Briiiing!Briiiig!Briiiing!
The sudden blaring of an alarm nearly made me jump out of my bed. I never set an alarm, my work didn't require me to get up early. Nonetheless the loud alarm would not cease it's bbarring so my eye's groggilly opened and I was greeted by the ceiling. Pushing myself up I quickly grew confused as a studied my room, my room was nothing like this. Confusion grew in me before I remembered my situation.
"Right, so not a dream." Muttering to myself I looked around 'my' room. I quickly remembered what had happend to me. But any disbelief I had, had long since diminished, this was all to real. And as much as I wanted to just stay in bed and sleep my problems away, unfortunately the good ol Parker luck seems to have already got me. As I had to go back to hell. By hell, I mean school.
A sigh escaped me as I got out of bed and advanced to my bathroom. Pushing past the door I got in and stood before the mirror. The image of a tired teenager with bed hair reflected on it's surface.
"This will never not be weird." Even if I accepted my situation, the thought of this being the new me was terrifying in a way. But I had no time for sulking. So taking the singular toothbrush, I got to work. It was weird how things were. I say that because everything was so realistic, here I'm brushing my teeth as I would've back home. It felt natural. But on the subject of how things were, my thoughts were on how things looked.
When I say that I mean the world around me. Yeseterday on that billboard, J Jonah Jameson didn't exatly look like J.K Simmoms. Same with aunt May, she didn't exactly look like any of the actors that played her in any live action movie I watched. But everything didn't exatly look realistic persay. There was something off about how everything and everyone looked but I couldn't properly discern it, because everything looked so natural.
As I rinsed myself with water I decided that the question about how everything looked wasn't worth delving into. I had more pressing concerns. Namely if I was going to be Spider-Man or not. It wasn't a simple yes or no question to me, even though it should've been. Spider-Man is a great hero but he survives as much as he does because he's him, Spider-Man. I'm no Spider-Man, or Peter Parker. If I'm going to survive I'd have to be my own kind of hero.
I couldn't be the good hearted and noble hero Spider-Man was, I'd have to be something else.
"That's if I decide on this hero gig." Finished with my routine I stepped out of the bathroom and went to the closet to get dress. Peter and I didn't exactly have the same taste in clothing but something here would have to do.
Picking up a simple long sleeved button shirt with a pair of black pants and sneakers. The outfit made me look kinda nerdy but I didn't really care. I looked at the black suitcase that held the suit and webshooters. I was tempted to take them with but refrained. Closing the closet doors I quickly exited my room and headed downstairs.
I didn't see any sign of May but I spotted a letter on the kitchen counter, picking It up I scanned through it's contents.
Hi Pete I had to leave early to do some errands, I left you some breakfast in the fridge, If your not feeling better than you can stay home.
-Aunt May xoxox
Putting the letter down the idea of missing school quickly seemed enticing. But eventually I would have to go and I might as well go today. But speaking of school I wonder if I'm friends with Harry yet. In most comic continuities Harry and Peter only meet when both were in colleage, so hopefully that never happens. It's the same with Gwen I think. So I shouldn't currently know the two. That would honestly make things more simple. I didn't wanna be friends with a guy whose father was some pshyco who dressed up as a goblin. And besides I didn't really care much for Gwen or any charecter outside of how entertaining they were. Besides if I decided I want to be a hero, the less people to worry about the better.
But enough about that, it was about time for the bus to pull up so I might as well get going.
When last did I step into a place like this. A few years? Nah, not that long. Not that it matterd I suppose, I was back at school now. It would've been nostalgic if I actually ever liked school, alas there was nothing I could do. This was to keep up appearances if anything.
So walking through the hallways of this high school, Midtown High, I was happy to know I was just another face in the crowd. No one went out of their to even glance at me. It was kinda lifting my spirit's, maybe I could make it through these agonizing school years with minimal interaction.
Just when those thoughts went through my head someone slung their arm around me.
"Yo Pete, where the hell were you yesterday! You left me hanging." Looking to my side, I spotted a guy around the same age as me. Short waved brown hair, blue eye's and wearing a green jersey with a button shirt underneath. "You gonna actually greet your friend or are you just gonna stare at me like a deer in headlights."
