I was awoken a couple of hours later by a very loud thump. I frantically sat up and looked across the room. Peter was perched on the floor next to my bookshelf, surrounded by fallen books. He was wearing nothing but a pair of lilac boxers.
"What happened?" I rubbed my eyes and covered my bare chest with Peter's black hoodie.
"Oh ,I fell, " Peter gave me an apologetic look, "I uh…was just about to wake you so you knew where I was-" I cut him off. "Peter, what are you talking about?" I stepped out of the messy double bed and zipped Peter's hoodie up- thankfully it covered everything.
"I have to go. I sense something." He dragged himself up and wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me close. "I think it's another robbery."
"Can't you just call the police?" He gave me one of those 'are-you-kidding-me' looks. "Just 5 more minutes then?" I held a hopeful look in my eye.
"You know I can't ,Gwen. Go back to sleep and I promise I will be here, in bed, when you wake up in the morning." I sighed and looked at Peter sleepily.
"Go and get 'em." He kissed my forehead and walked towards the fire exit. "Pete?"
"Yup?" He turned around. I pointed to his naked stomach.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" He was still wearing nothing but a pair of lilac boxers.
I guess I'm not angry with Peter. It's the price I must pay for being in love with Spiderman. With him the rest of the world must come first . As long as I never wake up alone I'm fine with that. I can finaly soar through the sky alongside the sun without having to worry about anything. Things were looking up for me. A couple of months after that night, me and Peter graduated Midtown High. We instantly brought our own apartment and I was soon seeing alot more of Peter's purple underwear. You know what they say, when your love is really true, anytime apart is too long. Nothing was coming between us again,not now...not ever.