I bet the Otto-Peter and Peter-Otto thing are confusing...lol. Just remember it this way: usually, when we refer to someone, their name goes first. The Otto in Peter's body is Otto-Peter. The Peter in Otto's body is Peter-Otto. Just put it in order. Whew!
C. D. Anders-- Confuzzling..lol I hope that explaination helps!
LadyKayoss-- I love switcheroos! Plus, I was wondering why nobody ever thought of this before...lol
Everyone else-- Thanx for the reviews! You are so kind to enjoy my fanfic!
R & R!
Chapter 3-- Stuck in you
Angry and nervous, Peter popped a vein while searching through the pharmacy, looking for cold medicine. He was wearing the infamous brown and dirty trenchcoat, actuators hiding underneath, with the army pants and boots, and the fedora hat that Peter kinda grew to like.
"Why can't I just go home and take some cold medicine there?" He muttered under his breath. "Not only do I look like some homeless bum, I stink and I look like a perfect candidate for stealing!"
Peter, that is because you are a homeless bum!
Whatever. Peter found some decent cold medicine and took the barcode tag off, stuffing it in his pocket. He began to face the exit's direction, until he realized...he was stealing. For real. And that was the last of the kind of cold medicine that he snatched in the self...
Omigod! Omigod! I'm actually stealing! I'm actually stealing!
Yes, Pete, the actuators said sarcastically, you're doing a good job.
No! It's wrong! I can't just steal cold medicine like that! What if a really sick child is in need for it, and they ran out of cold medicine because I stole the last one!
Parker, you're such a cold turkey.
Peter scowled at the arms, which was still underneath his coat. He didn't realize that he was talking to them like decent people, which was a little too crazy to be accustomed with.
Cold Turkey! You're calling me a cold Turkey! In case you don't notice, I'm Spider-man!
Then get out of here with the medicine! Tylenol sells millions of medicine everyday, earning hundreds of thousands of dollars! They're just losing a little bit that's all.
Sighing, Peter nodded. Well...I supposed you're right about that...
Gulping at the thought of stealing, Peter began to walk fast, out of the aisle. He looked around, acting suspicious.
A little black lady was looking at him like he was weird. Oh my God, did she recognize him?
Omigosh! Peter gulped, his heart pumping over and over.
A bunch of little boys who were playing toy guns (that weren't brought yet) stopped playing, went over to Peter-Otto and waved hi. Peter chose to ignore them.
Must. Walk. fast!
Sweat overcame his thick brown eyebrows. He was stealing! He was stealing! His heart was pumping louder.
Faster...faster! Not...too long!
The old store clerk was checking someone's groceries out. He raised an eyebrow at Peter-Otto.
Oh my god! He noticed me! Almost there, to the exit door! Peter walked faster and faster, making a quick but nervous wave at the store clerk.
Parker, quit being a sissy, The actuators complained.
Oh you shut up! He snapped thoughtfully.
But then, Peter-Otto sneezed like a volcanic eruption. He was right in front of the door, by the store clerk.
His cold medicine somehow got its way out of his pocket.
Silence.
"Eh...?" Sweat and heavy breathing dominated his appearance. He was guilty already.
"Uh...sir...are you going to buy that?"
Peter-Otto looked at the confused store clerk and then at the medicine. "Uh..."
Oh my God Parker! You can't even steal a single bottle of medicine! Pathetic! We'll take it from here!
"B-but wait!" It was too late. The arms began snapping out, pushing the old store clerk backwards (but not killing him), with Peter grabbing the medicine and making a hellish run for it.
Otto was still blushing when he noticed something soooo horrible. He realized that he, himself, was also naked. Which, at the point, that he was witnessing Parker naked. Oy, Otto-Peter thought, his face completely red. He began to look frantically around for underwear, until he spotted Peter's yesterday boxers.
"Whew..." Otto-Peter sighed, choosing to forget the latter episode. Now to find clothes. It wouldn't be too hard, considering that this is probably Peter's bedroom...but it is also Mary-Jane's bedroom. And he doesn't know where the clothes are organized.
He first searched the dresser. Bad, bad choice. Inside of it, was a large collection of Mary Jane's bikinis and bras, with Otto's blush became purple.
"Now I'm not a pervert or anything..." Otto-Peter whispered, twitching. He closed the dresser, thinking that he should look for the closet first. There it is!
