Sunday, November 15th: 10:36 pm
Dear Diary,
I met the boy next door today.
I mean... I met Peter Parker today.
I'm jumping ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning...
"It appears Spider-Man and the unknown vigilante are now duking it out right in the middle of First Avenue South!" I gripped the edge of the couch, pulling myself closer towards the television. The screen flashed from the announcer to the ensuing battle. "Who is this new man? Is he good, or is he bad? Is he related to the other vigilante, the Rhino? We have no information on this unknown figure at the current moment but stayed tuned! We will provide you with the most up-to-date news as we get it!"
Did I mention that Spider-Man has gone from wrestler to superhero? Oh yeah, diary. His hotness factor has just increased tenfold.
"Mary Jane, darling," Aunt Anna was busy in the kitchen. I heard the clang of pots and could smell the delicious aroma of pot roast floating through the air. "May and her nephew are coming over for dinner tonight."
My eyes went wide with surprise. I tore my gaze from the television to look in the direction of the kitchen.
"What?" I squeaked, my jaw dropping. "Tonight? Why didn't you warn me?"
Aunt Anna peeked her head around the corner and smiled sweetly, "I thought I had. I'm sorry, honey." She paused for a moment to allow time to recover from my momentary shock. "Could you run by the store and grab some juice? We're all out."
I sighed, glanced back at the television then stood up slowly. The battle was getting intense. Spider-Man had just delivered a mean uppercut to the unknown man, sending him backwards into an electric generator. Our power flickered briefly. I glanced up at the flickering light fixture and a faint smile of wonder passed over my face. Back on the television screen, Spider-Man was soaring away from the scene. The unknown man was obviously done for today, his charred body motionless on the street.
"No prob, Aunt Anna." I grabbed my cardigan sweater and wallet then began the short walk down the road to the corner store. It was a crisp November evening. The grey sky threatened to spew out snow but luckily for me, it remained clear. The walk only took ten minutes and I was able to grab the juice, pay for it, walk home and be back within twenty minutes. I walked up the porch steps, reached out for the doorknob and stopped short.
I could hear voices inside. One was clearly Aunt May's. The other was a man's voice. I quickly pulled back my hand.
"So," I whispered to myself, a smile playing upon my lips, "The moment of truth has arrived." I sat the juice down then pulled my cardigan off. I was dressed to the nines in a pair of slim khaki pants and a skin-tight black tank top. Even I knew how devastating my figure could be and as always, I was dressed to stun. I smoothed out the top then draped the white cardigan over my arm.
Deep breath.
I reached out and turned the doorknob.
Locked. Of course!
I rolled my eyes. "So much for my smooth entrance." Again I reached forward, ringing the doorbell this time.
"That must be her," I faintly heard Aunt Anna's voice. "Coming, Mary Jane!" Her heavy footsteps could be heard as she crossed the living room towards the door. I heard the lock sliding over. The door swung open and the sudden warmth of the home washed over me.
Aunt Anna opened the door wide, allowing me full view of everyone inside. Aunt May was sitting in the dining room while Peter sat on the couch closest to the door. His brown eyes were wide and his mouth slightly agape.
"Peter Parker," Aunt Anna noticed his stunned expression and it obviously pleased her greatly. She chuckled before continuing her introduction, "I'd like you to meet my niece."
I stepped through the threshold, my eyes never leaving Peter's. He was cute, in a nerdy sort of way.
"You mean…" He stood up quickly, "THAT's Mary Jane..?"
I laughed, nodding my head. I put one hand on my curvy hip then winked, "Face it, Tiger… You just hit the Jackpot!"