Mary Jane Watson was beat. She hated the icky feeling of sweat, and the fact that her cheerleading costume was torn in the back. And the fact that Peter wasn't here.

Please. He's Spider-Man. He has better things to do than watch me cheer she told herself as her squad shouted some stupid spirit-week cheer as their team went for the winning touchdown.

Mary Jane looked up at the stands. There was Amanda…Harry…Wendy…oh, there's Liz…but no Peter…no, never Peter.

She turned her attention to the game, jumping up and down and screaming like a real football-jersey wearing bimbo.

That's when she saw a flash of blue and red swinging to the back of the stands. She couldn't help but smile wide as she saw him change.

"Peter…he came!"

Peter made his way to a seat on the bleachers while watching Midtown go for the winning touchdown. "Go Midtown!" He hollered, though you could barley hear it over the roar of excited students.

Flash Thompson hiked the ball and threw it immediately to the wide receiver.

Going…going…the twenty…the ten…and a fumble.

"So we didn't win the game," Peter said to Mary Jane as they sat on the bleachers. Everyone else was just about gone by now. "There are more important things. Like that you're okay."

"Peter…"

"No, M.J. Lemme talk." He said, switching positions so that the wood seat wasn't as uncomfortable as it really was. "Mary Jane, I realized that…well…"

"Peter. Don't tell me you love me, just don't say it." She interrupted.

"What?" Peter asked.

"Peter. I mean, I see you on the news and I see you…God, Peter. Do you know what it's like watching you on television, not knowing if you're going to lose the fight? I can't deal with the fact that you're Spider-Man!" She sighed, a tear running down her face.

"And it was cool in the beginning. My boyfriend is Spider-Man. I mean, whoa! My boyfriend! But you are going to die doing this, Peter. You go risking your ass for these people and you're not going to come back one day. I know I can't stop you, but God, Peter!"

"Mary Jane…" he said.

"Did it ever occur to you that this could be your final day? Did it ever occur to you that you make never wake up? That you may never see me or Aunt May or anyone ever again? Peter…I love you, I just can't…" She sighed again, making it all the more dramatic, then continued, "I know I shouldn't love you. There's too much to fake. But when I see you…I get angry and excited and happy and sad…and…I can't stop you."

Peter put his hand on Mary Jane's. "You're right. You can't stop me. But you tried. But you tried. And I realized that I wasn't going to wake up once I put the mask on for the first time. I'm sorry, M.J. I want to rip off this mask so bad, just get it all over with…but…I'm sorry."

As she got up and walked off the cold stands where cheering fans once screamed, she said, "Yeah. Me too."

So…that's it? I get the bad guys, I save the day again, but I don't get the girl. The real girl, the one that I wanted to be with so badly. Being Spider-Man means making sacrifices. And…God…why did I have to get these frigging powers? Why? Because I'm Spider-Man. And Spider-Man is just a miserable schmuck that swings around saving strangers. I am Spider-Man

A/N: That's it folks. It's all finished. The bad guys are behind bars and Spider-Man ends up lonely and miserable again. Thank you for all my reviews. I love you!