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Author's Note: Wow! Thanks guys! I'm so glad you like it still. And thanks, Seashell, for the sweet comment! And I've read my share of movie script fanfictions, and I try to steer clear of it. I definitely see where you would be bugged by the "muscles ached to swing about New York City and he grinned" part. It was a little random. I'll keep that in mind and try and stick with Peter's character more. whacks self And on with the chapter! Oh...and I have italics in here. If they don't work, I'm sorry. doesn't like me. --;;
Chapter 5: Lunch Plans
One would have thought a bomb had been detonated. The students all stood up and bolted from the lecture hall, some even tripping over their own excited feet. Soon, the hall filled with blabber of lunch plans and rest plans, and friendly banter between tight-knit groups.
Patty stuffed her notes and pen unceremoniously into her backpack, and then stood to swing it over her shoulder. Without a backward glance, she pushed her chair in and began to stride away. Thank God this thing is over. I thought I was gonna die of boredom. She muttered to herself and shook her head as if trying to ward off a fly, and made her way for the door.
Peter had made sure his notes were in the right binder before shoving them in his bag and swinging it over his own shoulder and walking away. But his eyes found Patty again. He didn't know many students at college, even though this was his third year. So as of now, the closest thing he had to a college friend was Patty. The young man quickly found Patty's side, and he walked along with her through the hallway outside the lecture hall they had just exited. "Hey. I was wondering, would you want to go get some lunch?" He looked over at Patty, and for a minute she was extremely hard to read.
The young woman fixed Peter with a semi-blank stare. She didn't know anybody there. Then again, nobody there wanted to know her, and that was often the way she liked it. But she couldn't always come across as the frigid bitch of the class. Okay...why the fuck not? She attempted a smile, which ended up being a pitiful little twisted line of her lips. "Sure."
Peter cracked a smile as well. "Okay. Cool. So...do you have another class today?"
"No. And if I did, I'd have to strangle myself. After the four hour lecture we just went through, I'd be afraid to set foot in another lecture hall for the rest of the day. You have another stretch of monotonous words to endure?"
Peter gave a short laugh. "Yeah, amen to that." At her question, he had to take a second to realize just what the hell she meant. "Oh, another class?" He laughed again. "Nope."
Patty nodded, her twisted smile faded now. "Well that's good. It's comforting that the only person I know in this place isn't going to go into a too-many-lectures induced coma." She let out a quick, sharp laugh that caused those around her to jump and look about warily, nervous now.
Peter chuckled. "Well, I wouldn't want to go into a coma either." But something almost disturbing hit the back of his mind. If he went into a coma, who would help those Spiderman had to protect? He had seen the chaos that reigned when he had decided to quit the superhero business. What would happen to New York if Peter were suddenly rendered unable to help them? Though he may not always like it, he was bound to it. He shook his head quickly. Best not to think about it.
Patty had looked at Peter carefully while he was immersed in thought. Something was weighing on this young man's mind. What it was, she couldn't say. "That's a healthy way of thinking. You wouldn't want to be the one who dreams for a coma."
At that last comment, Peter gave the odd-eyed young woman a strange look. There was definitely something not quite right about her. But who was he to judge, seeing as he was the one who swung about New York City in spandex, not her. "Yeah. True." He nodded as if he understood, and that seemed to satisfy her.
"Of course." She answered, and looked around. "So, Mr. Parker, where are we going to eat?" Patty seemed itching to change the subject.
And of course, Peter was grateful for the change. "I don't know. What are you in the mood for?"
"Hmmm...well..." A hazel and a blue eye both worked together to scan the streets of New York that Patty and Peter had both just stepped out into. "I really don't care. What kind of stuff do you have around here?"
Peter looked at her for a second as if she were crazy. "I think the question would be, 'What kind of stuff don't you have around here?' We have everything."
Patty smirked. "Oh, really? Do you have gently sautéed frogs' legs boiled to a soft simmer in a bath of butter with a side of fresh parsley and hand-picked garden salad?"
Peter blinked. "Erm...well...maybe not that...would you want a cheeseburger?"
Patty threw her head back and laughed. A sharp, piercing, barking laugh that ended with her eyes glittering and trained on him. "I was kidding, of course. But yeah, a cheeseburger sounds good."
And with that, the two made their way through the bustling streets of New York City to find an acceptable cheeseburger joint.
