"Why are you covered in mud?"
Peter glanced down at his body, and flushed bright red.
Oh my god! You idiot!
"Uh well," Peter laughed nervously "I was out and about and—"
"Oh, okay. Where have you been, Peter? You haven't been at school."
"Oh, I'm working on a grant for Tony Stark."
"Tony Stark? Like, the leader of the Avengers?"
"Well, yeah. I guess you could say that."
"Wow, that's pretty cool!"
'Uh, so . . . um, Mary Jane. Why're you here? I don't mean to be rude or anything but—"
"Uh, aren't we friends, Peter?"
"Um, well . . . You've only actually ever talked to me four times. Twice to say hello, once to say I had peanut butter on my teeth, and then once to say my socks weren't matching. Oh wait, you once told me to get a life so I guess that makes it five times. Based on that, I don't really think we qualify as—"
Mary Jane stepped forward, and placed her hands on Peter's face. She gently brushed away some of the mud that had splashed on his face, which prompted a slow smile to spread across his face.
"Uh, what're you do—"
He was cut off by Mary Jane's lips being pressed to his.
Peter wasn't really sure what to do. Sure, he'd imagined this scenario maybe a gazillion times in his head, but now that it was finally here, everything he thought up promptly flew out the window. He trembled, and slowly wrapped his arms around her waist. She giggled nervously, and then pressed another kiss to his mouth. Peter sighed.
The funny thing is that he thought she was perfect, but now that she was up close, smiling, and kissing him, everything he thought about her before vanished. This Mary Jane was better than he possibly imagined . . . Elegant, passionate, happy, and well . . . stunning. Mary Jane rested her head on his chest, and the faint scent of her perfume wafted up to his nose.
I could do this all day . . .
"Uh, so . . . ." Peter mumbled, wrapping his arms around her even tighter.
"Hmmm?" Mary Jan replied.
Peter's heart was racing at the speed of light, and he was pretty sure Mary Jane could tell. After all, they were cuddling . . . something which Peter wasn't particularly use to.
"Uh, Mary Jane?"
She looked up at him, and slowly backed out of his grasp. Peter immediately regretted speaking, now that their perfect was gone. He ran his fingers through his hair, and a cheesy, looney smile spread across his face.
"What?"
"Um, well—you see—I wasn't really—y'know—"
Mary Jane nodded, and glanced down at her sweatshirt, which now had an enormous stain on the front from where Peter's dirty shirt had touched hers.
"I'm surprised. You're a better kisser than I thought, Peter."
"Oh um . . . thank you?"
Mary Jane cocked an eyebrow at him, and the smile quickly disappeared from his face. She turned towards the door, and started to walk out.
"Hey! You—you can't just do that! You were the one that kissed me first and not the other way around!"
Mary Jane crossed her arms.
How fickle is woman?
"Yeah. So?"
"Um—well—I guess I was wondering—uh—why?"
"Why?" Mary Jane repeated, a look of disbelief crossing her face.
"Yeah. Why?" Peter repeated.
Mary Jane sighed dramatically, and crossed her arms.
"Peter, you are seriously the most clueless boy I've ever met!"
"I'm sorry?"
Mary Jane smirked.
"Damn it! Why do you have to be so cute though?"
With that, Mary Jane strode up to him, gently placed her hands on his waist, and kissed him again. Peter's eyes fluttered close, as he slowly started to kiss her back. Placing his hands on her cheek, he prayed that this moment wouldn't end so quickly like last time. Sadly, Mary Jane pulled her soft lips away from his, and laughed. An enormous smile spread across her face, and she covered her mouth, trying to suppress the giggles. Peter blushed tomato red.
Oh my god! Am I the worst kisser in the world? But she said I was good before. I don't—I don't get it!
"Come on," she finally said, grabbing his hand.
He took her hand willingly, and she led them over to his couch. They both sat down, and Mary Jane cuddled up close to him. She closed her eyes contentedly as Peter wrapped an arm around her waist. He closed his eyes also, pleading silently that he could stay like this forever.
Two Hours Later . . .
Aunt May was still not back from visiting Uncle Ben. This didn't surprise Peter, for Aunt May would often disappear for hours when going to see Uncle Ben's grave. Now, Mary Jane was on his lap, leaning back onto his chest. As she ran her fingers over his hand, a small smile crept across her face. Peter stared at her with wonder, trying to figure out how someone could be as beautiful as her.
