Co-author's notes: Hey, glad ya'll made it for the fourth chapter!! In
case you haven't noticed my buddy and me are alternating chapters between
Peter's world and Usagi's. Next chapter will be about Usagi.
See ya'll then, and enjoy!!!!!
Chp 4 "Daybreak"
8:04 AM
New York City, New York (United States of America)
The collision between Peter and his frameless bed made a thumping sound that echoed throughout the loft. The two floor loft that he had until recently shared with Harry Osborn felt empty without his former roommate's snoring. A month had passed since the younger Osborn had decided to move into his descessed father's old penthouse but still kept some things over at the loft and helped Peter out with the rent every month. Harry came and went as he pleased and still kept his bedroom, usually bringing women over at all hours of the night which bugged the dateless Parker sometimes.
'Harry was here tonight. the mess confirms that' Peter thought as he pulled his bent his left leg out and kept his right straight. On instinct he opened his right eye to make sure he had removed his costume.
"Better safe then sorry" He mumbled as he closed his eye again and started counting sheep.
The sound of female giggling and the sudden blinding light from the hallway made Peter open his right eye again to look around. His door suddenly slamed shut and Harry's voice told the girl to cool it.
"Correction, he is still here" Peter groaned to himself as he rolled over onto his back and put his hands over his face. Harry was one of Peter's closest friends but ever since the elder Osoborn's death he had begun to change. He had become like his father in a lot of ways but Peter prayed every night that Harry didnt take up his father's dark legacy and become the Green Goblin
'How can I fight my best friend?' Peter thought over as sleep did not come as the duo in the next room over made drunken noise.
9:04 AM
Harry and his lady friend had left ten mintues prior and Peter was still held up in his room trying to sleep. His tired eyes counted the dots on the cieling since he had run out of sheep to count. The alarm clock had made a fatal mistake when it had announced nine o'clock and was now lying in pieces next to Peter's bed. Lack of sleep was beginning to give Peter a headache.
"Why me?...I bet Batman doesn't have this problem" peter groaned out a joke as the "drip drip" of the bathroom faucet drove him mad.
"Im talking to myself now.....maybe I'm going insane????" Peter muttered, finally finishing his thoughts on Insomnia aloud.
9:20 AM
Sleep had finally come for Peter, the relief washed over his heavy eyelids as the darkness overcame his vision. His body ached all over from his old battle wounds and from sleeping on his side but he pushed the pain away. His short brown hair was now matted as he once again rolled over. Over the last four years, Peter had become a troubled sleeper who always tossed and turned. He never really knew why he was this way but linked it back to the fact that he didn't get that much sleep to begin with. His dream was cryptic in a sense, its images both good and bad. Mary Jane's smiling face made him remember the easier days and the sudden rearing of Jonah Jameson's face made him want to jump off a building. The dream didn't really have any sounds so when a knocking began to become audible Peter growled
"No, go away, me sleeping," he mumbled but when the knocking was suddenly answered by the calling of his name, he opened his eyes wide.
"AUNT MAY???? THE DINNER???" Peter cried out as he skyrocketed out of bed and swung his robe on. He had completely forgot that tonight was a family dinner involving Aunt May, Mary Jane and her Aunt Watson. In five second flat, Peter had ran out his door, down the hallway and did a leaping flip down to the first floor then ran to the door. Huffing and puffing, Peter kept the door jam on and opened a door a crack.
"Morning Aunt May...." he started as the old voice of Aunt May rang out.
"Peter Parker, How disrespectful of a nephew to keep his dear old aunt waiting ten minutes outside of his apartment. Do let me in Peter!" Aunt May hollered as she shook her frail pointer finger at Peter. Looking back into the apartment, Peter's face went pale and he earned a upset stomach..the place was a mess.
'What am I going to do? She cant come in but I cant keep her out any longer...its the ol' Parker luck....has to be' Peter thought as Aunt May began to start her berating again. Peter's war on crime had taken its toll on his real life in the form of broken relationships, lost jobs and reprimands from Aunt May. Peter's daydream earned him a swat on the nose through the partially open door by Aunt May. She pulled her hand back and glared at her nephew.
"Are you paying attention to me, young man? Let me in NOW!" Aunt May demanded. Looking down, defeated, Peter closed the door and pulled the door jack off and then fully opened the door. Aunt May mumbled something about Peter's manners and walked in but before she could say anything else her face also went white.
The living room was filled with empty wine bottles, clothes, and was torn apart. Peter knew this wasn't his fault but he knew his aunt did not.
"Haven't I taught you to live neat and clean? Only a pig lives in a pig sty," the frail aunt said as she turned around, which made Peter step back.
