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It was Saturday. Aunt May was with her friend Anna Watson, Harry and Gwen were spending the day together, Mary Jane was busy, and Marcy was teaching a dance class.

Peter and Marko were sitting in the family with nothing to do.

"You bored?" asked Marko.

"Yeah," answered Peter.

"Same here."

They continued to do nothing.

"Hey, let's go to the park and play some football," suggested Marko.

"I don't kow," said Peter.

"Come on. Anythings better then staying here and doing nothing."

Peter thought about it.

"I guess. Alright."

"Flint Marko has the ball!" narrated Marko. "He looks! He sees! He's handsome! He's open! And he-"

As Marko was running down with the ball, Peter tackled him and snagged the ball away.

"And now Peter Parker has the ball!" narrated Peter. "He runs down the field! And touchdown! Parker wins the game!"

Marko tackled him down, wrapped one arm around him, and rugged his fist against the top of Peter's head.

"Ow! Stop it! Let go!"

"No way!" laughed Marko.

Peter struggled and finally slipped out and got Marko into a headlock.

"Now I got you!" laughed Peter.

"Ah! You got quite a hold, kid."

He eventually let go and the two laughed. Then went back to playing football.

Marko and Peter decided to go to the pier. They were standing at the dock, looking at the ocean. Peter was eating some cotton candy Marko buy him.

"Want some?" asked Peter.

"Nah," said Marko. "That stuff turns my body hard now. I learned the hard way that sand and cotton candy don't mix well."

When Peter finished his treat, around his mouth was sticky and a little pick from the candy.

Marko chuckled. "Here. Let me clean you up."

He took a napkin that was in his pocket and wiped Peter's mouth.

"I'm not a baby."

"I know. You're a big boy. But you eat sugary treats like a five year old."

Peter gave a small pout. Marko just grinned.

The Sun was setting and Peter was getting tired.

"I had a great day."

"So did I," said Marko. "Can't remember the last time I had fun with a friend."

Peter yawned.

"Tired?"

He nodded.

Marko picked him up. Peter rested his head on his chest. Marko took him home.

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