"Why don't you where glasses anymore?" she suddenly asked, turning around the face him "Did you get contacts?"
Peter panicked inwardly for a brief second, wondering if lying to Mary Jane would be that great if an idea. Then again, he lied to Aunt May about all sorts of things.
"I didn't think you'd notice."
"Of course I did!" She giggled "A lot of the girls did!"
"Wh—What?"
"You suddenly showed up one day and you were completely different. You got rid of the glasses, you sat up taller, and gained all this confidence. You were—sexy."
Sexy? ME?
"Was it because of the parkour?"
"The parkour?"
"Yeah, Harry said you started doing parkour."
"Oh—um—yeah. It's a lot of fun actually."
"Cool."
She laced her fingers with his, and ran her thumb gently over his hand.
"You also stood up to Flash, something that some people—well—were too scared to do."
"Um, I always wanted to be able to help the little guy."
She grinned.
"I can't believe I used to date him," she muttered shaking her head "He wasn't a gentleman, like you."
She raised an eyebrow coyly, making Peter's heart flutter. She leaned in, and placed a slow, searing kiss on his mouth.
Suddenly, the door behind them swung open, and Peter whirled around, half-expecting to see Aunt May.
"Peter, what the hell?"
Standing in the doorway stood Gwen.
Gwen and Peter had been friends for longer than either of them could remember. Gwen, Peter, and Harry Osbourne use to be the three musketeers, but when Harry decided to leave the group, it was narrowed down to just Gwen and Peter. They spent hours together, watching movies, talking, and playing video games. However, Peter didn't realize that Gwen had been crushing on him since, well, day one of their friendship. Gwen dropped all sorts of hints, but Peter, being the oblivious boy when it came to girls, like usual, didn't seem to notice. Gwen was so obvious that even Uncle Ben and Aunt May noticed it, but decided not to say anything about it to their nephew.
It was hard for Gwen, especially since Peter would drone on about Mary Jane for hours and hours at a time. The perky blonde would bear it all, however, because that's what love is about, right?
Gwen started breathing heavily, glaring daggers at Mary Jane, who was still perched on Peter's lap. Her lip started to tremble, and tears started pooling in her eyes. She never thought something like this would happen because when did the pretty, popular girl ever fall for the geeky nerd that fixed computers and accidentally built atomic bombs (yes, Peter had told her about that incident.)
"Gwen!" Peter exclaimed, trying to figure out why she looked on the verge of tears.
"Hi," Mary Jane said, smiling brightly.
She assumed that the pair had been dating, but during the two hours they had lounged on the couch, Peter had informed her that he wasn't dating. To her, Gwen was probably his ex, and she had a very strict policy concerning ex-girlfriends. Treat them with resect unless they get jealous. If they get jealous, defend your man from the crazy ex with everything you got.
Mary Jane slid off Peter's lap, and walked over to Gwen, extending a hand. Peter watched the scene go down, unsure of what the outcome would be. He was appalled when Gwen refused to take Mary Jane's hand and shake it like a respectable person.
"Gwen, what's wrong?" he asked, standing up.
"YOU ARE THE STUPIEDEST PERSON I HAVE EVER SEEN!"
Mary Jane glanced at Peter, who was staring at Gwen with confusion. Gwen balled her first up, her fingers starting to turn white.
"Don't tell me about your 4.0 IQ or how you can build computers! You're still a dumbass!"
"Uh, Gwen? Can you—err—Gwen, please don't cry!"
Gwen, at this point, had tears streaming down her face.
"How could you? Uncle Ben died today!"
"You uncle died?" Mary Jane asked, taking Peter's hand in hers.
"This is the one year anniversary of him dying actually. It's okay, I promise. Gwen, why are you mad. I don't get it!"
Gwen stormed over until she was standing right in his face. Wisps of blonde hair clung to her cheek from the sticky tears that had been pouring down her face.
"For years, Parker. I have been throwing myself at you and you didn't even care and now you're kissing that little slut and every second I've—"
"She's not a slut," Peter yelled back "And no, you weren't throwing yourself at me or anyone! You told me you didn't like anyone!"
"People can lie, Peter," Gwen whispered angrily, jutting her chin out.
"Okaaaayyyyy," Mary Jane finally said as she stepped between Peter and Gwen "There has obviously been a very large misunderstanding here, so maybe you should just go home and calm down."
"So you can have a little more privacy for your make out sessions?"