"Sorry, Harry threw a party last night. I held up in...." he got out before he was interrupted once again by Aunt May.
"Blaming poor Harr for your decadence? The boy moved out a month ago. I do say Peter," Aunt May said as her voice trailed off. Peter began to use selective hearing when Aunt May mentioned Uncle Ben for that was a subject he didn't like to discuss or think about. It was when he tuned May out that his fear rose up a notch, an owner-less bra was draped over the arm of Harry's leather black couch. Peter also realized that he had still not moved the bulky couch out yet.
'OH NO!??!?! What am i going to do?..wait.if I could... Peter thought as he formed a battle plan that was risky but if Aunt May saw that bra he would get more of a tongue lashing.
"Aunt May! Look out the window! There is a big balloon flying by!" he said to the now distracted aunt. May turned to look out the window and Peter threw his plan into motion.
"Peter, What are you talking about? I don't see any balloon, oh that reminds me of the time that Ben bought you that ...." Aunt May trailed off as Peter snagged the bright orange bra with a web line and yanked it back into his hands. Before Aunt May could turn back to repremand Peter for changing the subject, Peter had wrapped the web covered bra in his hands.
"Sorry Aunt May, It must be have been my imagination." Peter said sheepishly.
Swinging her head back at Peter, Aunt May sighed and looked around.
"I'm sorry Peter but we raised you to be neat and clean, to see you in this state is distressing." she said as Peter looked at her.
"You said "WE" again..." Peter said in his soft calm voice as Aunt May looked away and blushed.
"I'm sorry Peter, I guess I will never be the same without him..Ben is in my blood now," the frail lady said as Peter kept back any tears.
Could he ever tell his aunt that Uncle Ben would still be alive if it hadn't been for his foolishness and disrespect of his morals? The guilt he felt could and never would be erased not even by every thug, robber, and super-villain that he captured but Peter Parker prayed it would give him a second chance to tell his uncle he was sorry.
"Peter is something wrong?" Aunt May's words brought him back from his deep thinking.
"I'm okay. Just thinking," Peter said as Aunt May looked at him and his hand.
"Peter, it's not your fault that he died. Your uncle would be so proud of what you have become, a famous photographer for the Daily Bugle, college student, everything he wanted you to be and more. That man loved you more than he loved himself," she said as she coughed and wiped a tear away. Before anything else could be said or cried over, Aunt May cut Peter off.
"Well, I came over to tell you that dinner is at seven and that Mary Jane is looking forward to seeing you." May said as she pulled at her tiny blue purse and smiled at Peter.
"You should have enough time to clean this pig sty up before you even begin to think about heading over to the house. And Peter...do be on time." she said as he waved good bye and rushed out of the loft before she burst into tears, she couldn't let Peter see her weak.
The front door closed behind Aunt May and she stopped to wipe another tear before heading off. Shaking her hand she pulled out a beaten, tear soaked picture of her dead husband.
"Ben....you would laugh and tell me that I need to be easier on the boy. Oh, dear, do I miss you..." she said as she kissed the picture and put it back into the purse. She held her head high and walked away from the apartment.
Shaken, Peter sighed and sat down on the couch. The bra was placed on the arm of the couch as Peter wiped the held back tears away and gritted his teeth.
"I'm sorry Uncle Ben. I'll never give up," he said to himself as he pushed his pain and anguish back and thought about sleep again.
'Maybe I can get some sleep, then clean' Peter thought to himself. He closed his eyes and tried to get some sleep. The apartment was silent now, just Peter and the web covered bra. All the tension flowed away as sleep began to take over. He was so happy for that instant but the phone ringing killed his happiness. He grabbed the cordless green phone and slammed it against the side of his face.
"Owh...hello?" Peter answered.
"Peter? It's Robbie....Jonah would like to know if you have any extra pictures of Spider-Man, he has a big editorial today and is willing to pay extra." The editor of the Daily Bugle, Robbie Robertson, told the insomnia- ravaged Peter as Jonah Jameson's booming yelling could be heard in the background.
"Sure, give me an hour," Peter groaned.
"Peter ....he needs them now," Robbie said.
"Okay....lust let me get dressed," Peter said as they said their good-byes and hung up. Dropping the phone onto the ground, Peter put his hands over his face and groaned.
"I'M UP....I'M UP...can't a hero get sleep around here?" He moaned as he pulled himself up off the comfy couch to get dressed.
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Poor Peter!!!! LOL….. What a night!! Yowch…. Kinda makes me love my sleep all the more. ^_~ Well, reviews are greatly appreciated, both my be and my partner, "Harmful Cure." Until the next chapter, and our hero and heroine meet……
~Sticks~
See ya'll then, and enjoy!!!!!
