Disclaimer: I do not own Spider-Man or any of its characters, I do however own Grace and any others you do not know

A/N: I know, I know. God do I know. It's been ages since I updated this--as well as any other stories of mine. But I'm finally get back on track on things. I've been busy reading more books than writing my own stories, and I've been outside a lot more since getting home from Washington and California. But yeah, I've been writing chapters to some of a my stories for the past couple of days, so I plan on updating a bit this weekend. This chapter isn't that long, sorry. But the next one will be written up within the next week. Thank you to my faithful readers (if I still have any). Enjoy! Happy Reading! -Kalli

"Gracie? Sweetie, are you awake?"

Grace groaned and pulled her comforter over her head, refusing to climb from the bed.

"Gracie?" Her Mother persisted, cracking her bedroom door open so she could peek into the room.

"Mom." Grace groaned from under her shelter of blankets. "It's Saturday. Let me sleep."

"Honey, there's a boy on the phone for you." When Grace stuck her head out from under the blankets with a confused look on her face, she moved forward, holding out the phone to her daughter. "Skeeter Parker."

Grace's face scrunched up as she stared at her Mother. "Who the--" She cut herself off with a laugh and shook her head. "I think you mean Peter Parker, Mom."

Her Mother rolled her eyes, handed her daughter the phone, and left the room.

"Hi Pete." Grace spoke into the cordless phone.

"Sorry I woke you Grace...I didn't know if you remembered our study date or not...I mean cause of Friday and all."

She groaned inwardly and scrubbed a hand down her face. Friday. Her first day at the new school and she was already embarrassed in front of the whole school. On the bright side--the first "loser" is out of the way now.

"Okay." She finally spoke when she brought herself out of her thoughts. "When and where?"

"I can just come over to your place so--"

"No! No!" Grace sat up. She didn't want him--or anyone--to know about her Mom. "I, umm...why don't I come to you? I need to get out of the house anyway. Directions?"

Grabbing a pen from the bedside table she quickly wrote on her palm the directions he gave.

"I'll be there in a bit." She replied before hanging up.

The teen quickly climbed from the bed and hurried around the room grabbing clothes so she could get dressed.

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Peter Parker opened the front door to a red-cheeked Grace, white clouds puffing from her mouth.

"How long have you been here?" He asked, shocked.

"I just got here." She spoke as she wrapped her coat tighter around her body.

"I didn't hear your car pull up so I--did you come here on a bike??" He looked around her to see an old Huffy propped against the porch.

Grace followed his gaze to the bike and shrugged as though it were nothing. "It was only two or so miles."

"Peter Parker! You bring that girl in where it's warm!" An elder woman admonished from behind the dark haired boy.

"Sorry Aunt May." He led her inside before taking her coat and hanging it. "Grace, this is my Aunt May. Aunt May, this is Grace, she just moved here."

"Where from, dear?" The older woman asked.

"Everywhere." Grace replied on a chuckle.

"Family member in the service?"

Grace picked at the sleeve of her white sweater and gave a one-shoulder shrug. "Something like that." She whispered.

"Harry should be here soon." Pete spoke up, sensing Grace's uncomfortableness. "Want something to drink?"

"Something warm?" She asked hopefully.

"Come into the kitchen. I'll put some tea on while you work." Aunt May instructed the two and led them to the kitchen.

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