Their First Day

Sunlight streamed through Mary Jane's strawberry blonde hair, gleaming like the sun itself. It perfectly matched her happy mood. The reason for her feelings was that her arm was linked around Peter Parker's.

"So, where do you want to go to first?" Mary Jane ventured, interlocking her fingers between his. Peter didn't answer her inquiry at first, his eyes gazing into the morning sky, evidence that he was in deep thought. "Peter?"

All Peter let out was, "Hmm?"

"Wake up!" Mary Jane burst, breaking Peter's train of thoughts.

"Oh, Mary Jane I'm sorry," Peter apologized, his cheeks blushing that adorable pink blush that Mary Jane had come to love. "What were you saying?"

Mary Jane sighed, "Where do you want to go first?" Mary Jane was going to slap him if he ignored her again.

"Well there's this really nice diner with a great breakfast special," Peter suggested, fumbling through his wallet. All he could spare was three hundred dollar bills. Peter could only hope it would be enough for the entire day. He could only hope that Mary Jane wasn't a crazy shopper.

"Perfect!" Then the couple strode toward their destination.

Mary Jane and Peter reached the diner called "Grill House." Mary Jane didn't see it as the fanciest, or the cleanest of diners, but it wasn't something to get picky over. The two entered the dimly lit diner with a calm walk and found their seats near a window and slid into the cushiony red seats.

"So, what are you getting Tiger?" Mary Jane asked while reaching toward the thin menu.

Peter searched through his menu with quick speed and care. His eyes set upon a selection and showed it to Mary Jane.

"Blueberry pancake supreme?" Mary Jane asked herself. "I'll go with that. You have great taste. Peter just smiled awkwardly.

A ditsy blonde dressed in a striped uniform then moved toward the two. She took out a notepad out of a hidden pocket and removed a pencil from her ear covered by golden locks. She placed the pencil's tip on the note pad and looked up to face the two. Her eyes hungrily gazed at Peter, studying his body head to toe. Peter noticed her behavior and blushed slightly at the attention.

"What can I get you?" the waitress asked distantly, ignoring Mary Jane's order for more time to give Peter cute looks. Mary Jane noticed her eyes moving about on Peter. She had never felt so angry at that moment and was about to slap the blonde and walk out with Peter.

"Excuse me?" Mary Jane called out politely, using all her acting skills not to flare up in anger. Mary Jane then saw her nametag, which read, "Gwen." "Gwen, I'd like to make an order with my boyfriend," Mary Jane called again, putting emphasis on the last word.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Gwen said flatly. "What would you like?"

"Two blueberry pancake supremes and some orange juice for both of us," Peter answered.

"Right away cutie," Gwen spoke lightly before jotting down the order and walking off, giving Mary Jane a snobby look. Mary Jane moved to attack Gwen, anger coursing through her. Peter moved out of his seat and grabbed her arms, stopping Mary Jane in her tracks.

"Whoa, I've never seen you so angry before," Peter whispered as he pushed Mary Jane back into her seat.

"So this is what you felt like when I was with John?" Mary Jane asked as she fiddled with her fingers embarrassingly.

"Well I never actually tried attacking John," told Peter, holding Mary Jane's hand as she blushed furiously. The two waited in silence, looking into each other's eyes before Gwen came back with their food, interrupting the pair's intimate moment. Mary Jane was about to leap for the woman before Peter squeezed her hand, signaling to stop.

Peter gave thanks and dug into his food.

Mary Jane had forced Peter to leave as soon as they had finished, refusing to be near Gwen any longer. They quickly entered Central Park, walking against the gentle breeze.

"It couldn't have been that bad MJ, I mean it's not like I was attracted to her," Peter said gently, hanging is arm around Mary Jane's shoulder, fiddling with her shirt's sleeve.

"That slut tried moving in on you! It makes me so mad to see people like that!" Mary Jane shouted, grabbing several people's attention.

"Well what about John?" Peter said half teasingly.

"To tell you the truth, I really just used him to get over you but that was just a load of bull for trying," Mary Jane whispered sincerely.

"Then what about the engagement?" Peter asked, his voice suddenly serious.

"Well during that party, I just got really mad that I told John yes because I wanted to prove that I was over you." Peter's face immediately dropped. "Pretty pathetic huh?"

"No, no, it's not that at all," Peter responded immediately, stopping and turning Mary Jane's face toward him. "It's my fault for doing this to you."

"Peter, you're too forgiving, I was probably hurting you by going out with John wasn't I?"

"Yeah…" Peter replied faintly.

"There, we both have something we're sorry for," Mary Jane pointed out. Peter smiled and planted a kiss on her lips.

Two hours later after much talk, Mary Jane and Peter found themselves at an arcade, playing with the many games it had to offer. Mary Jane tried her hand at the shooting gallery. Mary Jane aimed her toy gun there and there, aiming for the deer that popped up from the woodsy screen in front of her. Peter noticed that Mary Jane had amazing aim.

"Wow, you're pretty good at this," Peter commented as he and several other people watched Mary Jane's amazing hunting skills. They cheered and clapped as she took down virtual deer by deer. Pretty soon, she had gotten the high score. Mary Jane squealed and giggled and hugged Peter with delight.

As if fate had something against them, police sirens wailed from outside and the pair broke apart.

"MJ I'm…" Peter began to say.

"It's okay, go," Mary Jane interrupted. Before Peter ran off, he planted a kiss on her lips and ran out the door. Mary Jane knew as he left the door that it was the beginning of a hard relationship.