Chp 4 "Daybreak"
8:04 AM
New York City, New York (United States of America)
The collision between Peter and his frameless bed made a thumping sound that echoed throughout the loft. The two floor loft that he had until recently shared with Harry Osborn felt empty without his former roommate's snoring. A month had passed since the younger Osborn had decided to move into his descessed father's old penthouse but still kept some things over at the loft and helped Peter out with the rent every month. Harry came and went as he pleased and still kept his bedroom, usually bringing women over at all hours of the night which bugged the dateless Parker sometimes.
'Harry was here tonight. the mess confirms that' Peter thought as he pulled his bent his left leg out and kept his right straight. On instinct he opened his right eye to make sure he had removed his costume.
"Better safe then sorry" He mumbled as he closed his eye again and started counting sheep.
The sound of female giggling and the sudden blinding light from the hallway made Peter open his right eye again to look around. His door suddenly slamed shut and Harry's voice told the girl to cool it.
"Correction, he is still here" Peter groaned to himself as he rolled over onto his back and put his hands over his face. Harry was one of Peter's closest friends but ever since the elder Osoborn's death he had begun to change. He had become like his father in a lot of ways but Peter prayed every night that Harry didnt take up his father's dark legacy and become the Green Goblin
'How can I fight my best friend?' Peter thought over as sleep did not come as the duo in the next room over made drunken noise.
9:04 AM
Harry and his lady friend had left ten mintues prior and Peter was still held up in his room trying to sleep. His tired eyes counted the dots on the cieling since he had run out of sheep to count. The alarm clock had made a fatal mistake when it had announced nine o'clock and was now lying in pieces next to Peter's bed. Lack of sleep was beginning to give Peter a headache.
"Why me?...I bet Batman doesn't have this problem" peter groaned out a joke as the "drip drip" of the bathroom faucet drove him mad.
"Im talking to myself now.....maybe I'm going insane????" Peter muttered, finally finishing his thoughts on Insomnia aloud.
9:20 AM
Sleep had finally come for Peter, the relief washed over his heavy eyelids as the darkness overcame his vision. His body ached all over from his old battle wounds and from sleeping on his side but he pushed the pain away. His short brown hair was now matted as he once again rolled over. Over the last four years, Peter had become a troubled sleeper who always tossed and turned. He never really knew why he was this way but linked it back to the fact that he didn't get that much sleep to begin with. His dream was cryptic in a sense, its images both good and bad. Mary Jane's smiling face made him remember the easier days and the sudden rearing of Jonah Jameson's face made him want to jump off a building. The dream didn't really have any sounds so when a knocking began to become audible Peter growled
"No, go away, me sleeping," he mumbled but when the knocking was suddenly answered by the calling of his name, he opened his eyes wide.
"AUNT MAY???? THE DINNER???" Peter cried out as he skyrocketed out of bed and swung his robe on. He had completely forgot that tonight was a family dinner involving Aunt May, Mary Jane and her Aunt Watson. In five second flat, Peter had ran out his door, down the hallway and did a leaping flip down to the first floor then ran to the door. Huffing and puffing, Peter kept the door jam on and opened a door a crack.
"Morning Aunt May...." he started as the old voice of Aunt May rang out.
"Peter Parker, How disrespectful of a nephew to keep his dear old aunt waiting ten minutes outside of his apartment. Do let me in Peter!" Aunt May hollered as she shook her frail pointer finger at Peter. Looking back into the apartment, Peter's face went pale and he earned a upset stomach..the place was a mess.
'What am I going to do? She cant come in but I cant keep her out any longer...its the ol' Parker luck....has to be' Peter thought as Aunt May began to start her berating again. Peter's war on crime had taken its toll on his real life in the form of broken relationships, lost jobs and reprimands from Aunt May. Peter's daydream earned him a swat on the nose through the partially open door by Aunt May. She pulled her hand back and glared at her nephew.
"Are you paying attention to me, young man? Let me in NOW!" Aunt May demanded. Looking down, defeated, Peter closed the door and pulled the door jack off and then fully opened the door. Aunt May mumbled something about Peter's manners and walked in but before she could say anything else her face also went white.
The living room was filled with empty wine bottles, clothes, and was torn apart. Peter knew this wasn't his fault but he knew his aunt did not.
"Haven't I taught you to live neat and clean? Only a pig lives in a pig sty," the frail aunt said as she turned around, which made Peter step back.
"Sorry, Harry threw a party last night. I held up in...." he got out before he was interrupted once again by Aunt May.
