Alright number 4, I decided to try making chapters with each holding 6k words or more. I'm trying to make it all feel like a episode of a TV series in length so any wait feels more worth it. So, with that in mind do enjoy the read!
The alarm clock on a wooden desk had struck 1 am, a time where everything in the mansion were quite and peaceful for once. Bobby wasn't pranking anyone and Kitty wasn't blasting her music for the whole right side of the house to enjoy while she dances. Everything was nice and calm, except for the young Parker boy, he would toss and turn while struggling to get back to bed. "I'm not getting any sleep am I?..." he asked the world as he sat up erect in bed. Using his hand he brushed the excess hair out of his face. Grabbing a handful of his brown locks he pulled it outward to see how long it is, and to his surprise it was nearly three to three and a half inches long.
"I need to get a haircut" he commented as he flipped outta bed and before the dresser's mirror infront of him. Looking into it as he actually took the time to examine the way he's been taking care of his self recently. His hair was the longest it's ever been and he personafied death before the usual morning routine. So, he chalked it up to he'll do it later in the morning as he headed over to the closet. Opening its doors as he pulled out the briefcase and set it on the bed with the utmost care. "It's in here..." he told himself as he unlocked the side and then pulled up the top to be met with only clothes.
A sigh leaving his mouth as he took the folded garments out and sat them on the bed, grabbing the faulty back he put in and pulling it off from the secret velcro straps as he was the met with big white eyes. Eyes that hasn't let see the light of day in weeks, or the red and blue fabric that hasn't seen the outside world since Gwen left this world. His hands shaking as he picked up the mask with care, staring into its eyes as if they looked back at him while he freed them of their chambers. His thoughts all centered around the disguise he used to wear like a second skin, wherever he went they went. "I'm just going out and taking a swing, nothing more." he tried to reason with himself "I'm just using this to blow steam, get some stuff off my mind and stretch the old spider joints." Peter told himself that was all he needed, all he wanted. But, the boy knew himself better. He knew what he needed to do in order to shake his growing guilt was to go for a swing, be THAT guy if only just for half an hour.
He put the clothes back on the bed and put it all away into the closet, he didn't need anyone walking in and seeing his suit sprawled out over the sheets. He wasn't gonna be wearing anymore than the mask, he was taking baby steps. A red turtle neck was slipped onto his body as he stretched it out, looking at how it fit him now compared to back in his wrestling days.
"It's kinda tighter than I remember." he said as he slipped on a pair of black joggers and sneakers with specially made thin soles. And then came the mask, he put it on slowly and gentle as it all came back to him, the soft yet tight fit was like a fond memory washing over him. Grabbing the devices he left out, his webshooters, as he put them on and jumped over to the wall. He stuck to the surface and smiled under his mask as it felt like the guilt was lifting every second he was in it, Peter unlocked the window and closed it while he left outside. Leaping from the building into the mansions' yard as he sprinted across its healthy grass and out above the entrance as he climbed the fence with no sweat.
Running at full speed down the road as he came to a building and climbed up its wall, hurrying to the top as he jumped up and past the last few stories landing in a super hero pose.
"Stuck the landing~".
Walking over to the ledge, looking over the edge of the building as he stared down below. A city full of lights and the bustling sounds of a car every now and then while the cool night air hit his mask in a gentle breeze. The boy is taken back to those midnight swings through the concrete jungle of the Big Apple, the wind blowing past his face as he flew past countless windows of the tall sky scrapers. Parker reached out a hand and aimed it at the building to his left and with the most iconic sound he releases a line from the shooter on his wrist. It latching onto the brick and he jumps off into the sky.
Peter screamed a joyful sound with the rush of excitement while he swung through the Bayville air. One hand after another, he'd go through the pendulum motion then come with another line fired at the nearby buildings. Swinging up into the air and then shooting two webs down to the buildings below as he yanked and shot his self into a downward spiral. Grabbing onto the rough surface of a structure as he whipped around its corner flipping into an iconic pose before shooting another line and pulling himself to a wall adjacent to his location. Running along the side as the people inside working late shifts heard the thump of his feet as they saw a blur go by and out of their line of sight. Peter was having the time of his life, he was feeling more free then he ever has within the past few weeks and he just didn't want it to end. But, almost right on que the sound of a young boy was heard through the cold air. Peter stopped on a nearby wall and listened for where it came from, and once he knew exactly what was the direction he zipped over.
