A/N: For this and other chapters, I will write the character's POV. Enjoy!
Gwen's POV:
I didn't know what to think. I actually kissed Peter twice. I just left after we kissed last night. That morning, I decided to call MJ. I picked up my little black cell phone and dialed her number.
"Hey Gwen", MJ greeted. I smiled, "Oh hey! How's you and Harry?". Her face plastered a big smile, "It's awesome! I even found out that he can skateboard". I cocked my head, "He can skateboard?".
"Yeah, so does your boyfriend". "My boyfriend?!", I asked. MJ nodded. "Who?", I asked again. "Peter", she said. "Eww, Peter? No way, he is totally not my type", I lied.
"Oh come on you're totally in love with him!", MJ said. Just as I was about to say something, someone had knocked on my door. "I'll call you back MJ, someone's here". I dropped my phone on the bed. I swund the door open to find Peter.
I smiled, "Hey". He grabbed my arm and led me to my living room. We sat on that couch and Peter sighed. "It's true about what I said about me being Spider-Man", he said. "I know", I said, "But, how? What happened?". He sighed again, "At OsCorp, the spider, me fainting", he responded. "Oh", I said.
That night, Peter looked at his costume. Soon, Aunt May called him for dinner. Peter ran down the stairs to the smell of turkey and veggies. "Eat up Pete", Uncle Ben said. Peter grabbed his fork and knife and started to slice his turkey. "So how was your day Peter?", Uncle Ben asked. Peter looked up at him, "Nothing much, nothing less", he said with some turkey in his mouth.
Uncle Ben just nodded. Aunt May had opened the oven to take out her tray of home baked chocolate chip cookies. She placed them all in a bowl. Aunt May placed the bowl in the middle of the table. Aunt May walked over to the refridgerator to get something, "Oh dear", she said.
"Ben, were out of milk", she announced. "Ah shoot", he whispered. He then stared at Peter, "Pete, do you mind buying some for us?". "Me?", Peter asked. "Yes, here's the money", he said as he handed the money to Peter.
After they have finished eating their dinner, Peter grabbed his jacket and went out the door. The super market was just close by their house. Peter looked everywhere to find the milk. He eventually did and took it to the cashier. As Peter gave him the money, the clerk rudely says that the milk has increased it's price.
"Come on man", Peter said. The cashier shrugged, "Sorry, it's not my policy". Peter returned the milk on it's place. As he was about to leave, A man entered the store and bought a cigarette. Just as the cashier turned to do something, the man opened the register and stole the money. He tossed half of it to Peter and ran with his cigarettes. The cashier then realizes, "Hey kid! Go after him!". "Sorry", Peter replied, "It's not my policy".
As Peter walked home, he found a dead body in the middle of the sidewalk. He kneeled to find out that it was Uncle Ben, he had been shot. Peter began to tear up, "Uncle Ben, don't leave me, Please". He shook him, "Uncle Ben please, you gotta hold on". He then started crying as he layed his head on top of his deceased Uncle.
Police and the ambulances soon arrived to see what has happened hours later. They had sketched the suspect many times until they had designed a final one. Peter recognized him, he soon had flashbacks. Peter looked at his face again, "The man who killed Uncle Ben was... The man who I let escape".