"Blaming poor Harr for your decadence? The boy moved out a month ago. I do say Peter," Aunt May said as her voice trailed off. Peter began to use selective hearing when Aunt May mentioned Uncle Ben for that was a subject he didn't like to discuss or think about. It was when he tuned May out that his fear rose up a notch, an owner-less bra was draped over the arm of Harry's leather black couch. Peter also realized that he had still not moved the bulky couch out yet.
'OH NO!??!?! What am i going to do?..wait.if I could... Peter thought as he formed a battle plan that was risky but if Aunt May saw that bra he would get more of a tongue lashing.
"Aunt May! Look out the window! There is a big balloon flying by!" he said to the now distracted aunt. May turned to look out the window and Peter threw his plan into motion.
"Peter, What are you talking about? I don't see any balloon, oh that reminds me of the time that Ben bought you that ...." Aunt May trailed off as Peter snagged the bright orange bra with a web line and yanked it back into his hands. Before Aunt May could turn back to repremand Peter for changing the subject, Peter had wrapped the web covered bra in his hands.
"Sorry Aunt May, It must be have been my imagination." Peter said sheepishly.
Swinging her head back at Peter, Aunt May sighed and looked around.
"I'm sorry Peter but we raised you to be neat and clean, to see you in this state is distressing." she said as Peter looked at her.
"You said "WE" again..." Peter said in his soft calm voice as Aunt May looked away and blushed.
"I'm sorry Peter, I guess I will never be the same without him..Ben is in my blood now," the frail lady said as Peter kept back any tears.
Could he ever tell his aunt that Uncle Ben would still be alive if it hadn't been for his foolishness and disrespect of his morals? The guilt he felt could and never would be erased not even by every thug, robber, and super-villain that he captured but Peter Parker prayed it would give him a second chance to tell his uncle he was sorry.
"Peter is something wrong?" Aunt May's words brought him back from his deep thinking.
"I'm okay. Just thinking," Peter said as Aunt May looked at him and his hand.
"Peter, it's not your fault that he died. Your uncle would be so proud of what you have become, a famous photographer for the Daily Bugle, college student, everything he wanted you to be and more. That man loved you more than he loved himself," she said as she coughed and wiped a tear away. Before anything else could be said or cried over, Aunt May cut Peter off.
"Well, I came over to tell you that dinner is at seven and that Mary Jane is looking forward to seeing you." May said as she pulled at her tiny blue purse and smiled at Peter.
"You should have enough time to clean this pig sty up before you even begin to think about heading over to the house. And Peter...do be on time." she said as he waved good bye and rushed out of the loft before she burst into tears, she couldn't let Peter see her weak.
The front door closed behind Aunt May and she stopped to wipe another tear before heading off. Shaking her hand she pulled out a beaten, tear soaked picture of her dead husband.
"Ben....you would laugh and tell me that I need to be easier on the boy. Oh, dear, do I miss you..." she said as she kissed the picture and put it back into the purse. She held her head high and walked away from the apartment.
Shaken, Peter sighed and sat down on the couch. The bra was placed on the arm of the couch as Peter wiped the held back tears away and gritted his teeth.
"I'm sorry Uncle Ben. I'll never give up," he said to himself as he pushed his pain and anguish back and thought about sleep again.
'Maybe I can get some sleep, then clean' Peter thought to himself. He closed his eyes and tried to get some sleep. The apartment was silent now, just Peter and the web covered bra. All the tension flowed away as sleep began to take over. He was so happy for that instant but the phone ringing killed his happiness. He grabbed the cordless green phone and slammed it against the side of his face.
"Owh...hello?" Peter answered.
"Peter? It's Robbie....Jonah would like to know if you have any extra pictures of Spider-Man, he has a big editorial today and is willing to pay extra." The editor of the Daily Bugle, Robbie Robertson, told the insomnia- ravaged Peter as Jonah Jameson's booming yelling could be heard in the background.
"Sure, give me an hour," Peter groaned.
"Peter ....he needs them now," Robbie said.
"Okay....lust let me get dressed," Peter said as they said their good-byes and hung up. Dropping the phone onto the ground, Peter put his hands over his face and groaned.
"I'M UP....I'M UP...can't a hero get sleep around here?" He moaned as he pulled himself up off the comfy couch to get dressed.
* * * *
Poor Peter!!!! LOL….. What a night!! Yowch…. Kinda makes me love my sleep all the more. ^_~ Well, reviews are greatly appreciated, both my be and my partner, "Harmful Cure." Until the next chapter, and our hero and heroine meet……
~Sticks~