The Little Boy
The scream was heard again as sobs would break his cries and pleas down into incoherent sentences. The only distinguishable phrase being "Daddy" as he tried to get up, an older man holding down the kid as they both looked onto a man in his night clothes being kicked into the trash. Boys no older then their late teens beat this man with their heavy boots all while his son would watch on. "Leave, leave my... Daddy alone! Please!" he said inbetween the tears and grunts from his feeble attempts to get up. The man on top of him only laughing at how he demanded for them to do anything when he couldn't even get up.
A wave of his hand made the two boys stop as they focused on the kid now, yanking him off the ground, his eyes wouldn't even leave the sight of his bleeding father. "You got a lot spunk kid." the older one said "But these are OUR turfs you hear, this is OUR streets and we do what ever the hell we wanna do!". The man shouted, taking off his jean jacket as he told the boys to keep the runt steady. "Now your father ain't pay the fines, and he gone and snitched. Y'all two, had this ass beating coming."
The kid squirming, kicking and jumping as they pushed him down into the dirt while the groups top dog cracked his knuckles. He gave a sinister chuckle as the kid began to cry for his father to save him, but the man wasn't getting up anytime soon. The man wasn't even conscious as this group held his only son down for the punishment that came with disobeying the law of these streets. That was until they heard somebody yell from the back of the alley, the words
"WAIT" rang in their ears as they looked over to see who was this stranger that dared to interfere. Then to their surprise it looked like some guy playing dress-up late at night. Wearing some red long sleeve with a spider logo on the front. Black pants with worn down sneakers and a red mask with big white eyes staring back at them.
"What the hell?" the big man said as he saw this guy just walk up all casually. Leaning against the nearest wall as he put up a finger, asking them to wait a second as he then pulled out something green. "Listen guys, alright listen listen... How about I give ya'll a nice crisp five dollar bill." he stretched out the green paper much like how you do when checking if it's straight enough for a vending machine. "And ya'll let the kid and his pops go, hey?" The goons looked at one another and then back to him as the big guy walked from the boy and stopped a few feet from this man in the mask.
"Or better yet, you give the dollar and we'll knock the sh-" he suddenly stopped talking as his head jerked back, a white substance had shut him up.
"Shhh, there's a kid present!~" he said as the big man went down with a single punch. The two other guys let the boy go and went to make a run for it, they didn't want any beef with a man that put someone his size down with ease. Loud curses leaving their mouth as they went to flee the scene, but this masked man wasn't letting them do that. He stuffed the dollar down his pocket and jumped up near 20 something feet to the nearest wall and shot that same stuff at their backs. pulling them over and into the trash pile. Then he jumped down and webbed them to it as that stuck them to the ground as he jogged over to the kid. "You okay little one?" he said in the most welcoming voice he could muster, the boy looking up at him and then to his father as the stranger knew what occupied this kid's mind. "Don't worry I'll help your dad." he said as the kid smiled and hugged him, a warm gesture that anyone nearby could see surprised the man in the mask.
He looked at the victim and thought to himself "He needs to be taken with care... So web swinging is out of the question. I suppose the best thing is to just call for help." The stranger then pulled out his phone and called 911, a woman answering the call as he replied and told them what the situation was. A father badly hurt with his son on this street and the people who hurt them. The woman notified them that they would be there soon and the boy stayed with the man who saved him. About ten minutes later the ambulance had arrived and some people started looking to see what was going on a boy running out to the sidewalk as he flagged down the people and they stopped where he was.
They ran out of the car and rushed to the father as they tried to wake him up. And once he partially regained consciousness they had already prepared the stretcher and took him on the vehicle. The boy was picked up by one of the people and as they carried him aboard he looked around, like as if he was searching for something.
"Hey what you looking for kid? You lost a toy or something?". The boy shook his head, but when he looked up he had began waving with a big smile. The man becoming curious, decided to look up as well and his eyes saw a figure. The moon's light casting nothing but a strong shadow over the body as white eyes looked back down at them. The masked man waving back to the kid as he then jumped off and swung away into the night sky.
Xavier Institute
2:05, that was the time Peter came back as he crawled right in through the hole of his bedroom called the window. Grabbing the top of his mask as he removed its fabric and then off came the shirt as his thoughts were racing around and fast. He looked in the mirror at himself and noticed his hair was in the way, brushing it to the side yet again as he checked himself out right in the reflection as he flexed. "Been a while since I've felt like this, Kapow~." he joked as he let out small fit of much needed laughter and tossed the top on his bed. He then stripped down to his boxers and put on some shorts and a tank.