He looked in. "Now just wait a minute..." he muttered. Almost half of the closet were homemade Spider-man suits. Hmmm... For some reason, he took one and began to put one on.
"Whoa! Comfy!" He began to move around in it, laughing like a giggly child. He's finally wearing Spider-man's spandex suit! That was something to take notice about.
"Man, look at those muscles!" He began showing off his muscles in front of the mirror, smirking while squeezing his arms. "Awesome!"
"Ahem?"
A girl's voice was heard from the door. Sweating, Otto turned around to meet Mary Jane once more. "Going to work again, Spidey?" she had a worried tone.
"Oh, um..." Otto didn't know what to say. Did she know that Peter was Spider-man?
"But at least eat some breakfast, so you won't starve."
"Uh, yes...ma'am."
Mary Jane smiled and left the room. "5 minutes, Tiger!" she yelled out.
Otto-Peter was still twitching when he was looking for clothes to put over the costume.
"Now, Pete, I'm going to audition today, so uh, wish me luck!"
Otto-Peter was eating his breakfast, with Mary Jane already finished and already dressed, ready to go.
Wow, she's done already? He thought. I didn't know she's an actress...
"Um, Good luck Mary Jane!" Otto-Peter blurted out, still enjoying his blueberry waffles. "I'll uh, wash the dishes for you."
"Aw, you're sweet!" Mary Jane approached up to Otto-Peter and gave him a quick peck (super-blush!). "You almost never do the dishes, since I understand that you're always busy saving lives..."
"Yeah, well," Otto-Peter gulped, forced-smiling, "we do share this apartment."
"Yup," Mary Jane sighed, "I supposed we do. Good luck with the crime-stopping, honey!"
"Knock'em down, red!" Otto said good-bye, having no idea where that come from. Mary Jane smiled warmly and blew a kiss goodbye, retreating to the outside.
"Knock'em down, red?"
Otto-Peter recognized that voice, turning around to the window behind him.
"What did that come from?" Himself, no, Peter! But still, in his body!
"I...dunno." Otto scratched his head and then went into a deep pause. He began to smirk, which followed into laughter.
Peter was confused. "Hey!" Peter snapped, "What's so funny?"
"I'm, ha ha, in your body!" Otto couldn't contain his laughter very much, "you're, ha ha, in mine!"
"That's not funny." Peter-Otto tried his very best to make a childish-innocent face.
"Thief!" Otto snickered, "that's my, haha,puppy-dog look!" He continued to laugh some more.
"Haw, haw," Peter spoke sarcastically, "can I come in?"
"Well, yeah, this is your house---oh, I mean my house. Ha ha ha!"
Peter scowled at the very man that possessed his body, with soon his stomach growling (leaving Otto to laugh even more).
"Oh, ha ha, you want some waffles? We got plenty left!"
"Man, I'm starving! How many times a day do you eat?" Peter asked, taking off his trench and fedora hat. Otto finally controlled his laughter.
"Not much, it depends on how many hot dog stands I could find in every corner. Y'know, just to snatch 'em before the guy knows what hits him." Otto answered, making a breakfast plate for Peter. Peter made a sympathetic look at the guy behind blue eyes.
I always wanted to help him out ever since he saved the city, but he continue to refuse...I guess our friendship's in a tight situation, that's why...
Really? The actuators overheard his thoughts. You wanted to help father? Peter made a low frustrated groan.
Otto took notice. "What's up?"
"Ugh, can I ever have private thoughts without these arms interfering me?" Peter complained, lifting up the fork. "Yeah, yeah, I know, 'I told you so'." Peter spoke before Otto could reply. The man in Peter's body smiled. "Is there ever a possible way to return to our normal selves?"
Otto sighed, drinking his glass of milk. "I don't know, Peter," Otto answered, helpless, "there must be a scientific way---or even spiritual way---that lead us here the first place."
Peter got into deep thinking. He knows that he and Otto both doesn't want to experience that same shock; besides, it looks like it'll be ages before it rains...
"But, I dunno," Otto smirked, sitting back, his arms holding his head, "I kinda like living again where I get a love life and no more back pains."
"Haw, haw, Octavius," said a sarcastic Peter, "don't even go there."
Expect chappie 4 sooner or later!