Hiya! Welcome to my first story, 'Red, White and Cream'. It's quite sad so I did another version with a happy ending, so read this first, tell me if you like it, and if you want the other version then I'll put it up!
Oh yeah, this is in movie verse, and set about a week after the end of the first film. If you haven't seen the second one- what are you doing sitting here? Go watch it, it's even better than the first!
Disclaimer: Not mine and, (unfortunately), never will be.
These are some good songs to listen to while reading this: 'Coldplay-The Scientist,' 'Eva Cassidy- Time After Time' or 'Dishwalla- Angels and Devils.' Absolutely brilliant songs.
'Red, White and Cream'
Peter landed silently on the rail of MJ's balcony. She was sitting on her bed, reading what looked like poetry. He knocked softly on the wood to let her know he was there. She glanced up sharply, and Peter was shocked to see tears running down her face.
MJ looked surprised to see him, and even more so when she saw the flowers held in his hands. She roughly dragged a hand across her face and crossed to the balcony doors, pulling them both wide open.
"Spiderman…?" She questioned hesitantly. Peter gazed sadly back at her through the slots of his mask.
"Hey MJ", he whispered.
"What are you doing here?" she eyed the red, white and cream roses nervously, then seemed to realise she was being rude. "Not that I'm not happy to see you, but-"
"It's alright MJ. I just came by to give you these. And to say… I'm sorry".
Peter swallowed as MJ took the flowers, looking curiously at him.
She sniffed them, and smiled at Spiderman. "Thank you. But why-" she began to ask. Spiderman cut her off. "There's a card inside. That should explain everything". She nodded.
MJ opened the little card that came with the roses, and began to read. Tears began streaming down her cheeks once more, and she put a hand to her quivering lips. But when she looked up, Spiderman was gone.
Dear MJ,
I have something to tell you. Well, actually two things. I've been in love with you since the sixth grade. The other thing is that I'm sorry. I know that can't possibly account for all the things I've done wrong, all the people I've hurt, but it's the best I can do.
I think you have enough clues now to guess who I really am, but it is because of who I am that I can't be with you. I would do anything to change that, but as much as I can do I can't do the one thing that I want most. I can't give up being Spiderman, but then again I can't give up you. I can't sacrifice your life for even just one moment of pleasure, because I can't afford to be that selfish. If I hadn't been so selfish before Uncle Ben would still be with me now.
And so I can't risk your life by being with you, but maybe now you'll understand, and you can move on. You've got closure. You can find somebody, settle down, have 2.5 kids, and maybe one day I'll see you again. Until then, I'll just have to dream.
Your friendly neighbourhood Spiderman.
Fin
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