Chapter four: Spider-Man - Alyn

Peter's POV

"Peter, why do you hang out with me?"

"Because you don't have anyone else to hang out with and neither do I," I reply, leaning forward over the table to see what she's been sketching. It's a bunch a scribbles that I can't figure out.

"Hey, you said you would be alone at your house for two weeks. Do you want to see if you can just lock up your house and shut down the power of it and you just stay in my spare room? My dad is too busy to care and my mom cares too much about my friends so she won't care that you stay and my sister probably won't care."

I sit there before quickly nodding my head and she stands. "Okay, well we should head to your house and get your stuff." I nod again and stand. I grab my bag and we walk to my house.

We walk in and I grab a duffle bag for my close and the first thing I put in is my Spider-Man suit so she doesn't see it. I pack a few tee shirts and pants and another sweatshirt as well as some pairs of boxers and socks and walk into the living room to see Halcyone isn't there.

I drop the duffle bag on the couch and when I turn to go look for her, there's a thud sound from my aunt's room. I run in and use the door frame to stop me as I see her putting a mirror back up to standing on my aunt's dresser and thank goodness it's not broken and she's fine. She stands there before picking up a necklace and staring at it. It's my aunt's rose necklace. She sets it down gently and goes to turn. I jump up and stick to the ceiling and she walks under me. I land down softly and walk up behind her as she puts her shoes back on.

Her house was fun. Her dad was a real joker and her mom was super nice. I didn't see her sister though. I guess she just hid in her room the whole time. After a while, Halcyone grabs my arm and drags me to the spare room. I drop my bag on the bed as she hands me some hangers. I toss them on the bed as well but when I turn back, she's not there. I shrug and pull off my dirty, blue sweatshirt. I walk out of the room as she walks out of her's.

She's wearing a Harley Davidson 2007 tee shirt and pink and yellow shorts. She hair isn't in that ponytail and she walks right past me.

"Mom! Where's the sewing stuff?!"

She shouts, leaning over the stair railing. Her mom answers back and she runs down the stairs.

I hear a beeping noise from her room and I peek in to see a red, flashing light on the bed which I guess is her pager she always has.

Since I already poked my head in, I look around. Her room is covered in anime poster, plushies of animals and people, Star Wars figures and drawings. Her bed in messed up and has a wolf blanket, a Winnie the Pooh blanket and many others and she has a bunch of pillows. Her closet is open and colorful clothes are exploding from it. She has a desk that is painted so it looks like someone puked rainbows on it then poorly tried to paint over it with black and has papers and artist tools all over it.

I turn away, before I get any more confused why she looks like a snotty rich kid at school but at home, she dresses like a normal teenager and has such an amazing room, and she's standing there, looking at me stunned as she holds a box before walking into her room and shutting the door In my face.

Her door is like her room. Colorful with black with "Alyn" in a mix of cursive and graffiti writing across it. I shrug before notice to the other side of me is the bathroom and I walk in. I need a shower after today's gym class. And I'm sure they won't mind.