Guys! I'm so sorry! Everything in my life has been crazy! Between my University and problems with my social life, I haven't had much time. I'm so sorry. Hope you guys like this chapter and I'm going to try to get the next chapter out there ASAP!

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P.S. I DO NOT OWN SPIDER-MAN OR ROMEO AND JULIET

Chapter 8 : Give Me Love Like Never Before

I woke up with this gut wrenching feeling in my stomach and I could feel all the warmth in my face disappear. I was afraid that once I stood up, I'd fall right back down into the bed and faint. Why was I getting nervous over some guy? It's not like we were going on a date. Just a little dinner at his place with his aunt.

Sure, Peter was nice and sweet and I knew when he complimented me I knew he meant it unlike Noah. Noah would have his charming moments but when it came to my singing or dancing, Noah wasn't all for it and never really gave me the confidence to pursue in it.

I let out a sigh as I rolled out of bed and checked the time on my phone before going to my dresser to grab my clothes. After I got ready in the bathroom and then went to the kitchen where I saw a brown paper beg sitting on the kitchen counter with a note beside it. I walked up to the kitchen counter and read the note on it.

Annabelle,

Here's your lunch and there's some money for tonight if you need a ride home. Have fun!

Ashley

I let out a groan as I tossed the paper on the table and snatched the paper bag into my hand and went into the kitchen to grab a granola bar before making my way out the door for school.

I got to the school and just as I took a step through the door, I heard someone call me.

"Annabelle!" I turned and a smile fell upon my face as I saw Peter on his skateboard coming towards me with a smile on his face as well.

"Hey Pete" I said to Pete as he jumped off his board and swung it over his shoulder and looked at me.

"Hey Anna," he said. I was kind of taken back by the nickname. "Still on for tonight?"

"Oh yeah," I said with a nod. "Won't miss it"

Peter smiled as he rubbed the back of his neck like he always did awkwardly.

"I'll meet you in front of the school at the end of the day and we'll be off"

I smiled.

"Sounds great"

He then backed away and gestured down the hallway.

"To English, my lady" he said with a smile.

A giggle escaped my lips as I started walking down the hallway.

"Thank you good sir" I said when Peter started walking down the hallway beside me.

After the last bell, I rushed to the front of the school to see Peter leaning against the wall of the school. I looked at him, with a surprised look on my face, as I walked up to him.

"Wow," was the first thing that came out of my mouth. "You got here fast"

Peter gave me that famous smile of us as he held his board behind him back.

"I'm a fast walker," he then stepped aside. "After you" he said as he gestured to the open space in front of me.

I smiled as I gave him a curtsy.

"Why thank you, kind sir" I said with a smile as I lead the way.

Peter jumped onto his board and started rolling slowly beside me as we walked down the street. Half way through our 'journey', which mainly consist of constant laughs and giggles and me continuously pestering Peter questions, I came to the subject about his skateboard.

"Have you ever fallen off there?" I asked as I stared down at the board he pushed off on with his feet.

Peter smiled as adjusted the backpack that hanged on his left shoulder.

"Lots of times. More at first but I kept pushing myself and eventually, I finally got the hang of it. I mean, I still do fall off sometimes because mostly I'm not paying attention," I let out a giggle. "But it's not as bad"

"I've always wanted to try it" I said, now looking ahead with my hands in my jacket pocket.

Out of the corner of my eye, Peter gave me that look like I'd just ate a puppy.

"You've-You've never been on a skate board?" He asked with his eyes popped out of his sockets.

"Well...no. Not a lot of people skateboard in Roseboro and the closest thing to a skateboard I've been on was a surfboard and that failed miserably"

Peter let out a laugh before jumping off his board. He stepped on the end of the board, making int flip in the air, before catching it with his hand.

"Let's try it" he said as he passed the board to me.

I started a down at the board like it was an alien before looking back up at Peter.

"What?" I asked is disbelief. He smiled at me, again.

"Try it"

"No. I can't. I'll fall"

Peter laughed, again, and dropped the board on the ground.

"I'll help you"

"But-"

Before I could even protest, Peter already grabbed me by the shoulders and hoisted me up on the board. I immediately wrapped my arms around Peter's shoulders, holding on for dear life, as my feet wobbled on the board.

"Peter! I can't do this!"

"Annabelle," he pulled me back so that I was looking back into those chocolate brown eyes of his. God, those eyes could just make me melt. "I promise, I won't let you fall"

I believe him. I knew I could. God, there was just something about him that I knew that he kept to his word. I let out a sigh and nodded and I hanged onto his shoulders. I looked down at my feet on my board as I could feel Peter, whose hands were around my waist, start to push me in the direction of his house.

"Don't look down," Peter said as he, quickly, grabbed my chin making me look back up to those gorgeous eyes of his. "Now push with your leg"

"What?" I asked as I looked at him like he was crazy. He smiled as he adjusted his body.

"It's ok, Annabelle. You won't die if you put one leg down"

I hesitated for a second before slowly letting my right foot touch the ground and pushed off as fast as I could so I could put my leg back on the board. That's when I felt something left my waist. I looked back and saw Peter stand there with a smile as I moved further and further away from him. Wait...as I moved further away? I looked down and saw me standing on the board and noticed I was skateboarding down the street. I was riding as skateboard. I, Annabelle Jamison was riding a freakin' skate board.

