Peter Parker refused to swing them home after that. They took a taxi cab home, an it was a very awkward ride. Peter kept grabbing his shoulder. Amanda would put her hand on his, as if saying "Wait until we get out of the cab!"
Peter Parker snuck into his room through the window and went to bed straight afterwards, yanking his shirt off and sleeping in his jeans. People wanted him arrested. He was shot. His crush knew he was Spider-Man. She was going out with one of his friends. Yeah, pleasant dreams, all right.
He wanted to go back to Amanda, go back an explain everything to her, now that she knew. But how? Why? She was going out with Harry. Harry was going out with her. He wasn't going out with anyone. Why should he?
Because he wanted her to be with him. He missed Mary Jane, sure, and she was amazing and beautiful and pretty and smart and understanding, and…wait…Mary Jane?
Did he still like Mary Jane? Was Amanda just a rebound? He was so confused. He didn't want to think about any of that. He wanted to sleep…he wanted to relax…he wanted more pain killers…
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. But something huge is gonna come up, and I didn't wanna squeeze it in with this. Love ya! Thanks for the reviews!