Peter Parker smashed through his apartment door, thinking it was locked. Kimberly was sitting on the couch, covered by a blanket and drinking some hot cocoa. "Kim!" He said, hugging her. "Oh my god! Are you okay? I heard all about it and..." "How did you hear?" She asked, putting down her mug. "You're my girlfriend! How wouldn't I know?" "Because no one knew. No reporters or anything." Peter gulped. "I-I'm good friends with Spider-Man, remember?" She sighed. "Him."
"Look, Kim. Spider-Man's...uh...well..." He tried to explain. But he really couldn't. How could he? Where did he and Spider-Man meet? Well, technically the same spider that bit him, but... "You don't have to explain. I get it." Peter started to sweat. "W-what?" "Yeah. I know." "You-do?" "Yeah. I mean, it's easy to figure out." She said. "How obvious." "Not obvious, you just act differently." Peter sat down. "Kim, I can totally explain. You see, when I was a teenager, back in high school..." "You knew her then too?" Peter looked shocked. "Her?" She nodded. "Mary-Jane." "M.J.?" Peter sighed with relief. She didn't know about his secret. But, what was this about Mary-Jane?
"Peter, you still care about her." "No, I don't!" She sighed. "If that was true, you wouldn't have a picture of her on your coffee table, or on your nightstand, or under your mattress," Kim sighed again. "And it's okay. Pete, I totally understand." "Kim, I can...I mean..." Boy, telling her he was Spider-Man would be easier than this. "Peter, thank you for some wonderful times, but I have to go." She said, getting up and sipping her drink. As he was halfway out the door she said, "And tell Spider-Man I said 'Thanks'." And she closed the door. "You're welcome." Peter said, slouching back in his chair. Then he sat up. "She stole my mug!" He said.
Peter gulped, picked up the phone, and dialed a number. It was ringing. "Mary-Jane? Hi, it's uh...its Peter." "Pete?" " Yeah, I just got your message, actually." "Yeah right." " No, no, I-yeah. So I was wondering, uh, if you'd like to get together sometime later this week..." "Really? I...uh...okay." She said. "Yeah? Okay." He said. "Okay. I'm...uh...sorry." "And I'm sorry, too." He said. " I forgive you." "I forgive you, too." He said. "So, how about Friday night? Movie and dinner?" "Yeah. Sounds good." "Okay." "Okay." "Bye, Pete." "See you later, Mary-Jane." And he hung up.
He looked himself in the mirror and saw a huge, strong, brave man. Finally, he thought. Things are working out right for me for once. He looked at the calendar. Today was Wednesday. Friday. Yeah, he could wait 'till Friday. After all, he needed rest after the past eventful days. He still thought about Kimberly. Poor Kim. You know what, he did owe her an explanation.
Peter ran out of the apartment, down the street, and peered for Kim as he ran for her house. Wait. He couldn't go running to her house! He was with Mary-Jane now! She'd think he wanted to get back together, and give her an even bigger heartbreak. No, he knew who had to do this for him.
Spider-Man raced down the streets of New York City, landing at Kimberly's house in no time. He entered through an open window uninvited, as he usually did. He cleared his throat loud, making Kim jump and run into the room. "Spider-Man?" "Hey, Kim." "What the hell are you doing here?" "I'm-uh-checking up on you." "Really, now?" She said, unconvinced. "Yeah, see...I uh...well...okay... maybe this isn't the best idea." "Yeah. I think you're right. There's the door." "Hey. You do know I am the Spider-Man, right? I'm...famous and everything!" She rolled her eyes.
"What do you want, Peter?" Spider-Man looked shocked. "What?" "That's right, I know who you really are." "Kim, I-I can explain." "You don't have to." "I...don't?" "Yeah. I figured it all out. You met Mary-Jane when you were in high school. She must have been there when you got your powers." He nodded, still very startled. "And don't worry your little webs about it, my lips are sealed." "Why...how?" He asked. "I believe in true love, Pete. And, honestly, you're a super hero. And, I'm not. I was involved in some bad stuff, obviously, that's how I got messed up with Tombstone." He nodded. "So, I mean, we weren't really made for each other. But I hope we can still be...y'know...friends." Spider-Man nodded. "Yeah. Hell yeah. Hopefully we can see each other at times other than when I'm saving your ass." She laughed. "We'll see, Spidey."
Spider-Man sat on a building a few moments later. Wow. Okay. Let's think here. My ex-girlfriend knows I'm Spider-Man, but won't tell anyone for...whatever reasons she has. And, yet, my real girlfriend doesn't know I'm Spider-Man, is totally clueless, and yet she's my girlfriend! Wow. If you think about this in a logical way, there is no logic whatsoever.
And that is life. You can't think about life. Life just happens, in the weirdest and most fucked up ways. Change is inevitable, so learn to embrace it. Heartbreak and sadness is inevitable. So learn to take it. You just need to roll with it, y'know? Shit happens. The end. Life sucks. The end. There really is no happy ending, no matter how you look at the story. Someone is always hurt, someone is always left behind, and someone is always forgotten.