God, I feel like we keep having one of those in-and-out relationships with you guys. I haven't been abandoning you guys, it's this sickness - probably allergies - and it fucking sucks because I'm not a strong person while being sick, so. Yeah... Anyways I noticed someone mention their Polyvore and I made one a while back so here it is: [There's nothing on it, because I'm not good at fashion, lol]

bluedreamcatcher . polyvore . com And just remove the spaces. Also including Hallie having powers, a lot said yes, some said no, and some of you PM'd me explaining why she should, or why she shouldn't. I'll try to make both sides happy with upcoming chapters.

Cнαρтєя 26: Aℓмσѕт Cαυgнт
"Oυя ρяιмє ρυяρσѕє ιη тнιѕ ℓιƒє ιѕ тσ нєℓρ σтнєяѕ. Aη∂ ιƒ уσυ cαη'т нєℓρ тнєм, αт ℓєαѕт ∂ση'т нυят тнєм." - Dαℓαι Lαмα

Cнαρтєя Sσηg: I Lσνє Yσυ Wιℓℓ Sσυηтнє Sαмє - Oн Hσηєу
"Could you see yourself
growing old with me,
watchin' my head turn to grey?
Could you live with me
in my mistakes,
and the ones I have yet to make?
So when our eyes have seen their better days,
and our hearing starts to fade,
put your arms 'round my neck, and your heart on my chest.
"I Love You" will still sound the same.
"I Love You" will still sound the same.
Hey yea ey ey yea ey ey.
Hey yea ey ey yea.
Hey yea ey ey yea ey ey.
"I Love You" will still sound the same.
"I Love You" will still sound the same.
I can see our dreams,
inside of a child,
long after ours fade away.
When our rings start to rust,
and our skin starts to age,
remember the promise we made.
So when our eyes have seen their better days,
and our hearing starts to fade,
put your arms 'round my neck, and your heart on my chest.
"I Love You" will still sound the same.
"I Love You" will still sound the same
Hey yea ey ey yea ey ey.
Hey yea ey ey yea.
Hey yea ey ey yea ey ey.
"I Love You" will still sound the same.
"I Love You" will still sound the same
When bills pile up,
and time tests our love.
We'll stay forever in love.
We'll stick to our guns,
our grip won't loosen up,
when we say forever ain't enough.
So when our eyes have seen their better days,
and our hearing starts to fade,
put your arms 'round my neck, and your heart on my chest.
"I Love You" will still sound the same.
"I Love You" will still sound the same.
Hey yea ey ey yea ey ey.
Hey yea ey ey yea.
Hey yea ey ey yea ey ey.
"I Love You" will still sound the same.
"I Love You" will still sound the same."

HALLIE MEMPHIS' P.O.V

Both Peter and I were awoken by his cell phone ringing. I snuggled into his chest, fisting the material of his t-shirt. I did not want to wake up. This - laying in his arms - was true heaven. His arms were securely locked around my middle, chin rested on top of my forehead, and legs tangled together. Everytime I would breath in, I would smell the familiar scent of cologne, and the home-y leather smell. Nothing was better than that.

On the second or third ring, Peter grabbed the phone. "Heeelloo?" he answers, rather sleepily.

"Pete, it's me," I hear a male voice reply.

"Hey Harry," Oh, so that's what Harry Osborn sounds like. Luke wanted to met him so badly, considering we both kinda work for him. I did too, because he was my fiance's best friend, and I like to be friends with him if it made Peter happy. "What time is it?"

I shrug, playing with the hem of his t-shirt. Peter presses a small kiss to my forehead, squeezing my side.

"Late. Early." Harry replies. "I dunno, I've been up all night. I need to see you."

"Yeah you alright?"

"Not really Pete. I'm dying. But I'm thinking you can help save my life."

I almost gasp, but quickly cover my mouth. I see Peter's eyes widened. "I-I'll be there as quick as possible."

"Okay. See you," Peter hangs up, placing his phone somewhere on the floor.

"Oh, Peter," I wrap my arms around him as he buries his face into my neck.

He sniffles. "My best friend is dying..."

I kiss the top of his head. "I know, I know, just try and think of something positive."

"He said I could save him."

"That's good right?"

"But how?" he asks. "He doesn't know I'm Spidey, and not a superhuman medical doctor."

I lean back and peck his lips. "Whatever it is, I'm sure you can do it. You're Peter Parker remember? It'll be okay?"

"I'm glad I have you Halez." he whispers, twirling a stand of hair around between his fingers.

"Is it because I'm a good kisser? Or because I'm a good problem solver?"

"Both." he smirks before kissing me. Oh, I'll never get enough of this...

xxXxx

Peter had went to Oscorp earlier, before he dropped me off at my house. And that's when an angry brother was standing in the kitchen, holding a frying pan.

"Where in the Tardis were you last night?" Luke asks, preparing to swing the kitchen utensil.

