The day had dragged, Mary Jane was impatient when it came to things she wanted normally, but when it came to one thing, she could never wait. She had woken at a rather unrespectable 2pm, and by woke she meant actually had to get up. Figuring that the longer she stayed in bed the quicker the day would go she lay there for what seemed like millennia, only to find it had been 2 hours. She started to feel stupid when she looked at herself in the mirror, how one person could do this to her, how another person could exert so much influence over her life. If he was in any way flawed she would slap herself and get over it, but this was him. The person whom surpassed everybody else in every conceivable way, but that wasn't why she was impatient.
She sat at her dressing table looking at a small line of photo booth images of him and her from last year, she could tell why everybody asked her why they weren't together. Peter was looking goofily intimidated by the whole situation and herself was sat stood behind him, revelling in his closeness whilst he was distracted, and this was obvious. Looking down the column she got to the last one, she was winking at the camera with her arm placed daringly over his shoulder, and she noticed for the first time how he was looking at her. Never having really paid attention to the last one she had never seen how his eyes were locked on her, and how he seemed to be in awe. Her breathing was deep and silent, her pulse racing almost as fast as her mind.
Surely this meant he cared, it must do. Every word she thought was instantly torn to bit by one half of her, and re-enforced by the other, he had this way of making her do that. He was so confusing, such an enigma at times. Where as all the other men she had known where as deep as the average sidewalk puddle, Peter was the deepest of blue seas she wished she could dive into, spiralling down into his twilight depths. Yet every time she tried to bridge the gap he had created between them he shot her down, but then seemingly always made the mistake of letting her see how much it pained him to do so.
The main reason she craved his presence, his attention so wasn't just so she had the pleasure of seeing him and just watching him, but it was the way he made her feel. He gave her this feeling of elation, which she unnervingly found addictive. When she was with him she felt like nothing else mattered, everybody else phased out and there was just the two of them, but when she was left alone she was faced with life's little realities, such as he seemed to be forsaking her quite a lot recently, but that was going to change. Drowning out the din of the city with her Jackalope CD blurring, she smirked as she looked at that bottom photo again and then at herself in the mirror. He would be hers, she knew he wanted her, there was no escape.
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The late afternoon sun danced over the windows of The Bugle newspaper building, its gleam blurring in his eyes as he scaled it. He was late again, yet another time consuming but all together boring little problem with a handbag thief had postponed him. Figuring it would be quicker to 'Spiderman' up the building than 'Peter' his way up through its internal hive, he was busy ascending towards the ventilation shaft he could glide in through, and then quickly change in a quiet place, usually the janitor's closet. Just as he reached the top of the building and removed the shaft's grate covering he turned and looked out across the city. Its endless sprawl of 'civilised' people gave Spiderman nothing but grief, and as he was yet to receive again, they gave an equal amount to Peter Parker as well. As he looked out he continued to get the impression that he was meant to do something tonight, or there was something he remembered about the date. No matter he thought, he was busy anyway, MJ had asked him to take her somewhere, but she never told him where. It had him slightly on edge just thinking about it. He had convinced himself that they couldn't be together, and despite it slowly killing him, he had kept to it. Yet he always managed to check up on her every night, telling himself he was just worried, but he knew that was a load of crap, he missed her. They were meant to be just friends, and he hadn't completely avoided her, just mostly.
He wasn't sure why but he had in the last few weeks not been able to keep his determination too well around her, her seductive smell and gleaming emerald eyes burned into his senses like nothing else ever had, being near her was almost a fatal sensory overload, everything seemed more interesting when she was there to show it to him, but he just couldn't give in. If anybody ever found out about her like The Goblin did then they would more than likely kill her to get to him, he put her in that position once and would never do it again.
She had insisted he accompany her to this mystery location tonight, and he had a feeling that after J.J. had gotten through with him he would like her company, more so than usual.
He really should stop avoiding her; she was his best friend after all. What's the worst that could happen?
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Hey, back at last! I know its short but at least I will be updating more, less pressure than longer chapters, like my other fic. Please review, let me know if its any good or it sucks ass!