"THAT'S IT!" Mary Jane finally yelled, throwing her hands up into the hair.
Gwen snarled, and lunged at Mary Jane, who threw up her hands in defense. The next thing Peter knew, Gwen had slapped Mary Jane on the face. A red mark from where she had been hit showed up on Mary Jane's face.
"YOU LITTLE—"
"OKAY GUYS STOP!" Peter finally yelled.
He desperately wanted them to get along, and even though Gwen's revelation threw him off course a little bit, she was still his best friend. He also liked Mary Jane, like, a lot. If Mary Jane decided to take back everything that happened today because of Gwen, he'd be pissed.
Both Gwen and Mary Jane stopped yelling, and turned to Peter. Gwen's eyes gleamed with animalistic anger, and Mary Jane's face was still red from Gwen's blow. Peter bit his lip, fumbling with words in his head.
"Gwen, look here. You're my best friend and I want you to stay my best friend, but you should have told me sooner. I—I know it's scary, but still. I would've been more careful. I'm really really sorry Gwen."
Gwen shrugged. Peter could see that her pride was keeping her from throwing herself on the floor and crying . . . After all, he knew Gwen well. He turned to Mary Jane, who had her hand up on her cheek.
"Do you, uh, want some ice?"
Mary Jane shook her head and smiled weakly.
"It doesn't really hurt anymore," she said softly.
"Uh, Mary Jane. I like you a lot, which you probably picked up on somewhat when we were—okay, the thing is—well—Gwen is my best friend and you've got to be okay with that. I don't want you guys to fight or hit each other or do anything that will—uh—endanger you."
Mary Jane nodded slowly. Gwen sighed, and walked out the door. A long groan escaped Peter's lips, and he walked back over to his couch and slumped down.
"Soooo," Mary Jane finally said "You never dated Gwen?"
"No."
"Oh, I see."
Mary Jane wrapped her arms around her shoulders as if she was cold.
"Peter, you're still covered in mud, you know?"
Peter yelled, and jumped up off the couch. As the stared at the couch, Mary Jane started to laugh.
"You got mud everywhere!"
"That was probably from when we were . . . y'know?"
Mary Jane started bending over laughing, her red hair falling around her neck.
"You should probably change, sweetheart."
Sweetheart.
"Um, Mary Jane. You know I'm going to have to go back to work on my grant, do you?"
Mary Jane stopped laughing, and stood up straight. She looked crestfallen, which made Peter run over to her and give her a hug.
"I'll visit you, MJ. And you can come visit me! I'll introduce you to Tony Stark and the Black Widow and all those people! That'll be cool, right?"
She nodded, sniffling a little bit. She pulled a tissue out of her sweatshirt's pocket, and blew her nose.
"You'll be okay?"
"Of course I will, Peter. I'll miss you though."
He looked down at his hands, and sighed miserably. Mary Jane gently placed a finger under his chin, and made him look her in the eye. She kissed him quickly.
"Got ya," she said faintly.
With that, she walked out the door. Peter closed his eyes, thinking back on everything that had happened. Mary Jane, the girl he'd worshipped all throughout middle school and high school liked him and kissed him and was sad that he had to go. He promised himself he'd call her when he got back to the Avenger Complex (he'd bribed Harry for Mary Jane's number last year, so calling her wouldn't be an issue.)
"Hi Peter."
Aunt May walked through the door, holding a bag of takeout.
"Did you get spring rolls?" Peter question hungrily.
"You know I did!"
Aunt May seemed a little sad but hopeful. He thought back to the time Tony had told him his Aunt was attractive, but once the idea crossed into his head, he abruptly pushed it out.
They ate their dinner in silence since neither of them had much to say. Peter didn't want to bother her, especially when she was so upset. Uncle Ben's death had been hard on her, and Peter didn't want to rip any scars open by an untactful statement.
When he finished, he went up to his room and flopped down on his bed. As he stared up at the ceiling, he smiled. He'd gotten to talk to Captain freaking America, which made him feel brave enough to stand up to Tony. Then, there was MJ. Although Gwen's confession threw him off course and made him sad, knowing MJ liked him was one of the most beautiful feelings in the world.
Despite himself, he was happy.
Mainly because he could still feel Mary Jane's lips on his.
Hey Guys, thanks for reading this chapter. I just want to put something out there . . . . I stink at writing anything romantic. It always turns out cheesy. Since having Mary Jane and Gwen come into the story was a popular request, I decided to give it a try.
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