"Oh my gosh!" I yelled back to Peter as I still looked ahead of me. "I'm doing it!"

I let out a laugh before I noticed.

"How am I suppose to stop this thing?!" I called back.

"Put you're foot down!" He called back to me.

"I don't think that's possible!" I said as I felt my feet freeze on sight.

I was bound to fall if I did that but I was bound to fall if I didn't. This was not going to end now.

"Pete!" I called back as I could see myself falling any second. Then, I could see it. A garbage can right in the middle of my path. I could see myself hitting the garbage can and flipping over it causing this fun experience to end in broken bones and tears. I didn't want to see this so I closed my eyes, waiting for the impact.

I waited until I felt my felt the ground beneath me stop moving, something warm wrap around my arms and my face buried into something soft. I inhaled that familiar scent of men's body spray that I missed and adored so much. I don't know why, but every time I smelt that on Noah when we were together, I'd feel my legs loosen a bit.

I opened my eyes slowly and lifted my head to look up into Peter's eyes. He smiled as he still held a good firm around my waist.

"See I told you I wouldn't let you fall"

I looked down where the garbage can was and saw the skateboard sit beside it like it was always there. I then looked back up at Peter.

"Thank you" I said, really meaning it.

"No problem"

I then backed away and Peter let go of my waist.

"We should go" I said as I gestured down the street.

Peter let out a low chuckle.

"Yeah, Aunt May will kill us if we're late for dinner" he said before quickly running down the street to grab his board.

I let out a sigh before following him down the street. Don't even think about it, Annabelle.

Peter and I came up to this two story, white, building. Peter opened the metal gate for me and I walked threw before Peter walked ahead of me and opened the front door and I followed.

"Aunt May!" Peter called as he slowly took off his jacket. "We're here!"

"Ok Pete!" I heard a lady's voice call back. It had a sort of...elderly tone to it. How old was Peter's aunt?"

I was pulled out of thought when I felt a tug on the back of my jacket. I turned around to look at Peter who had his hand on my shoulder as he pulled my jacket a big.

"I'll take your jacket" he said, softly.

I smiled.

"Thanks," I said as I pulled my arms out of the sleeves of my jacket. "What a gentleman" I said, jokingly, as he put my jacket on one of the hooks that were on the wall beside the front door.

"My Aunt May did raise me to be the best" he said as he started walking into was I suppose was to be the living room and then into the dining area. I followed after him as he continued into what I guess was the kitchen. In there, I saw the back of a small lady with dark hair with a little bit of grey spots. She was standing in front of the sink, washing some dishes.

"Hey, Aunt May," Peter said as he walked up to the lady and kissed her on the cheek. He then looked up at me. "I want to introduce you to somebody"
he said as he gestured to me.

The lady then turned around and faced me and I could now see her brown eyes, hidden away by her wrinkled face. She gave me a warm smile as she took a couple steps towards me. Peter still stood behind her by the sink.

"Hello," she said with a smile as she reached out of my right hand and grabbed a good hold of it. "You must be Annabelle. I'm May Parker"

I gave her a warm smile as I took my left hand and placed it on top of her soft hand.

"Hello Mrs. Parker. Its nice to meet you"

"Oh please! Mrs. Parker was my mother-in-laws name. Call me Aunt May, everyone does," she then turned her head around to took at Peter. "She's a pretty one, Pete"

I gave Peter a questionable look as his face turned red.

"Aunt May" Peter said.

"I can see why you talk about her so much,"

Peter looked at her like he was about to kill her right then, right now.

"Why don't you two sit down," she said as she started pushing me to one of the chairs beside. Aunt May then turned to Peter. "The man of the house can sit at the end of the table"

Peter let out a sigh as he walked to the end of the table, which was right beside me.

"Aunt May," he said as he sat in the chair. "This isn't 1974" he ended it with a smile.

Aunt May threw he arms to the side of her hips as she glared at him.

"I'm not that old!" She said before walking over to the kitchen. "I may be 55, Peter Parker, but I'm still young for my age"

"Not in this day of age" Peter whispered to me before an oven glove hit the back of his hed.

"I heard that!"

Aunt May then came back with a big dish of lasagna.

"I hope you like lasagna, Annabelle" she said as she placed it in the middle of the table.

"Are you kidding?" I asked as i stared at the steaming hot dish. "I love it"

A big smile then formed on Aunt May's face.

"Good, then dish up and take as much as you want" she said as she cut me piece and placed it on my plate. She then did Peter next and then cut a piece for herself.

"So, Annabelle," Aunt May said as she placed her fork in her lasagna. "Peter says you're new this year"

"Yes," I said as I finished chewing a piece of mine. "I just moved her from Roseboro"

"And that's where?"

"North Carolina. It was a big change from New York"

"Do you have any siblings?"

"I have an older sister. She's going to the University of North Carolina so I won't get to see her for a while"

"And you're parents feel safe with her being there by herself?"

