A/N:  OMG!  I ACTUALLY WROTE ANOTHER CHAPTER!  WOOHOO!  ^_~  Anyways, the song is "Worst Day Ever" by Simple Plan, of course.  Who else, haha.

It's 6 a.m.
The clock is ringing
I need to spend an hour snoozing
'Cuz I don't think I'm going to make it

M.J. hugged her knees to her chest and stared out the window.  How could Peter do that?  He had shown his love to her before, and she knew that he hadn't moved on.  He still loved her.

I punch in
I'm sleeping
Watch the clock,
But it's not moving
'Cuz every day is never ending
I need to work I'm always spending

"I can't."  The words rang through her head.  He couldn't?  Why not?  What bad could come from loving her?  Her tears fell more and more quickly as she thought about how he had dismissed her.

And I feel like
I'm living the worst day
Over and over again
And I feel like the summer is leaving again
I feel like
I'm living the worst day
I feel like you're gone
And every day is the worst day ever
 

Her lips tingled as she remembred their kiss.  That wasn't the kiss of someone who didn't love her.  It was a kiss filled with passion, hunger, lust, love, familiarity.  Familiarity? she asked herself, but then quickly dismissed the thought.  If the kiss had meant that much, then why couldn't he love her? 

Yesterday was the worst day ever
And tomorrow won't be better
It's history repeating
Summer plans are gone forever
I traded them in for dishpan water
And every day is never ending
I need to work I'm always spending

"I can't."  The words kept coming to her.  I can't what?  Fall in love with me? she wondered.  Fall in love at all?  Feel?  Maybe he just couldn't do it on the day of Harry's father's funeral.  That makes sense.  The thought cheered her up.  After all, she had dated Harry, and it wouldn't be right to make out with him when it was a day for Harry's father's rememberance.  Yet a nagging feeling inside her told her that that wasn't it.  That it wasn't even close.

And I feel like
I'm living the worst day
Over and over again
And I feel like the summer is leaving again
I feel like
I'm living the worst day
I feel like you're gone
And every day is the worst day ever

God, she thought to herself, pulling a blanket over her head.  This really is the worst day ever. 

Worse than almost dying and worrying who Spider-man would save: the bus of kids or her?  But she knew the answer.  Yep, much worse.  After all, she always knew that Spider-man would save her.  She had no doubt in him.  If only Peter could be as faithful as Spider-man.  If only Peter was Spiderman.  She nearly burst out laughing at the thought.  Where did that thought come from?  Yet she dismissed it with her others, like she always did, and cried herself to sleep.

Definitely the worst day ever.