Author's Note: Wow! Thanks guys! I'm so glad you like it still. And thanks, Seashell, for the sweet comment! And I've read my share of movie script fanfictions, and I try to steer clear of it. I definitely see where you would be bugged by the "muscles ached to swing about New York City and he grinned" part. It was a little random. I'll keep that in mind and try and stick with Peter's character more. whacks self And on with the chapter! Oh...and I have italics in here. If they don't work, I'm sorry. doesn't like me. --;;
Chapter 5: Lunch Plans
One would have thought a bomb had been detonated. The students all stood up and bolted from the lecture hall, some even tripping over their own excited feet. Soon, the hall filled with blabber of lunch plans and rest plans, and friendly banter between tight-knit groups.
Patty stuffed her notes and pen unceremoniously into her backpack, and then stood to swing it over her shoulder. Without a backward glance, she pushed her chair in and began to stride away. Thank God this thing is over. I thought I was gonna die of boredom. She muttered to herself and shook her head as if trying to ward off a fly, and made her way for the door.
Peter had made sure his notes were in the right binder before shoving them in his bag and swinging it over his own shoulder and walking away. But his eyes found Patty again. He didn't know many students at college, even though this was his third year. So as of now, the closest thing he had to a college friend was Patty. The young man quickly found Patty's side, and he walked along with her through the hallway outside the lecture hall they had just exited. "Hey. I was wondering, would you want to go get some lunch?" He looked over at Patty, and for a minute she was extremely hard to read.
The young woman fixed Peter with a semi-blank stare. She didn't know anybody there. Then again, nobody there wanted to know her, and that was often the way she liked it. But she couldn't always come across as the frigid bitch of the class. Okay...why the fuck not? She attempted a smile, which ended up being a pitiful little twisted line of her lips. "Sure."
Peter cracked a smile as well. "Okay. Cool. So...do you have another class today?"
"No. And if I did, I'd have to strangle myself. After the four hour lecture we just went through, I'd be afraid to set foot in another lecture hall for the rest of the day. You have another stretch of monotonous words to endure?"
Peter gave a short laugh. "Yeah, amen to that." At her question, he had to take a second to realize just what the hell she meant. "Oh, another class?" He laughed again. "Nope."
Patty nodded, her twisted smile faded now. "Well that's good. It's comforting that the only person I know in this place isn't going to go into a too-many-lectures induced coma." She let out a quick, sharp laugh that caused those around her to jump and look about warily, nervous now.
Peter chuckled. "Well, I wouldn't want to go into a coma either." But something almost disturbing hit the back of his mind. If he went into a coma, who would help those Spiderman had to protect? He had seen the chaos that reigned when he had decided to quit the superhero business. What would happen to New York if Peter were suddenly rendered unable to help them? Though he may not always like it, he was bound to it. He shook his head quickly. Best not to think about it.
Patty had looked at Peter carefully while he was immersed in thought. Something was weighing on this young man's mind. What it was, she couldn't say. "That's a healthy way of thinking. You wouldn't want to be the one who dreams for a coma."
At that last comment, Peter gave the odd-eyed young woman a strange look. There was definitely something not quite right about her. But who was he to judge, seeing as he was the one who swung about New York City in spandex, not her. "Yeah. True." He nodded as if he understood, and that seemed to satisfy her.
"Of course." She answered, and looked around. "So, Mr. Parker, where are we going to eat?" Patty seemed itching to change the subject.
And of course, Peter was grateful for the change. "I don't know. What are you in the mood for?"
"Hmmm...well..." A hazel and a blue eye both worked together to scan the streets of New York that Patty and Peter had both just stepped out into. "I really don't care. What kind of stuff do you have around here?"
Peter looked at her for a second as if she were crazy. "I think the question would be, 'What kind of stuff don't you have around here?' We have everything."
Patty smirked. "Oh, really? Do you have gently sautéed frogs' legs boiled to a soft simmer in a bath of butter with a side of fresh parsley and hand-picked garden salad?"
Peter blinked. "Erm...well...maybe not that...would you want a cheeseburger?"
Patty threw her head back and laughed. A sharp, piercing, barking laugh that ended with her eyes glittering and trained on him. "I was kidding, of course. But yeah, a cheeseburger sounds good."
And with that, the two made their way through the bustling streets of New York City to find an acceptable cheeseburger joint.