"Trish! Peter's here again!"
"Oooh." Becca, who had placed herself in the chair by my bedroom window, wiggled her eyebrows at me.
"What!?"
"No smooching in the basement!"
"We do not smooch in the basement!" I huffed, cheeks burning.
Becca just giggled at me, so I quickly brushed some of the hair out of my face and booked it down the stairs. Emily was making small talk with Peter when I hurried into the room.
"So you're a senior, too?"
"Yeah."
"Your name is Emily, right?"
"Yep."
"Nice to officially meet you, Emily."
"You, too."
Was my sister actually smiling? Weird.
"Hey, Peter."
Stay calm, it's not like he's Spider-Man and he's about to finally tell you everything about what the heck is going on with these freaky abilities.
"Hey, Trish." He nodded to Emily, then followed me back into the basement.
"So, uh…"
"You want answers. That's what I'm here for tonight. We can work on the science fair project next time."
I let out a relieved breath. "Yes. Thank you."
"So, when did you get powers?"
"The Spider-Man museum, the first day we got here."
"Wow."
"Yeah " I rubbed the back of my neck.
"So you have sticky hands and feet, crazy strength, reflexes, Spider-Sense?"
"Yep. All of the above…"
"Sweet. I can help you control them."
"Really!?"
"Yep."
"Thank you thank you thank you thank you!"
He closed his eyes, letting out a soft laugh.
"Let's start with the sticky hands, shall we?"
"So?"
"So?"
"So, did you kiss him!?"
"What!? No!"
That is so far off from what we were doing.
Becca was rolling on the floor in laughter. She really thought she was hilarious. I stood with my hands on my hips, staring at her indignantly. When she finally fell still, she asked, "You have a major crush on him, don't you?"
"You want the truth?" I stared down at her.
"Oh yeah."
"I don't know."
"What!? Lies!"
"It's the truth."
"Mhm." She raised an eyebrow at me, but I simply stepped over her and grabbed the book that was at my desk. I flopped onto my bed and quickly buried my nose in it's pages.
"Now, if you don't mind, I'll be reading now."
"Yeah. Me too. My comic book."
"Have fun."
"I will."
When she didn't move, I peered over my book at her, pushing my glasses up on my nose. "What?"
"Nothing." She got up, giggling.
"What?"
"I'll get the truth out of you eventually."
"You already did."
"Sure." She winked at me and retreated into her own room. I just sighed and continued reading, though it was harder to focus.
He's smart and nice and cute, sure...But do I like him? I don't know, yet.
Why are teenage emotions so hard to figure out?