AN: Hello and welcome back. So this chapter is Jessica going to pay a Parkers a visit. Please enjoy it.

Chapter 7: If I Needed Someone

I stood in front of a house holding the piece of paper to see if it matched the address. It does, so I must be in front of Peter's home. I went up the steps to his porch, it was a nice house. Knocking on the door my heart raced.

An older man answered the door, "Hello, can I help you, young lady?" He smiled at me.

"Peter asked me to stop by for dinner?"

"Oh! You're that girl on his computer," On his computer? What? He stepped to the side, "Come on in. My wife is in the kitchen finishing up dinner.

"I walked inside and stood by the door, "Peter!" He called. I heard thumping around above and finally Peter came downstairs. He looked a little surprised to see me.

"Hey, you came."

"I uhh-changed my mind," I gave a small smile to him. He was at the bottom of the stairs now, "Jessica, this is my Uncle Ben," I turned to shake his hand, "Is it alright if I call you Uncle Ben?"

He chuckled, "Of course. Peter still does. Some of Peter's friends would when they were little. Now they don't seem to stop by as much."

I heard someone else approaching us from another room. It was a woman about the same age as Uncle Ben.

"Who do we have here?" Her voice was sweet.

"Aunt May this is Jessica Drew. I invited her over today," her hand was gentle when we shook, "I'm glad you are here because I did make extra. Should be out in a few moments. Drew? Is your mother Miriam Drew?"

I nodded internally cringing at the name, "Yes, she is."

"I thought so. I met her at a PTA meeting once, but haven't seen her since."

"Well, that's my mom. She figures if she goes to one meeting, she never has to go again."

Uncle Ben nodded, "That's smart. I don't really like going to those meetings."

Aunt May held out her hand, "Sweetie, do you want to take off your jacket?"

I shook my head, "No thank you. This hoodie is my second skin," I smirked. They were a nice family. Genuine and Good at heart. They seem like the kind of family that would take you in and help without asking for anything in return like Gwen's.

We sat at the table having pot roast. I was sitting next to Peter on one side and Uncle Ben and Aunt May were on the other.

"Peter tells us he knows you from calculus, Jessica," I looked up and nodded, "Yeah, he sits next to me. He's ummm the smartest person if not the second smartest person I know."

He stopped for eating for a second. I think he was trying to figure out who number one was. He smiled and continued to eat, he knows.

"Did you ever make up that test?" Peter asked me after a moment. I shook my head, "Uhh, no. I haven't. To be honest I didn't even study for the test."

"No?"

"Nope," I took a bite of my food, "I had to go to the doctor's office when we took notes."

Uncle Ben smiled, "I'm sure Peter has the notes, don't you Pete?"

I looked over to him, he nodded, "Yeah I do. If you want to umm... or-"

"Yeah, sure." He seemed to be nervous when he asked me. I glanced to the adults and I saw them trying not to giggle. This felt like a set up. I'll go along, "Yeah, how about after dinner?"

"Sounds great," he smiled. He looked at his food as if he was hiding away. After dinner I helped collect the dishes and gave them to Aunt May. She took them with this loving look, "Thank you, sweet heart."

Uncle Ben walked into the kitchen, "Peter went upstairs to his room."

"Thank you," I nodded as I left the kitchen I stopped for a second and heard him say, "She's cute."
I smirked to myself at that.
When I walked into Peter's room I saw a lot of books and paper laying around all over the place. He was a bit of a slob, but I guess all great guys are. Peter was on his computer looking up something on Google. I knocked on the doorway causing him to look up.
"Hey, those notes are right here," he shuffled around his desk and grabbed a hand full of papers.
I grabbed them and set them back on the desk, "Thank you, Peter, but I don't really need them. I'm not going to take the test. It will only drop me down to a C plus."
He got a confused face for moment, "Oh."
"I don't care much about my grades," I saw a spider in a small display case, "Cool spider," I walked over to his stereo and looked through his CD's that he had. His eyes followed me, "So what changed your mind to stop by? You seemed miserable at school."
"You said if I needed someone I should go to you," I turned back to him smirking. I found a Ramones CD in the mix and put it in.
"Well what's wrong?"
As I took off my hoodie, I laid down on his bed staring at the ceiling, "My mom told me something last night. That my dad wasn't my real dad."
His face was perplexed but became sorrowful, "I'm sorry. That must have been hard to hear."
"It was. I feel lost."
"Do you know who your real father is?" I shook my head, "No, and I feel she will never tell me."
Peter got up and sat next to me, "I don't really know too much about my parents either. They died when I was just a little kid. I get memories of them here and there, but I never knew the real them, you know? All I know is that they worked for OsCorp."
I quickly sat up, "Your parents worked for OsCorp too?"
"Yours did?" I quickly nodded my head, "My mom told me her and my da-Jonathan use to years ago until he died."
"When did he die?"
"When I was eight umm me and him were driving in the rain and something happened which caused us to crash. He said something to me before he died, but I can't remember too much of it. I hit my head in the accident."
His voice was grief stricken, "I'm so-."
"Yeah, you're sorry. Everyone is when I tell them," I said bitterly. I didn't mean it to sound that way.
"My parents died in a plane accident. I remember everything was crazy before they dropped me off here. Some one broke into our old house and my dad gathered everything related to work."
"That's nuts. You remember that?" He nodded. His voice was hesitant before he spoke, "Do you ever think that these accidents weren't accidents? Like it was planned?"
I suddenly felt triggered agitation at that suggestion, "What are you talking about?"
"Maybe our parents dying was not an accident."
I stood up, "And some how it's all connected?"
"You don't find it odd that it's a coincidence that our parents died around the same time?"
Why am I getting mad at him? I wouldn't just explode on Peter, "You don't find it a little paranoid to be thinking that?" What was that?
"Take it easy. Why are you getting so hostile?" He stood up to try and calm me down. Why am I getting hostile?
"Take it easy? You take it easy! 'Not accidents'. That's stupid." I walked out of his room and downstairs. Where am I going? My feet were walking past his aunt and uncle to go outside.
"Jessica! Stop! I'm sorry it was dumb to say that."
I didn't turn back. I wanted to so bad, but I couldn't. I felt not in control of myself. I went back to my side of town.

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