"Yeah, my dad and step-mom believe she'll be ok"

"Oh, you live with your dad and step-mother?"

"Yeah"

"And what do they do for a living?"

"My dad, actually, just got a promotion and is now the Chief of Police. That's why we're here and my step-mom is an art director"

"And you're mother? Where is she?"

I hesitated for a second. Wondering how I was going to see it. I looked over at Peter who saw my hesitation. I cleared my throat before looking into Aunt May's questionable eyes.

"Um," I let out before answering her question. "My-My mom passed away three years ago"

Aunt May immediately dropped her fork as she placed her hands over her heard and had this look on her face like she was guilty of something.

"Oh my goodness," she said. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know"

"No, its fine," Aunt May still gave me that worried look. "Really, its ok" I said as I took a bite of my meal.

"I'm sorry about Aunt May," Peter said as we walked up the stair with my bag wrapped around my shoulder. "I know she likes to pester people with questions"

I let out a little laugh.

"It's ok," I said. "I like your aunt. She's sweet"

Peter smiled as he opened one of the doors of the hallway and gestured me to go in. I walked into the room and saw a bed, a dresser, a computer desk with a computer on it and a shelf of skateboard.

"I'm going to take a wild guess that this is your room?" I asked as I turned around to look at Peter. He was just closing the door behind him.

"You're good" he said with a smile as he sat on the computer desk chair.

He gestured to the bed in front of me, telling me to sit. I stared at the bed for a second before I pulled my purse off my shoulder and took a seat on the bed, feeling my hand on the soft sheets on top. Peter and I sat there in awkward silence before I broke it when I started pulling out my playbook from my purse.

"Since we're here," I said. "Maybe we can go through some lines for class" I said as I held up my playbook and showed him the cover.

Peter nodded in agreement as he rolled his chair around and pulled his playbook out from under a pile of other books. I smiled at him as he turned back around and looked at me suspiciously.

"What?" He asked.

"I see you haven't been reciting your lines, Mr. Parker" I said, trying to imitate Mr. Adams' accent.

Peter let out a chuckle as he flipped through the pages.

"I've been kind of busy"

"Doing what?"

Peter looked up at me, with a stern look, for a second but then shook his head and looked back down at the book in his hands and stared flipping through some more.

"Just been busy with some...work"

I ignored what he did and looked down at my playbook. I let out a sigh before I stated talking.

"So," I said as I flipped through the book. "Where should we start off?"

"I don't know," I could see Peter shrug his shoulders. "You pick"

I read a couple lines before I found my favorite part. I smiled at the page before I smiled at Peter.

"How about this page?" I asked, showing him the page.

Peter peered his head over and nodded.

"Sounds great"

I pulled the book back and read over the lines a bit before I cleared my throat and started reading the lines.

"Do not swear at all. Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee" I said my lines.

Peter adjusted himself in his head before he stared reading his lines.

"If my heart's dear love-" he read his.

"Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be. Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest. Come to thy heart as that within my breast!"

"O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?"

"What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?"

"The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine."

"I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: And yet I would it were to give again."

"Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?"

"But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite"

I then felt my eyes open wide. I can't believe I forgot this part. I now remembered why this was my favorite part of the play. Romeo and Juliet have to kiss in this scene. My wide open eyes then looked up at Peter had we looked at me funny. He to was a little shocked. He stared at me for a second before a smile broke across his face.

"So...what are we going to do?" he asked as he kept starting between me and the page.

"I...uh," I said as I tucked a stand of hair behind my ear. "I don't...know and Mr. Adams wants us to read and do everything the book tells us to do" I said as i read over the lines over and over again.

"So...should we," I looked back up at Peter, who was scratching the back of his neck like he always did in his cute way. Stop it, Annabelle! "
Should we...recite it?"

I stared at Peter for a second and zone out of thought. Mr. Adams is grading us on it and he would get a little upset if we didn't do everything the play told us to do.

"Um...alright" I said to Peter, coming back into reality.

I saw a small smile form on Peter's lips as he moves a little closer to and I moved a little closer to him. Then we started inching closer and closer to each other. Oh god, I couldn't believe this was happening. We inched our lips closer and closer to each other before I could feel Peter's breath hit my soft skin. That's when I froze. I couldn't do this! I wasn't ready! I mean, I liked Peter. I really did but what if we did this and my heart only got broken again and I like Peter as a friend. He's becoming a very good friend of mine and probity the only person I really trusted right now. I didn't want to ruin our friendship by this one kiss.

I quickly pulled back and Peter stopped. It was like he sense that I wasn't there. My eyes opened wide as I put my hands over my mouth, stopping me. Peter stared at me in fear as I froze on his bed.

"What's wrong?"

"I have to go" I blurted out as I stuffed my playbook into my bag and jumped off the bed and then quickly ran out the door and down the stairs.

"Wait, Annabelle!" Peter called out after me as I could hear his footsteps follow after mine.

"It's not you," I said, grabbing my jacket off the hook and throwing it on me. "It's me"

I looked at him for a second and opened the front door and ran out down the porch steps and down the street, making a break for it for home. What the hell were you thinking Annabelle?