"Oh...hey, Harry?"
"Why'd that sound more like a question? C'mon don't tell me you've forgotten your best friend this soon, damn that's hurtful." He put on a face of mock hurt as I began my inner monologue.
God damn it, I spoke too soon. I thought Peter was suppose to meet Harry in college? Maybe I'm just in some another alternative Marvel universe then or maybe this is the 616 universe with some alterations. Either way it seems Peter was already friends with Harry, greeeeat. I just had to be friends with the guy whose dad was a pshyco and who in some iterations was the Goblin himself.
"So what were you up to yesterday? You dished school." I contemplated my response momentarily. Harry was Peter's best friend so I should probably respond carefully, I didn't have to worry about May at the time because she was more concerned about my health.
Usually when one's friend asked about what they did the correct response would be a, yo mamma joke. But I was pretty sure his mom was dead so that hardly seemed appropriate. But Peter was always a jokester to his friends so,
"Y'know selling drugs and doing other illegal activities. The usual."
"Riiiight, next you'll tell me your Spider-Man part time." He joked back and I merely shrugged my shoulders. I went to respond but another voice interrupted the conversation.
"How cute, Parker and his boyfriend enjoying a walk." Blonde hair and wearing a Varsity jacket, I assumed this was Flash Thompson. A bully of Peter Parker.
"Flash, just great. Can't you be an idiot somewhere else?" Harry shot back as I remained quiet. I wasn't about to argue with some highschool kid.
"Nah, I wouldn't be making you miserable if I did that, now would I?" Basically just admitting he was an idiot, Harry just shot the jock an annoyed look. Why bullies tended to be so idiotic was beyond me, but Flash got a pass. Seeing as in the future he does more then enough to redeem himself.
"Quit being a dick, Flash. We all know how Peter owned you the last time you annoyed him." And yet another voice cut into the conversation, this time it belonging to a girl. Long blonde hair with bangs with a black hairband atop and brilliant blue eye's.
"Tch, Parker got lucky." Clicking his tounge he merely shot an annoyed look at her before he began walking. Purposely pushing past me as he walked on.
"What a dick. You'd think he'd be more docile after you kicked his ass. By the way thanks for the save, Gwen. Not that we needed it." Harry adressed who I had long since identified as Gwen Stacy.
"Yeah, Yeah, Happy to help and all that. But more importantly where were you yesterday Pete? Not like you to up and ditch school." Asking the same question Harry did I deceided to test something.
"Y'know busy living my second life as Spider-Man." I said with a shrug. Gwen only rose an eyebrow before tilting her head slightly.
"Haha, very funny Pete. But you actually gonna give a serious answer?" She didn't give any noticeable reactions so I assume she was just normal Gwen and not Spider-Gwen.
"Just felt a bit under the weather yesterday, it's no big deal."
"You missing a day cause you were sick? I think the world might be einding." Harry joked.
"Shouldn't you stay home longer then? If you're not feeling well then you shouldn't come to school, I can just borrow you some of my notes if you're worried about missing out on work." Gwen suggested but I just shook my head,
"I'm fine, it's not such a big deal." I waved my hand dismissively as she merley rose an eyebrow.
"Well...if you say so. But I'll see you later I got maths for first period." Giving a small wave she walked away, soon disappearing from our view.
Harry intently watched her retreating figure as he spoke up.
"On a scale from 1 to 10, how would you rate Gwen?" He suddenly asked. And I didn't quite wanna answer, sure I was physically a highschool kid but mentally I was still an adult, well I was only 19 before so maybe not so old.
"What's with the question, you got the hots for her or something?"
"Nah, just wanted to hear what you thought about her, I think she might have a thing for you." He answered back and I just gave him a laugh.
"I doubt that." Course I didn't actually, Gwen was crushing on Peter in the comics. But he didn't notice her advances cause at the time Aunt May was sick and like a chad that took more priority for him. But still, highschool life might be more troublesome than I thought.
A/N:This was just a little slice lf life chapter, some action will be coming in the next chapter. Again sorry for any spelling mistakes and thanks for reading.