**AHHHHHH I am sooooooo so sorry you guys. I can't even remember the last
time I updated, but I was banned from the computer until the end of the
school year. Anywayz, now that it's vacation I'm bored so I'll be updating
every day. Again, I AM SORRY!!!!!!!!!**
"I want to help you guys," said Gwen firmly, holding the door open with her foot. My dad had tried to make her leave, and she had been reluctant, but hadn't said anything until now. My dad looked surprised.
"You can't get involved," he said firmly. "It's not safe-"
"I don't care!" she said vehemently. Her face turned pink. "With all due respect Mr. Parker, Jessi is my best friend, and I would do anything for her. I want to help, even if it's in a small way, though I would prefer a big way..." She trailed off. It was really touching that Gwen would say that for me, but I knew my dad was right. Gwen could not get directly involved, or she could get hurt.
"Gwen, I know you want to help Jessi," he said, smothering a smile. "But it would be most helpful if you could just keep the secret. We don't want to have another close friend kidnapped, do we?" The tone was joking, but I squirmed at the truth in the seams of it. If Gwen got involved, she could very well be abducted by this Green Goblin fanatic. A sudden idea formed in my head. I grabbed Gwen's arm, thinking of the phrase the had just crossed through my mind.
"Gwen," I said, a smile growing on my face. "I know how you can help. Seams of truth..." I was muttering to myself now. I must have looked completely insane. I looked at them, shaking my arms for emphasis. "Seams! Don't you see? Dad, you may have a 'uniform', but what about me? I can't just go there in jeans and a t-shirt. And if I went to a tailor asking for a spandex Spiderman costume, they might have me arrested." I looked at Gwen. Her eyes grew wide with understanding.
"Oh!" she said ecstatically. We gripped each other's arms, squealing.
"Mr. Parker, Jessi is saying that I can make her costume!" said Gwen to my dad. He took on a thoughtful air.
"I suppose that would be safe," he said slowly. He frowned at us. "That's all though, right? Gwen's not gonna try and help you when you go out." His voice was warning, but we weren't listening anymore. Gwen was muttering to herself about patterns and the difficulty of stretchy fabrics, and I was complaining about wedgies while really thinking of my acrophobia.
"Dad, I'm kinda freaked about my thing with heights," I told him suddenly. He looked bewildered.
"Wedgies to heights," he said tiredly. "You two are exhausting. Don't worry. You'll gain confidence with experience." I raised an eyebrow, but didn't argue. He really did look tired. Then I realized, it wasn't for sure that my mother was safe at present, and my dad was worried. I pushed aside my selfish thoughts, feeling ashamed, and started to worry. About everything.
"I want to help you guys," said Gwen firmly, holding the door open with her foot. My dad had tried to make her leave, and she had been reluctant, but hadn't said anything until now. My dad looked surprised.
"You can't get involved," he said firmly. "It's not safe-"
"I don't care!" she said vehemently. Her face turned pink. "With all due respect Mr. Parker, Jessi is my best friend, and I would do anything for her. I want to help, even if it's in a small way, though I would prefer a big way..." She trailed off. It was really touching that Gwen would say that for me, but I knew my dad was right. Gwen could not get directly involved, or she could get hurt.
"Gwen, I know you want to help Jessi," he said, smothering a smile. "But it would be most helpful if you could just keep the secret. We don't want to have another close friend kidnapped, do we?" The tone was joking, but I squirmed at the truth in the seams of it. If Gwen got involved, she could very well be abducted by this Green Goblin fanatic. A sudden idea formed in my head. I grabbed Gwen's arm, thinking of the phrase the had just crossed through my mind.
"Gwen," I said, a smile growing on my face. "I know how you can help. Seams of truth..." I was muttering to myself now. I must have looked completely insane. I looked at them, shaking my arms for emphasis. "Seams! Don't you see? Dad, you may have a 'uniform', but what about me? I can't just go there in jeans and a t-shirt. And if I went to a tailor asking for a spandex Spiderman costume, they might have me arrested." I looked at Gwen. Her eyes grew wide with understanding.
"Oh!" she said ecstatically. We gripped each other's arms, squealing.
"Mr. Parker, Jessi is saying that I can make her costume!" said Gwen to my dad. He took on a thoughtful air.
"I suppose that would be safe," he said slowly. He frowned at us. "That's all though, right? Gwen's not gonna try and help you when you go out." His voice was warning, but we weren't listening anymore. Gwen was muttering to herself about patterns and the difficulty of stretchy fabrics, and I was complaining about wedgies while really thinking of my acrophobia.
"Dad, I'm kinda freaked about my thing with heights," I told him suddenly. He looked bewildered.
"Wedgies to heights," he said tiredly. "You two are exhausting. Don't worry. You'll gain confidence with experience." I raised an eyebrow, but didn't argue. He really did look tired. Then I realized, it wasn't for sure that my mother was safe at present, and my dad was worried. I pushed aside my selfish thoughts, feeling ashamed, and started to worry. About everything.