I feel like I'm starting a whole new story here, heh.


The Green Goblin reached out and grabbed a red figure's throat, squeezing it. Spider-man was struggling with all his might, grimacing in pain.

"I can't let you hurt Mary Jane. Ever..." Ever...ver...his voice echoed like they were in a large, round, hollow cave.

"Peter!" MJ open her eyelids to reveal her bright green eyes which were filled with fear. She felt a hand tightened its grip on her shoulder. She looked at the arm, leading to its owner—Peter Parker.

"I'm here. Are you okay?" Peter avoided the weird and questioning gazes of the other train passengers. A little blonde boy around the age of two kept crying "Spider-man! Spider-man!" and it made Peter nervous. His mother was telling him hush. When he finally stopped, his mother smiled and nodded in apology at Peter.

"I'm alright. I had a dream...don't ask. Just a little tired, I guess." MJ rubbed her drooping eyes. Peter removed his arm from underneath MJ's neck. It was numb so he shook it, and cracked a few knuckles.

"Only one more stop, and we're there."

"Where are we going?"

"Your apartment."

"Oh." MJ stuffed her bandaged hand in her trench coat pocket. She realized it was missing the usual dangling sounds and cool metal surfaces of her keys. She thought, for a split second, she left them at home, but remembered she placed them in her purse. Her purse! She left it at Aunt May's.

"Um, Pete, my keys, they got lost in the fire."

Peter thought for a second and suggested, "Well, you can always go to your mom's."

"No way. I need my rest, remember?"

Peter noticed MJ's anticipating look. Where else? "W, well, you can stay at my...apartment...if you want," Peter stuttered and hung his head. His apartment was a mess. He felt that someone like MJ wouldn't feel comfortable sleeping there, "But you don't have to! I can help you check in a hotel, or something, and you can stay there for the night. And then, the next morning, you could, uh, try to find spare keys."

"I'll go and stay at your place." MJ said firmly, and chuckled, resting her head on Peter's shoulder.

"Should we get dinner first?" MJ's stomach growled so she quickly wrapped it up with her hands.

"Sure, I'm getting hungry, too. Where should we go?"


"I'm bloated!! The filet was so good," Ursula said. She was walking home with several of her best friends, "Nal?"

Her friend, Nal, walked up to her and said," Sorry, I fell behind. Just thinking about what I should write on my column." Her friend seemed puzzled, "See, this evening, around seven, when I was working on my column in the Bugle, Spider-man came in and carried me away. I thought he was going to kidnap me..." Her friends dramatically gasped, and giggled.

"So you don't know what to write? Just include all his pervert-like actions in addition to the menace headlines Jameson has. Ha-ha."

"Don't say that, he saved my mother and my li'l bro from a freak train accident, you know."

Nal said, "Stop it. He's a hero, not the "menace" Jameson says he is. About tonight, there was this fire right below me, where this old lady lives, so he was just saving me...I really had no clue there was a fire."

"I heard he was cute."

"Not JUST cute...he's...hot." Nal said, and hid her face in her silky scarf.

Ursula sighed, watching the others laugh hopelessly at Nal's comment.

"So, Ursula, how's your Parker boy doing?" one of her nosy friends asked.

"Shaddap." Ursula rolled her eyes. He's got a girlfriend...

Nal spoke up, "Parker? I only know one Parker, but he's a nerdy geek. He's so frigging weird."

"Well, then it wouldn't be Ursula's Parker, wouldn't it?"

"Who're you guys talking about?" Nal asked with a sense of nuisance.

"It seems you haven't caught on to the news, Miss. Reporter. Ursula's got a boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend." Ursula said, her face burning scarlet. The friends, sniggering, finally reached Ursula's apartment, "I'll catch ya'll tomorrow for lunch alright? 'Night."

"Bye." And her friends skittered away.

Ursula went in her room, after taking a side glance at Peter's door. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror and looked herself over. Then she started posing in front of the mirror as if she was model.

Click.

Some one was coming home. She was pretty sure it was Peter.

"Hey, Pete!" She practically skipped out her bedroom happily.

Only to see Peter helping Mary Jane up the stairs.

"Oh." She muttered to herself in disappointment.

"Careful...Hey Ursula!" said Peter friendlily, "Something wrong?"

"No. Nothing's wrong. What's she doing here?" Ursula glared straight at MJ.

"Sorry, I lost my keys, so I have to stay at Peter's for the night." MJ replied quickly.

"Only for one night, can she? Does it bother you?" Peter asked.

"Of, of course. She can certainly stay." NOT!! Yes, it bothers me a lot! Ursula wanted to just shout it out right in Mary Jane's ugly face.

"Thanks." And with that, Peter heaved up Mary Jane, and carried her in their room.

Ursula stood in the same spot for a long time. Her eyes were narrowed to slits, as she continued to eye the door.


Peter dropped MJ on his bed. She winced as she accidentally hit her ankle hard on the bedside table.

"Sorry." Peter apologized.

"So, where do I sleep?"

"Gee, I didn't really, uh, think about that." Peter scratched his head, "You can have my bed."

"What about you?" MJ glanced around. There wasn't even a decent couch for Peter to sleep in,

"Do you want to sleep with...me?"

Peter bit his lip, "The bed's, not, er, big enough."

"It'll do for one night." MJ smirked hopefully.

Then there came the sounds of sirens, sounding distinctly.

"It's pretty late for that, isn't it?" MJ raised a thin eye brow.

But Peter had already left without a word, his clothes in a messy pile.


Ursula pulled out yet another Kleenex, and rubbed her swollen eyes, sniffing and hiccupping. She kicked the wall childishly, and let out a long sigh. She felt like a boulder was pressed against her whole body. Then she got changed and slept.

That is, until, she got up for a drink, and couldn't get back to sleep. It was 1:03 in the morning. She decided to call her best friend.

"Nal, it's me, Ursula," she said dully.

"What in the world! It's one in the morning! I don't care if you're Ursula, or yo mama!! I need my beauty sleep!" Nal yelled on the other end.

"Look! Are we still friends, or not!"

"Yea, duh. I've known you since the fourth grade. But that's no excuse for waking me up..." She yawned.

"I'm sorry; it's just that, I can't sleep."

"Oh, so it's just that. Good night, Buh' bye."

Ursula remained silent.

Nal felt worried and asked, "What do you want?"

"He's got a girlfriend."

"What? Oh...him. Listen, it's alright, hun... You'll find another guy pretty soon, like snap! And there he is!"

"..."

Nal sighed, "I can't help you get him to like you...I don't even know him! Kill his girlfriend or something. Ha-ha."

"...You serious?"

"Yea, I am. And you should stab her when she's sleeping or something..."Nal suggested sarcastically.

"I'll make Watson pay. I'll make her pay for stealing him. Thanks, Nallie." Ursula hung up.

"What the...isn't it a little late for major mood swings..." Nal turned off her lamp, and went back to sleep.


Keep the INSPIRATION coming, guys. From this chapter on, I'm going to progress a little more slowly, cause I'm grounded. Heh.

This chapter is dedicated to my best friend. I met her in fourth grade. :)

There, Ursula's finally made a true appearance. Please don't blame poor Ursula, eh. Having such a bad day... Teenagers, raging hormones, they never change.

Thank you for all who reviewed!!!!!!!

Gloomie da Witch