Sunlight danced on Peter Parker's face as he slowly and quietly got up from his bed. He and Mary Jane had decided the night before that it was best that they spend the night in Aunt May's old house. He realized that MJ wasn't in bed, and the smell of fresh pancakes slowly entered the room. He went into the bathroom, brushed his teeth, took a quick shower, and changed into a new set of clothes. He quickly ran down the stairs and entered the kitchen. There, standing near the stove, was MJ. She was still wearing the same clothing from the night before, and she didn't have any make up on, but to Peter, she was still beautiful.
'It reminds me of Gwen.' Thought Peter. He silently shook his head and mentally kicked himself, 'How can you think of her?!? You don't-no, web head, you do love Gwen. You've got to tell MJ soon-in fact, you should tell her right-'
A cheery voice interrupted his train of thought: "Hey, Tiger. I made some pancakes for us. That OK?"
Peter looked up to see MJ's face smiling at him and forced a smile on his face, "Of course." He walked towards her, and MJ placed her arms around his neck. She leaned her forehead against his. Her lips touched his, and both of them were kissing each other passionately. MJ slowly pulled back and looked at him.
"Wow," whispered Peter as he stood there stunned. MJ smiled. She let go of his neck and grabbed his arm. She pulled him toward the small table. There were two plates stacked with pancakes. In between, there was a bottle of maple syrup, a stick of butter, and two green mugs filled with hot coffee.
"I never knew you were such a great cook," Peter replied with a slight smile as he sat down.
"You're not the only one with a secret, you know," said MJ as she plopped onto her seat. Peter quickly started to wolf down the pancakes.
"Slow down, Tiger," said MJ as she stared at him above her cup of coffee.
Peter swallowed as he looked up at her. He noticed her emerald green eyes, her gorgeous smile, and her flowing, blond hair. 'Wait...MJ doesn't have blond hair. That's Gwen.'
"So what are we gonna do about the police?"
"What?" asked Peter, who was obviously oblivious to his surroundings.
"What are we gonna do about the police? How are you going to explain to them what happened?" Peter stopped and placed his fork down. MJ looked up at him expectantly.
"Maybe," said Peter. He shook his head. "No that was a bad idea. Wait- I know this is a pretty weak excuse, but I think we could just say that I managed to escape, but I had to keep a low profile until I was sure that the Doc and the Green Goblin were gone."
Mary Jane frowned as she put her mug down. "I don't think that'll convince the police."
"Why-?"
"That'll attract more attention. They'd probably want to know how you escaped."
Peter noticed that MJ was right. "Well, then what if we say that Spiderman saved me?"
"They would probably twist your words and say that Spidey kept you hostage."
Peter wrinkled his forehead in thought. Mary Jane smiled.
"For a genius, you sure don't know how to come up with something as simple as an excuse."
Peter tried to look like the insult had hurt him, but failed. Instead he smiled and said, "Well, Ms. Perfect, do you have one?"
"Actually, I do. It's a pretty bad one, but it's worth a shot. You could just say that you were knocked out by Dr. Octopus, and by the time you woke up, you were lying near the Hudson River."
"That's actually pretty good," admitted Peter. 'Why do I feel like something's missing? Of course!'
"MJ, where's Aunt-?"
"Gwen told me she would look after her."
"Gwen?!?" MJ looked up at the sound of Peter's squeaky voice.
"Yes, Gwen. Why?"
"I don't know if you saw, but Gwen was running out of the hospital last night." 'Not to mention that she kissed me too.'
"That means-."

"Aunt May's alone, and she's still at the hospital," said Peter. He quickly got up. He turned around to see MJ's slightly disappointed face.
"I'm sorry, MJ."
"No, it's OK. I understand. She means the world to you." Peter walked toward her and knelt beside her. He took her hand.
"Thanks for understanding. I'll make it up to you."
MJ looked up at Peter with a wide grin.
"You better, Tiger."
Peter smiled back, but it was soon replaced by a frown. 'Wait-I don't have any-'
"By the way, Tiger, I think you might need this," said MJ as she stood up. She handed Peter a 20.
"No, I can't-"
"Tiger, this is for a good reason. It's for your aunt. You can't help it if you left your wallet at your apartment. Just go." He smiled.

"Thanks, MJ." He quickly pecked her on the cheek, and with a loud bang, Peter left the house.