I giggle, covering my mouth with my hand that had the ring. "Well, I think this shall explain it."

My older brother drops the frying pan, mouth hung open, as his eye twitches. "He- you- wait, did you-"

I rolled my eyes, almost wanting to hit him with the frying pan instead. "No, we didn't." Almost... "But yes, he did propose."

"How?"

"With a cookie!"

Luke smiles. "Good, he knows how to impress my sister; with sweets. Now, go get ready for work."

As I made my way upstairs, a thought occurred to me. "Luke?"

"Hmm?"

"Why were you interested if Peter and I had sex?"

"Well, just in case if there were going to be mini Halez, and Peter's running around the house, I want to be prepared." he grins, as I blush, thinking of a mini me or Peter. That wouldn't be for a while.

I nod. "Ah, okay. Always good to be prepared." then I grin. "But are there going to be mini Luke's and Gwen's running around the house any time soon?"

He throws a rubber spatula at me. "Shut up!"

"Aw, is someone flustered?"

"Just go get dressed Mrs. Future Parker." he orders. I laugh, pleased with myself, as I made my way towards my room. I took a short shower, and changed into a black and white striped shirt, burgundy skirt, and placed my hair up into a bun. I slipped on my plain sneakers, grabbed my over-body purse, and went downstairs.

"Daw," Luke grinned, poking my check, "don't you just look adorable."

I twirled around in my skirt. "Why thank you, thank you very much." He just laughed at my impression of Elvis as we were out the door to Oscorp.

xxXxx

"Dillon Max," I say, as I type the name in. All the people who worked in the building's profile pictures came up, as the computer searched for Max. After a few minutes, it couldn't find him.

NAME NOT FOUND

"What?" I went to type it in again when I heard a beep.

SEARCH BLOCKED
Contact Administrator

"Shit," Just as I logged off, some security guys pointed at me. I grabbed my purse, slung it over me, and walked swiftly, and fastly as I could away from the area. Hopefully, I didn't cause any attention...

"Miss Memphis! Wait!" one of the security guys called out as I continued walking. I had no idea where I was going so I went through a could doors, and ran into someone.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so-" the person looked at me, revealing Peter, "Hi,"

"Hi." he smirks. I almost forgot about why I ran into him, until I heard footsteps approaching behind us. I grabbed his hand and went into the nearest place I could, which was a technical supply closet. I looked out the peep hole just to see the security guys pass by the closet.

I let go a sigh of relief.

"Wait, is the Hallie Memphis in trouble?" Peter questions, and I nod, a smile going across my lips. "Well, they do say good girls are just bad girls in disguise."

I rolled my eyes. "It's because of the accident that turned Max into what he is now. They're covering it up."

"And you tried to hack didn't you?"

"No," I say. "I was good. I just tried to search his name and there was nothing."

After a few moments of silence, Peter chuckles. "You realize this is the worst, cliché place to hid right? It's like the place where most stupid people hide in horror movies!"

"Well, I'm sorry. I'm not Batman, I just can't climb into the vents and pretend that nothing ever happened."

"You can't, but I probably could."

I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my forehead to his. "So what happened with Harry?"

He locks his arms around my waist. "He says that he need's my blood - Spider-Man's blood because he thinks it'll save him. But he could do o-or something worse."

Trying to cheer him up, I perch up on my tippy toes and kiss him. I've kissed him on a rooftop, in a park, at school, at both of our houses, and now in a supply closet. I don't know how long we stood there, having our arms wrapped around each other. I pulled away, smiling.

"I have to get to work," I say, as he pecks my lips.

"Okay, I'll distract him, you get to the elevator." he kisses me one more time, before I open the door and make my way towards the elevator. I press the button as Peter stands where I saw one of the security guys coming down the hallway.

He uses his web shooter to grab a cup of coffee, and then run into the guy splashing coffee all over him. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" Just by using he clever skills he manages to distract them but they still spot me.

"Hey miss wait!" they yell just as I enter the elevator. I smile, mentally thanking my fiancé in my mind.

"Hallie Memphis," I hear a voice say. I gasp, turning around to see Harry Osborn. "Sorry,"

I shake my head. "It's alright. How'd you-"

"Peter." he replies. "You're his girlfriend, right?"

I nod, about to correct him, but I stop myself. "I- uh, yeah."

"I'm sorry he hasn't introduced us yet."

"Oh, it's been uh, complicated at the moment. Been busy," I tell him.

"But that's why he needs you, right?" Harry says. "To help him through it, to make his choices clear."

Smiling, I nod. "Yeah." I couldn't help but notice that he was staring at me, and not in a 'Ew-You-Look-Weird' way, but like he was admiring me. Why? I had no idea. I thought best friends weren't supposed to look at other friend's girlfriends/fiancée's.

The elevator stopped at Luke's level, and I looked back at Harry. "Well, it's nice to met you."

"It was a pleasure to met you Hallie." he replies before the elevator door closes.