"Phew... now that is done, I can go and use the bathroom, then bed.".
Peter grabbed his makeshift suit as he placed it under the bed and then out of the room he went. It was quite in these halls at this time of morning, it was almost like he was the only person in this house. "Crap, where was the one upstairs??" he muttered as he looked around and began to think hard, after all it was a pretty big house and there were four different bathrooms scattered around the place. two upstairs and two downstairs.
He then figured it would be in his best interest to hit the one he remembered seeing downstairs by the kitchen. So the boy came running and jumped to the wall ahead of him, and then he flipped down the stairs as he sprinted towards the laboratory in a rush as he slid across the floor and jetted into the John for a few minutes.
Once he was finished the sound of the flushing quietly echoed in the vicinity and out came the brunette boy. "Heh, now off to bed for some shut eye." he said while walking down the hallway and past the kitchen. Stopping as he saw something big and furry by the smooth and clean countertops. He paused, and began walking backwards and looked into the entrance of the kitchen as he confirmed what he saw.
"Holy crap!" Peter exclaimed. This huge, almost 7 foot man covered from head to toe in hair was fixing himself a coffee and a sandwich with reading glasses that rested on the bridge of his nose. He turned around and was face to face with the new Parker kid.
"Oh hello." the man said in a kind and soft voice as he let a yawn escape his lips right after the words. Peter just looked at him, after all it's not like you see something like him every day. The man looked somewhat like a werewolf, monkey with a human like face. Walking around in shorts and held a pile of papers under his armpit, in fact he almost had this dad with a newspaper vibe.
"O-Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to react like that-"
"Oh no no it's alright young man. After all thats not the worst I've heard." the man smiled as he said this. Peter smiled with him and walked up to the furry man as he held out his hand and introduced himself the right way.
"Well hello, I'm Peter Parker. The new guy." he said as the man sat down his coffee and shook his hand in return.
"I go by Hank, it is indeed nice to meet you Mr. Parker." They shared a mutually nice hand shake and let the moment settle down back to its calm atmosphere. The peace didn't last long though as a howl was heard and with that came the girl with the long black hair again. Brandishing two metal blade claws in both hands along with the meanest look as both Hank and Peter looked back at her. She checked her left and then she looked to the right, nothing was up and nothing was out of the ordinary.
The boys still watching her as she just stood up straight and retracted the claws. A visible irritation in her eyes as she was staring at the new kid from which she had heard the loud scream come from his voice and she simply said
"Don't scream if nothing's wrong."
Peter had gotten this look of embarrassment and shook his hands in a defensive way. "H-hey I didn't mean to, I just got spooked."
"It was just a misunderstanding, no harm done." Hank added as she just looked at them a little irritated.
"How come you aren't sleep anyway?" Peter asked and she just looked at him for a sec, almost like as if she was thinking about replying or not. Then she opened her mouth and "I don't sleep much" was the only thing she told him. No other words traded between the three as she walked out of the room, back to wherever she came from.
Hank put a hand on the kid's shoulder "Don't worry Parker, this isn't about you. She's just not very social is all.". Peter listened to him and just shrugged it off, he figured she must have been in a sour mood already and was dealing with it. A glare here or there was much better then to be called a "menace" or
"Danger to society" anyway, so Peter figured that he would just learn to live with it and move on.
"Well I'm glad it's not me, people usually love them a Parker~." Hank just laughed at the boy's joke and picked back up the cup. "Well except for lockers, bullies, popular kids, aaaaand just about everyone else."
Hank shook his head and pat the boy's back as he replied "Well at least I can assure you, there are no lockers here." and with that the man left off into a hallway and Peter headed back towards his bedroom.
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP--
Peter slapped the alarm clock off, the sound irritating him as he woke up and looked at the time on it. "6:30, Ugh... I forgot today was a Mondaaay..." he groaned and whipped up in bed, yawning and reaching out all of his limbs in a nice stretch. "Oh last night was a good one, I actually slept pretty good." Peter pulled the sheets off of him and got up. Walking over to the dresser to get all of the stuff he'll need in order to take his morning shower and get dressed.
"Alright, time for that shower I promised myself~" Peter said in a gleeful mood, he moved on and out his door as he could see the line to the bathroom.
There were already 2 people ahead and waiting while looking down at their phones. "Hey, so line starts here?" Peter asked the girl in front of him, she turned around and greeted him with a smile
"Oh, like hey~." Kitty replied. "Yeah, Bobby likes to take his time, but it WONT MAKE HIM LOOK ANY BETTER!" she shouted, most likely for the kid to hear her and she got nothing but a "whatever" back.
