took out his phone and showed him a chronometer.
"Ten minutes." He turned to Felicia and elaborated,"He received a call from the office and left."
"Oh." She nodded.
Harry took off his coat, gloves and scarf and hanged it along Felicia's and Peter's. Then they all went to the living room, where aunt May waited.
"Harry!" She greeted him with a hig and a kiss,"Want some cookies?"
He took a cookie and sat down.
"Thank you, aunt May." He said.
Peter picked the remote and was about to play the first movie when his phone ringed.
"Oh come on!" Both Harry and Felicia complained.
"Sorry, I won't take long." He said as he stood up and left.
Once he as gone aunt May whispered;"It must be Gwen."
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One seems to hear
Words of good cheer
From ev'rywhere
Filling the air
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Gwen knocked on Kitty's door and took a deep breath. She could do this. She would do this. The door flung open and Kitty stared at her.
"What?" She almost spat.
Gwen stammered,"Uh, I,I just-I wanted to-" She sighed,"I thought you and your family would like some muffins? We had a few extras and-" She paused when shenoticed she wasn't getting anything but the same old, almost mean, look from Kitty.
"Look, I'm sorry about what happened, with your brother, and I thought that maybe a little kindness would help." She said and extened her hands, putting the basket closer to Kitty. Kitty blinked and looked at the basket.
"Thanks." She said as she took them.
Kitty was turning to leave but stopped dead in her tracks, looked at Gwen and sighed. She turned back and hugged her, and then she whispered a soft: "Thank you." That somehow seemed to be more meaningful than the one she'd said before. Gwen hugged her back and waited until she pulled back, unsure of what to do. Kitty pulled back and smiled, sniffing.
"And I'm sorry about everything- with Peter. I just- he's a good friend to me, and a great guy. But you already know that. Just, take care of him, as I know he'll take care of you."
Gwen blinked and smiled.
"Thanks." She said.
"And maybe we could be friends? Start over or something." Kitty told her.
Gwen nodded and extended her hand for her to shake it.
"I'm Gwen Stacy, you must be the new neighbor."
Kitty took her hand and shook it.
"Yeah, I'm Kitty, nice to meet you."
Gwen smiled. "If you ever need anything, I'm right here next door, okay?"
Kitty nodded and closed the door. Gwen went back home and pulled her phone out. She dialed the phone number she'd grown used to typing now- she knew it by heart. After a few rigs, he picked up.
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Oh how they pound,
Raising the sound,
O'er hill and dale,
Telling their tale,
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"Gwen." He said as he picked up.
"Peter!" She said with excitement.
"What's got you so happy?"He asked, curious.
"I just talked to Kitty. I think we coulda ctually become friends."
"Oh really?" He grinned.
"Yup. I think I have her blessing."
"So when are you proposing to me?" He joked.
"Well if I tell it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?" She played along.
They chuckled.
"Peter! Stop flirting and hurry up!" Both Harry and Felicia yelled from the living room.
Peter and Gwen chuckled.
"I guess you have to go." She said.
"Yup. Weird and ansious best friends, what can I do?"
"Hey!" They yelled.
Gwen laughed,"Well, then. Merry Christmas Peter."
He smiled,"Merry Christmas Gwen."
"And I'll hang a mistletoe over my window for when you come." She told him.
He smirked.
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Gaily they ring
While people sing
Songs of good cheer
Christmas is here
Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas
Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas
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Mary Jane sighed before opening the door to house, preparing herself to whatever waited inside. She found her father half asleep on the couch, a beer bottle in hand. She took the bottle from him and straightened him a bit. Then she went to the kitchen and put a small chicken in the microwave. She was going to try, at least one last time, and if it didn't work she'd leave once and for all. But not tonight, not on Christmas. Even if she wanted to, so much, she couldn't leave just yet. She didn't have the guts. And if she did, where would she go? What would she do? She needed to at least finish highschool. Yet, she yearned the day she had a career and money enough to have a place of her own, and have a fresh start. Meet new people, make good, strong friendships. And why not? Even have a good boyfriend; not like the ones she had before, one that would care about her. She shook her head, reminding herself that it was the one night of the year (not even her birthday) that she could be happy and maybe even share a good moment with her only relative. Even when he'd let her down so many times, he was still her father.
She took the chicken out and sat at the table. She tried to wake up her father, but it was no use. Maybe it was for good. Maybe for htem to get along, one of them must be out. And her father was definitely out of it. She took a piece of the chicken and ate it.
Someday, she promised herself, I'll have a life I enjoy. I'll be eager to be with the people around me. They'll care about me, and I'll care about them.
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On, on they send
On without end
Their joyful tone
To every home
In my defence, I started this before Christmas. You should've seen me, I was typing like a million words a second, seriously! (okay, maybe not, but you get my point)But my family can be very time consuming. Example: We got locked out of my house while having dinner outside. My cousin's baby was inside. And since I live in an apartment, we had to climb and break either the window or the protections. We made my eight year old nephew climb through the living room window to open the door. All of this, of course, the 24th. And so on, and on. Other reason I didn't put this up the 25th (at the very least) is that I didn't have my computer. I wrote this in my cousin's computer.
Wel, anyway, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did :) Merry post-Christmas everyone.
