Miss me?
I don't own Iron Man... Yet.
If it wasn't because I don't know her number, I would call her and ask her about it.
"Broadway, please" I asked the driver. If MJ is in a play it would most likely be there, or it would be off Broadway, or off off Broadway.
Let's just hope is on Broadway.
"Any theaters in particular miss?" The driver asked. I like it when I get the nice drivers, which doesn't happen often.
"Do you, by any chance, happen to know which theater is playing this particular play? The protagonist seems to be Mary Jane Watson, a redhead?"
I leave for a week and everything changes when I get back.
"As a matter of fact I do, alot of people ask for that theater just to see the play" Seriously, how much had I missed? "We're here miss"
Damn that was fast.
"Thanks" I said as I handed him the money and got out of the car. Then I was left standing in front of the theater.
Wait, what am I going to do now?
Do I just enter and watch the play?
Is MJ good?
I need to buy a ticket. Pronto.
I hope they're not sold out.
Wow
MJ is good.
I didn't know she could sing.
I'm not really into this type of musicals, but she's good. I even put it Like on my Facebook page during interlude.
I should go and say hello or something.
So I head towards the dressing rooms and try to find hers.
There it is.
I knock, and there she is, with a guy.
I was not expecting this.
"MJ!"
"Darla, hi!" She says. "What are you doing here? I thought you were in California"
"I just came back. By the way, you were awesome!"
"You think so?" She said blushing.
"Of course" Then I nod my head towards the guy. "Who's he?"
"Right, this is John, John this is my friend Darla" John and I shook hands.
"Nice to meet you Johnny" Might as well be nice to him. Even though he's not Peter.
Just saying.
"Likewise" I have the feeling that I have seen him before.
"Wait, you look familiar. Why?"
MJ answered this one. "John is an astronaut"
"First person to play football on the moon" John said proudly. Right, I read about him...
"Right, now I remember! Mmm, what did you say your surname was?" It couldn't possibly be…
"Jameson" Damn "Why?"
"Well, your father doesn't happen to be J. Jonah Jameson, right?"
"Actually yes, he is"
"It's just that I have a friend that works for your father"
By the look on Mary Jane's face, she knows which friend I'm talking about.
"What a small world" He replied.
"I know, right?" Then I remembered my digital camera that I keep in my purse in case I see something that catches my eye. "How about a picture?" I said while pulling out my camera.
"Of course" MJ said, and she and John took a pose.
I was actually referring to MJ alone, since she's all doll up and everything, but alright.
When I walked out of the theater and watched MJ and John walked away, I wondered how Peter would react if he saw them.
I looked at my right and saw Peter.
"Peter!" I yelled, running towards him. He barely had time to see me properly before I put him into a hug.
"Darla?" He asks when I let go of him. "When did you get back?"
"Today"
"And you're not suffering from jetlag?" I shook my head. Then he looked past me to where MJ and Johnny used to be. He shakes his head.
"What, what's wrong?" I asked looking at the same place he did, and then back at him.
"I just feel bad that I missed MJ's performance. Something occurred and I was late, and I couldn't enter during the play…" While he was talking, I caught the sight of something red underneath his dress shirt. I absentmindedly started to put my finger on the spot where it was but in my own body. Peter seeing this buttoned up his dress shirt so it could be hidden. "How was the play?"
"I'm more of a Avenue Q fan, but it was okay" He was still looking over 'there'. "His name is Johnny, well John. But I prefer Johnny"
"You've always had a thing for names ending in Y" Apparently. "Do you know how long they have…?" He trailed down.
"No, I just met him tonight" Subject change: Imperative. "So, how have you been?"
"Where do I start?"
"Let's go for coffee and then you tell me. My treat."
"So basically, you have no place to live?" I said as we sip our coffees on a diner. We chose a diner because of the way our stomachs started protesting about the tyranny in which ruled over them, we decided to eat too.
"Well, I could go back to live with aunt May"
"Pete, don't you think you're a little to old to be living with your parental figure?"
"You still live at your father's house" He pointed out.
"But he doesn't live there anymore" Then I had an excellent idea. "You should move in with me!"
"What? I don't think that's a good idea"
"Of course it is! You will be closer to college; which by the way, why are you still in college when everyone else is not?" Career choice, maybe? "Anyway, you'll have a place to live with an extraordinary view, awesome roommate, and it will be free"
"I can't accept it if it's free. At least let me pay half the rent or something"
"So is a yes?"
"I didn't say that"
"Rent isn't necessary; my parents bought the place a long time ago. But if you don't want to feel like an intruder, you can always help with the chores like a normal roommate"
"Let me think about it" I looked at him expectantly. "Is going to take longer than five minutes" I still looked at him. "Are you sure you don't mind?" I let out a squeal and hugged him from across the table. "I didn't say yes"
"Yes you did"
"Yeah I did. Maybe"