"Like seriously, I don't know why he takes so long in there? It's not like he does much."
Peter gave a shrug and joked "Well you know, he gotta look good for the ladies~." Kitty scoffed, immediately letting out a moment of hysterical laughter which surprised the chick in front of her, Rogue. "Please... he can look however he wants to inside of his head~, don't stroke his ego." Then out came Bobby, dressed in his usual and freshly done up in a red t-shirt and tan shorts. "It's all yours Rogue" he said as he passed the goth and stuck his tongue out at Kitty, causing her to do so in return. But, it was only a distraction, and the moment she went for a step to wait outside the bathroom door for Rogue to finish she slipped and fell. Dropping everything she had as she looked below herself and the ground had a fresh coating of ice.
"BOBBY I'M A KILL YOU!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, such a strain on her voice that you could hear the slightest crack in it. Bobby laughed in return and Kitty got straight up to chase him, the boy taking off and heading for the stairs as he slid down the railing. The girl chasing him then phasing through the floor to meet him on the lower level and Peter just stood there.
"Huh, well that just happened" was all he had to say before Rogue poked her head out, a towel on her head as she asked a question.
"What was that?"
"Oh, Bobby just invited Kitty to play a game of 'cat and mouse'."
Rogue shook her head. "Kitty gonna kill that boy." she replied as she closed the door and continued with her morning usuals.
A little forward into the morning everyone was eating breakfast and socializing, Bobby having a little bruise above his eye and Kitty still rubbing her hips as they sat at different edges of the table. Peter sat with Spyke and the two socialized about what the school was like, after all it would be Peter's first day here and he needed to know what it would be like. "Nah man, it's just like any other school honestly. You got your boring teachers, and then the extra boring ones." he told the boy as he took a sip of his cup of milk.
"Well then how is the social hierarchy of jocks and nerds?" Peter asked.
"Ever been in a life sized locker?" Evan asked him in return and Peter gave a single nod. "Well find a way out of one..." was all he had to say before Ororo had walked in.
"Alright everyone, not too much longer before you need to head out." she told the teens and the group understood. "But sorry Peter, you will have to wait until tomorrow for your first day. We haven't been able to finish transferring you over, and it's just been decided that it was best for you to start tomorrow." Peter didn't have a problem with that as it just added another 7 hours to his day.
"Oh that's no problem." Ororo smiled and nodded as she went to turn and walk away before remembering something.
"Oh, apologies I almost forgot. Professor Xavier would like to see you actually." This peaked Peter's interest, getting up he waved farewell to his new friends as he headed for Xavier's office.
Knock, Knock was the sound of the Professor's door. "May I come in?" Peter asked as he waited for the okay, hearing a yes as he then turned the knob and walked right in. Closing the door behind him and taking a seat in the chair while he waited for the Professor to turn away from the window, both hands clasped together like as if he was thinking.
"So Mr. Parker, how has the mansion been for you? How did you sleep?" he asked in his usual tone. The boy smiling as he answered back with how comfortable the bed was and that the rooms were so roomy and Xavier just laughed with a nod. "Yes, yes we get that a lot." The room went silent for a few seconds before Xavier asked him another question "Mr. Parker, how long have you had your 'abilities' exactly?" Peter looked at him and with a small moment to think he answered
"Well I gotta say about, well a few months." Xavier did not expect that answer.
"Oh? A few months you say?"
Peter nodded and waited for the Professor to respond, but instead he was met with a smile and the ability to go back to his room. The boy did so as he got up from his chair and looked at the man in front of him for a sec, walking out of the room as he bid the good Professor a good day. The scene pans on Xavier for a little as he thought to himself, turning his chair back around and looking outside of the window. Nothing but a almost chilling silence in the room as he only stared upon his home.
Peter's Bedroom
The boy flopped down and laid on his bed, staring up at the ceiling as he wasn't sure what to make of the moment he had with Xavier. He felt somewhat off about it but he couldn't put his finger on why, and then he thought about something again. "Oh Oh, I need to call Aunt May!" he rushed to grab his phone and speed dialed the woman who raised him. It rung for a short while, no more then five seconds before he had heard her voice.
"Hello Peter, how has it been??" the woman answered almost with a frantic voice as she's been worried about her nephew.
"Oh I'm fine Aunt May, I just called because i wanted to check up on you."
