THREE
If she only knew
What I knew but couldn't say
If she could just see
The part of me that I hid away
If I could just hold her in my arms again
And just say I love you
*If She Only Knew-98 Degrees*
Mary Jane threw down the papers angrily. *Why can't the media tell the difference between a good guy and a bad guy? And they're supposed to report nothing but the truth.* Mary Jane thought.
"These people should work in a Steven Spielberg's production rather than the Daily Bugle." She muttered.
"Ms. Hollywood! Customer!" Enrique called, "If you'll be spending so much time in the kitchen, I suggest we trade places!"
"Yeah, I'm coming!" Mary Jane shouted back. *Exchange places? Sure, Enrique! I'd like to see you fit into this tiny skirt.* Mary Jane thought, chuckling to herself. She tied her apron absent-mindedly around her waist and tucked a pencil behind her ear. *New Yorkers never stop eating.* She grumbled to herself.
"Hi, MJ!" That familiar voice.
"Hey, Tiger! What brings you here?"
"Oh, I was just in the-" Peter shrugged, as he made a sweeping gesture with his hand.
"Neighbourhood." Mary Jane finished for him.
"Came to return this." Peter said, placing the red thermos on the counter, "and to try some of your Moondance coffee."
"O.K. One cup of battery acid coming up." Mary Jane said, as she got up to prepare the coffee. As she poured milk and into the cup, she caught one of the waitresses, Kelly watching her from the table she was waiting on.
Ask him out, Kelly mouthed.
I'm working on it! Mary Jane mouthed back and the other waitress gave her a crossed finger sign.
She placed the coffee in front of him and leaned her elbows on the counter.
"How's work?"
"Hectic. Crime is on the rise again and J.J. wants every piece of Spidey action I can get." Peter replied, between sips of the coffee. He grimaced, as he held up the coffee cup, "You're not kidding. This is really corrosive."
Mary Jane laughed and then, she turned serious, "Yeah, corrosive. Kinda like the article on Spiderman I read this morning in the Daily Bugle. I just can't believe how someone can be so blind. They just can't seem to tell the difference between a good guy and a bad fella."
"Society resist change," Peter replied, "They dislike something out of the ordinary. People believe in the goodness of a person only upon reflection but they believe every bad deeds instantly. That's why bad gossips sell."
"Then, why does Spiderman go on saving these ungrateful New Yorkers?"
"Sometimes you just have to stand up for what you believe is right, even if you have to stand alone." Peter replied.
"I do believe in him." Mary Jane said, almost in a whisper. She looked deep into his eyes, searching its blue depth for the secrets in his heart. Finding none, she turned away. "Well, he does a great job keeping me out of trouble!" She added, chirpily.
"Glad to have a fan."
Mary Jane almost dropped the coffeepot. Somebody had told her that before. Her superhero stalker. Could it be?
"What did you just say?" she asked, too sharply.
"I said Spiderman would be glad to know that you're his fan." Peter said, mentally kicking himself for the slip of tongue. Part of him was afraid to reveal his identity to her and yet part of him wanted her to know, so he could finally tell her the truth behind his action at the cemetery. So he could finally hold her.
"Oh." Was all Mary Jane could say. There was a moment of awkward silence before she changed the subject.
"So, how was your weekend?"
"Nothing spectacular." Peter replied. *You know, the usual…save a few damsels in distress from muggers, stop a couple of carjackers and rescued a fat cat stuck in a tree.* He thought and smiled a secret smile.
"Wanna do something next weekend?"
"I'm game."
"There's this movie I want to catch. I have a small part in an upcoming film with the co-star of this movie and I just want to sort of analyze his acting styles."
Mary Jane was really thrilled when he agreed to catch the thriller with her. It's a small start but it's something, Peter had told her. She wondered what he meant-the part she was offered or their relationship.
If she only knew
What I knew but couldn't say
If she could just see
The part of me that I hid away
If I could just hold her in my arms again
And just say I love you
*If She Only Knew-98 Degrees*
Mary Jane threw down the papers angrily. *Why can't the media tell the difference between a good guy and a bad guy? And they're supposed to report nothing but the truth.* Mary Jane thought.
"These people should work in a Steven Spielberg's production rather than the Daily Bugle." She muttered.
"Ms. Hollywood! Customer!" Enrique called, "If you'll be spending so much time in the kitchen, I suggest we trade places!"
"Yeah, I'm coming!" Mary Jane shouted back. *Exchange places? Sure, Enrique! I'd like to see you fit into this tiny skirt.* Mary Jane thought, chuckling to herself. She tied her apron absent-mindedly around her waist and tucked a pencil behind her ear. *New Yorkers never stop eating.* She grumbled to herself.
"Hi, MJ!" That familiar voice.
"Hey, Tiger! What brings you here?"
"Oh, I was just in the-" Peter shrugged, as he made a sweeping gesture with his hand.
"Neighbourhood." Mary Jane finished for him.
"Came to return this." Peter said, placing the red thermos on the counter, "and to try some of your Moondance coffee."
"O.K. One cup of battery acid coming up." Mary Jane said, as she got up to prepare the coffee. As she poured milk and into the cup, she caught one of the waitresses, Kelly watching her from the table she was waiting on.
Ask him out, Kelly mouthed.
I'm working on it! Mary Jane mouthed back and the other waitress gave her a crossed finger sign.
She placed the coffee in front of him and leaned her elbows on the counter.
"How's work?"
"Hectic. Crime is on the rise again and J.J. wants every piece of Spidey action I can get." Peter replied, between sips of the coffee. He grimaced, as he held up the coffee cup, "You're not kidding. This is really corrosive."
Mary Jane laughed and then, she turned serious, "Yeah, corrosive. Kinda like the article on Spiderman I read this morning in the Daily Bugle. I just can't believe how someone can be so blind. They just can't seem to tell the difference between a good guy and a bad fella."
"Society resist change," Peter replied, "They dislike something out of the ordinary. People believe in the goodness of a person only upon reflection but they believe every bad deeds instantly. That's why bad gossips sell."
"Then, why does Spiderman go on saving these ungrateful New Yorkers?"
"Sometimes you just have to stand up for what you believe is right, even if you have to stand alone." Peter replied.
"I do believe in him." Mary Jane said, almost in a whisper. She looked deep into his eyes, searching its blue depth for the secrets in his heart. Finding none, she turned away. "Well, he does a great job keeping me out of trouble!" She added, chirpily.
"Glad to have a fan."
Mary Jane almost dropped the coffeepot. Somebody had told her that before. Her superhero stalker. Could it be?
"What did you just say?" she asked, too sharply.
"I said Spiderman would be glad to know that you're his fan." Peter said, mentally kicking himself for the slip of tongue. Part of him was afraid to reveal his identity to her and yet part of him wanted her to know, so he could finally tell her the truth behind his action at the cemetery. So he could finally hold her.
"Oh." Was all Mary Jane could say. There was a moment of awkward silence before she changed the subject.
"So, how was your weekend?"
"Nothing spectacular." Peter replied. *You know, the usual…save a few damsels in distress from muggers, stop a couple of carjackers and rescued a fat cat stuck in a tree.* He thought and smiled a secret smile.
"Wanna do something next weekend?"
"I'm game."
"There's this movie I want to catch. I have a small part in an upcoming film with the co-star of this movie and I just want to sort of analyze his acting styles."
Mary Jane was really thrilled when he agreed to catch the thriller with her. It's a small start but it's something, Peter had told her. She wondered what he meant-the part she was offered or their relationship.
