Lyla's POV

Peter really is the sweetest person ever. He showed me all of my classes. And since we're both majoring in bio engineering, we became friends. At least it think we have. We do work together. He helps me with so much with everything. Food, homework, balancing everything in my life. Even though Dad is sending me money, I got a job. Where Peter works. Peter is almost always at my house. But he dissapears a lot. He comes to NYU with bruises and cuts all over him. His girlfriend doesn't seem to care. But I did catch Gwen making out with some teacher. She asked me not to tell Peter. And I promised I wouldn't. I can't lose a new friend. My only friend.

"Well hello there." Peter said. His head sticking out of my window. He's been doing for a while now. And it took me awhile to get used to it. But I love his surprise visits.

"Peter!" I squeal. I was about to work out. I was only in my sports bra and spanx. His eyes widen and he starts to chuckle. "I have a front door, you know."

He sighs as he climbs his way into my apartment. "I always forget about it." He winks.

"Peter Parker, you never wink unless you're upset. What's up?" I say.

He walks closer and closer to me. I feel butterflies in my stomach. Hell, I'm twenty four and I still call them butterflies. "Gwen and I got in a fight."

"I'm sorry." I say. I close the space between us. I circle my arms around him and he does the same.

He bends his neck down and looks me in the eyes. I love his deep brown eyes. To think I only met him a month ago. I let him into my life this easily. It took me a full month to fall in love with Peter Parker.

He rests his forehead on mine. "What would I be without you, Ly?"

"She's cheating on you!" I yell.

He lets go of me.

"Tell me everything Lyla."

"She made out with Mr. Dawson." I couldn't tell him that I promised to not tell him.

He starts to pace back and forth. He throws his hands in the air. Then he punches the wall. So hard that it put a hole in it. But his hand was still stuck to the wall.

I gasp. "Peter?"

Steve's POV

I'm sitting in the airport. Everyone told me not to do it. But I have to. Its been a long time since I saw her. I just, I need this.

"Last call for the 39 flight to New York."

I jerk my head up and start to walk towards the plane. I sigh as I find my seat and I lay my head against the window. This will be a long flight.

When the plane landed, it was raining. I missed the rain of New York. Tony told me where she was living. I bet you anything he regrets that. But I get a cab and tell the driver where to go.

When I saw the building, I sighed. I started to think. She's living her life now, Steve. Don't ruin it.

But I ignore these thoughts. I open the door to the building and walk up the stairs. Tony said 26B was her apartment. It took me awhile to find it. But there the green door stood in front of me. I start to knock on the door. When the door opened, I saw a man.

"Lyla, door!" He yells as he looks at me. "You can come in." He says.

I nod and walk in. Everything that screamed Lyla was here. Small couch. Big TV. Everything polka dotted in the kitchen.

But I start to stare at this young man. Were they together? Was he living here? Who is he?

"Who is it, Peter?" She says. She enters the room and took my breath away.

"Lyla." I say. I smile.

She runs her hand through her hair. "Steve." She says. I hear disappointment in her voice.