She gave a small chuckle and replied "Oh Peter, you don't have to worry about me, you know I'm just doing the usual. Shouldn't you be resting??" The boy looked confused.
"What you mean Aunt May?" he asked as he waited.
"The Professor had notified me that you wouldn't be going to school today, and so I just thought that after the move you would need your rest." she said in a concerned motherly tone.
"Aunt May, it was only like four boxes..." he had replied.
"Well yeah, but my baby boy needs to be concerving his strength, four boxes can still be a hassle.". Peter shook his head while smiling, this was the aunt he's known for sure.
"Well I'm fine Aunt May, thank you." She gave a small laugh, and replied with a welcome and thank you in return.
"I'm a head off Peter, I got a cake in the oven!"
"Oooooo, save me some for when I visit!~" he had requested from her. Instead she made a deal with him to just bake something Friday and bring it over. Peter agreed and hung up the phone as he rested his arms behind his head, staring back up at the ceiling as he thought "Only Aunt May... It was four boxes, I don't need rest for four boxes."
Later on in the day Peter had gone to sleep and was snoring loudly, resting good just like his mother figure suggested. His eyes peacefully sat closed as he laid on all of the covers on his bed and tossed around a little. His outside actions affected by a dream he was having as he began to murmur a little "Gwen... "
The scene reopened in a dark room, the boy standing in center as a spotlight shined on him from above and he looked around. Scanning the area as he found nothing until a light had gone off in front of him and there stood a woman, her back facing the boy as he tried to make out the familiar features. Her long blonde hair rested on the green rain jacket that she wore, her clean purple pencil skirt sat on her natural and lovely curves very nicely. "Gwen? Oh my god, Gwen!~" Peter shouted as he began running towards the beautiful woman before him. Her body showing no sign of reacting to his calls or attempts at getting her attention. So, the Parker boy ran faster and more desperately struggled to catch up to the woman's body just standing there before he finally grabbed her shoulder and turned her around.
"Gwen, I'm so glad to see you, a-are you alright??" he asked her, the body and face slowly turning around to meet his eyes with nothing but tears and pain.
"What's wrong Gwen??" he pleaded for her to tell him something, anything was better then to be left alone in the dark like this. But, the girl didn't open her mouth, she didn't answer his request and in a final attempt to console her he pulled her in for a hug, but she didn't want that. The woman violently put up her hands at his chest and pushed him back, away from her as Peter stumbled backwards almost losing his balance.
"Don't touch me!!" Gwen shouted at her once lover.
"Gwen why are y-"
"How long Peter?!" she demanded, but the boy had no clue what she meant, he looked down and saw the suit on his body.
That red and blue spandex uniform of his greeted his yes as he saw past it a puddle, and in that puddle a reflection of his own face. He was without his disguise and Gwen could see him right there in front of her own two eyes as they were filled with tears and bloodshot red.
"Gwen..." Peter tried to say in a soft broken voice, but she wasn't having it. She wasn't gonna give the man any time for more excuses or lies to leave his mouth as she restated her question.
"How long Peter?! How long before you were gonna tell me the truth??". He stood there and his words started to become obstacles as he stumbled and stuttured over them "I-I-I...".
"No 'I's' or 'but's', just answer the damn question Parker!!"
He gave a sigh, one of pain and sorrow as he finished the sentence with a simple "I-I don't know..." an answer wich made her furious now.
"I don't know?... You've been lying and scheming behind my back all along and all you have to say is a fucking 'I DON'T KNOW'?!?!". Peter wasn't exactly sure what to say as she stomped towards him, almost walking as if she would've bulldozed him if she hadn't stopped and poked his chest instead. "This suit, this joyride was your reason for lying to me all the time??"
"No, Gwen listen-" she had it and didn't wanna hear a word from him.
"Don't 'Gwen' me! I'm tired of listening to your excuses and constant lies!" she said with such venom. " 'I gotta take care of my aunt', 'I need to do some work for Jonah', I this and I that. It was all lies!" Peter stood there and took the verbal punishment. "You killed my father with your ignorance, least you could do is love me enough to tell the truth!!" she demanded and this took Peter a back.
He was infatuated with this woman, his first love, with all of his heart he desired her and he knew that she knew he did, so he responded. "But Gwen, you know I love you!" and she took no time to reply.
"Then act like it!!"
"You say you love me, but you aren't the man I loved!" She pushed against him again and he fell backwards onto the ground. "The man I loved was reserved, smart, and thought things through... NOT this... this... gigantic asshole glory hog who didn't know when to let the police do their damn job!"
