I Need Him
A beautiful reflection stared back at her. An elegant bun placed together with a perfectly placed pin.A beautiful wedding dress hugged snugly at her body, showing off her amazing figure. Her face was also graced with the magic of make up. The only thing wrong with the reflection was her expression. Mary Jane was the owner of this reflection. She was amazed at how beauty was easily smeared. Her saddened face was the cause of only one man, Pete…
"Mary Jane?" Mary Jane's mother called, interrupting Mary Jane's deep thoughts. "Are you okay? You seem out of it." Mary Jane's face brightened for just a second. Madeline Watson was not a dull knife in a drawer.
"No I'm fine," Mary Jane answered, her tone falsely cheerful. If a Broadway director had heard her right then, knowing her thoughts, he would give her the lead role. "Just thinking."
"Peter?" Madeline asked sharply. Mary Jane's face dropped slightly before Mary Jane brought it back to normal. Madeline smiled as she noticed this.
"What makes you say that?" Mary Jane denied, her voice quavering.
"Don't lie to your own mom Mary Jane. There's no denying what you feel."
"Mom, don't get so sappy." Mary Jane looked away, tears starting to take shape. She just knew that her mother was not going to give up on the subject. Yet, deep down, she knew in her heart that she wanted to continue.
"Mary Jane, do you remember when you told me that you loved Peter Parker?" Madeline said gently, forcing Mary Jane's memories into her head. Mary Jane just smiled sadly.
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It had been several days after the funeral and Mary Jane's heartbreak. Mary Jane had spent several days at her mother's house, waiting for her apartment to get repairs. To be honest, Mary Jane never wanted to go back.
"Mary Jane honey?" Madeline called from the door of Mary Jane's old room.
"What?" Mary Jane replied harshly, her body placed in the corner of her room.
"I made you a sandwich dear. You're favorite, bologna and mayo." Madeline stated, referring to the contents on the tray she was holding.
"Leave me alone," Mary Jane shot back, her eyes puffy red, matching with Mary Jane's then strawberry hair.
"Mary Jane, acting like this isn't very healthy." Madeline pointed out. "You never saw Peter Parker…" Mary Jane burst out in tears at the name. Madeline's face was twisted with confusion at Mary Jane's reaction at the name.
"It's not fair!" Mary Jane called out quickly as she banged her hand against the wall. "It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair!" Mary Jane repeated over and over.
"What's not fair?"
"Peter Parker!" Mary Jane blurted out before even thinking about the words. Madeline was slightly taken back at the cause of her pain.
"Why, what did he do? Did he hurt you?" Madeline asked angrily as she put the tray on the floor and knelt beside her daughter.
"I can't believe him!" Mary Jane blurted out again.
"What did he do?" Madeline asked, ready to shake out the remaining of the slowly exiting secrets coming out of Mary Jane.
"He doesn't love me," Mary Jane whispered.
"What?" Madeline asked softly.
"HE DOESN'T LOVE ME!" Mary Jane shouted at the top of her lungs. She then slowly withdrew, realizing at last that she had revealed her deepest feelings for a very special man. Madeline froze at the comment. Mary Jane didn't give Madeline a chance to recover. She jumped into her mother's arms and sobbed. "I told Peter Parker that I loved him with all my heart! I poured out my heart and even kissed him. Oh mom, it was so wonderful! But he told me…that he didn't feel the same."
"Oh honey how could he say that?" Madeline said faintly. "May had always said that Peter had a thing for you."
"I bet I pushed him away. I ignored him al these years and now he's returning the favor! Mom I feel like such an idiot!" Mary Jane then broke down into another crying fit.
"Oh Mary Jane…please don't cry."
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"Mary Jane, are you there?" Madeline called out, putting the last touches on MJ's hair and handing her the bouquet.
"Yeah just thinking about what you said." Mary Jane answered. Mary Jane then placed the bouquet on the table next to the window. "I don't know if I should do this."
"I don't think you should go through with this either."
"What's going on?" Louise called as she entered the room.
"Just talking," Mary Jane answered, not wanting to spread the conversation of Peter.
"You seem sad," Louise pointed out.
"Nothing gets by you does it?" May Jane joked.
"Shut up," Louise said back playfully. "Are you really going through with this?" Mary Jane's face made a slight drop. Louise then understood.
"Mary Jane, as a friend, I think that you should do what your heart tells you to. There's nothing more to it." Madeline said with wisdom.
"My heart…" Mary Jane murmured. Mary Jane then quickly moved and grabbed a piece of paper form her purse. She then grabbed a pen form the table and scribbled down something on it. Louise and Madeline did not have to read it to know what it meant. Then, the chop in piece for "Here Comes the Bride" started playing. "Louise, I want you to give this to John." Mary Jane then handed the note to Louise.
"So are you really going after Peter?" Madeline asked.
"So Peter's done all this?" Louise asked.
"Yeah, he's walked away twice, but it's not going to happen again, not now, not ever." Mary Jane said as she opened the door. She then gave back one look and headed out the door.
"Good luck," Louise whispered.
The sunlight streamed through the park as Mary Jane's white wedding dress billowed in the gentle breeze. Mary Jane's feet were hurting as she ran on her high heels but her heart was filling with happiness.
Peter, I love you, and nothing can change that, Mary Jane thought, as well as a million other thoughts rushed through her head. Mary Jane noticed that people were staring at her. She paid them no mind, as well as the cabbie that she flagged down at the street.
A few minutes later, Mary Jane had finally reached Peter's apartment, who was sitting on his bed. Peter turned around to see Mary Jane's smiling face. Peter was visibly surprised.
"Had to do what I had to do," Mary Jane said joyously.
Peter scanned Mary Jane, looking for any sign of a ring. He detected none and said, "Mary Jane…"
Mary Jane broke out a huge smile while saying, "Peter, I can't survive without you."
Peter tried to deny what was happening, yet in his heart, he was denying what he was denying. "You shouldn't be here," Peter tried as he approached Mary Jane.
Mary Jane cut off, "I know why you think we can't be together, but can't you respect me enough to let me make my own decision?" Peter smiled for a second at the realization he was having.
I'll help you through everything
"I know there will be risks, but I want to face them with you!"
We can spend our lives together
"It's only wrong that we should be half alive, half of ourselves!"
All I want is your love
"I love you." The words sent jubilant emotions through Peter's veins.
I'll always wait for you
"So here I am, standing in your doorway."
I've been waiting for you before I even knew it
"I've always been standing in your doorway."
I'll always protect you, I'll always love you
"Isn't about time somebody save your life?" Mary Jane took a step toward Peter and caressed his cheek.
Don't push me away, don't break my heart
To Mary Jane's joy, all Peter said was, "Thank you, Mary Jane Watson." With these words, Peter pressed his lips against hers, igniting each other's emotions like fireworks. Their lips slid and mingled, never wanting to let go, never wanting to…
The sirens rang. The dreaded sirens that Mary Jane and Peter never wanted to exist. Peter broke the kiss and looked toward the window. Peter turned around, his face disappointed.
Mary Jane may have been disappointed, but she was proud of what her boyfriend (God she loved that word on Peter) did. "Go get em Tiger," Mary Jane encouraged soothingly. Peter smiled and removed his clothes quickly revealing his Spiderman outfit. He then placed his mask and gloves on. He then finished his speedy display with a jump out the window. Mary Jane rushed toward the window and watched Peter swing away. She placed her head against the wall, already missing him.