Peter began to scoot back, crawling away while still facing her as she followed. "You just had to rush in didn't you?! They had the creep cornered on a roof top, and you just needed to prove how big and bad 'The Spider-Man' was!!"
"Gwen you know it wasn't like that-"
"The hell it was!" she retorted. "He was a dead man if he tried anything stupid and then you came... Trying not to shoot your dumbass they let the fight ensue and before my dad knew it he was covered in rubble!! Crushed to death like the bug you are!" Peter tried to hold back any tears as he got to his feet, only for Gwen to push him again. "I want the man I loved back!!" she said and instinctly Peter then grabbed her hands.
"Then I'll be that man, I'll do anything for you Gwen!". Peter said this in sobs as the Gwen before him began to smile back. Her tears running down her face and as the first droplet hit the ground, a gunshot then went off and Peter whipped his head around behind him and saw a familiar face. A man that he hasn't seen in over a year stood before him and said his name with the slight sound of his own blood gurgling at the back of his throat.
"Peter...".
The boy was shook, his face unable to hold back any tears no longer as he answered the man in sobs "U-Uncle Ben...". The man walked forward to this boy, the one he spent years raising and loving. Pools of blood dripping below and following his every step as he stopped in front of the crying child.
"She's trying to take you away from me... She wants to take whatever part of me you have left." the man had told Peter in a voice of true dispare.
Gwen grabbing the boy's left arm as she yanked him closure "He wants to take you from ME Peter..." she said. Parker stuttering and unable to even create any words just like he couldn't fathom what was going on. Uncle Ben grabbing the boy's right arm as he pulled on his only nephew and commented.
"Don't let me die twice Peter... Please don't shoot me again...". Peter could only restate the man's name as he couldn't decide, he didn't know what to do.
Gwen only adding to his misery as she said "Don't kill me again Pete, don't throw any remaining love for me away to die with my corpse..."
The boy just sobbed and cried, he couldn't bring himself to make a decision. He couldn't drop one from his life to make the other happy.
"I can't... I-I can't do this..." he pleaded to them both as they held onto each respective arm tighter.
"Sure you can Pete, you love me don't you?" they had both asked him in unison with the most sincere voice his ears has ever heard. The boy was having a break down, a mental dilemma that his conscious and heart couldn't handle as he tried to free himself of the two but each just constricted his movements more.
"Let me go! I can't choose between you two!" He had said again as the two only looked at him and replied.
"Sure you can, after all you did so when you let the trigger get pulled on me..." Uncle Ben said with a kind smile even though his words so sinister.
"And you did so too when you failed to save me..." Gwen replied with a gentle grin as her words were oh so rough.
The both of them becoming even more serious with their demands as they yanked on each arm and pushed more "Come on, make a decision."
Peter shouting in his sleep that he couldn't as someone came over, a feminine voice shaking his body as she tried so hard to wake him up with other voices doing the same. "I CAN'T CHOOSE!!" Peter screamed as he shot up in his bed, sitting up right and his torso caught in a cold sweat as he noticed he was back in his bedroom. Looking around as Kitty had jumped backwards and fell on the ground to his left, Scott and Jean helping her up as Rogue and Kurt stood at his right, a worried and concerned look all over their face while Bobby and Evan stared at him. Peter's thoughts began to race as he put a hand to his forehead and just processed everything that had happened.
"Yo, uh Pete. You alright man??" Evan had asked as others began to swarm him with the same question while he struggled to think. "I-I..." the boy tried to form words but only found himself struggling again. His throat filled with the doubts and second guesses for if he even knew himself as he tried so hard to tell them something, anything! So he forced out the words that first came to mind.
"I'm fine! I'm fine!" he replied as he jumped out of bed and flipped over the others, walking to the door without another word as he held onto the frame. His heart and head had went through a ton of stress in such a small frame of time and he felt almost nauseous. A hand going to help the boy as he just continued on without any more words.
Heading down the hallways while holding in anymore tears til he had gotten to the bathroom to regain himself, so caught up in thoughts and struggling to keep this down inside that he didn't even notice he passed the girl with silky black hair. Staring him down with a questioning gaze as the atmosphere he carried himself was different at the moment, and all she could smell was tears and sweat. She continued walking til she was at his door and looked in to see the others all just kind of looking at eachother or at the ground in thought. Leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed as she just asked out of curiousity.
"What was up with all the screaming?"
