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Peter jolts up from his bed, landing on the ceiling, he looks around, in his disoriented state, he's confused. His body is hot all over, he feels like he's being cooked in the oven, soft pattering sounds fill the room at the nightly downpour hits his window. He needs fresh air, and he knows it. He drops from the ceiling and lands on his elbow in the most disgraceful way possible "Fuck..." He puts a tank top on and a weathered ski mask from his wrestling days, he's suited up in pajama pants, a dark green tank top and a stringy ski mask. He jumps out of the window and onto the roof that connects to his apartment, the cold rain hits his bare shoulders as he stares up into the sky, his expression is soothed. "Ugh.. what am I doing..." He looks into the distance, it's apparently 12:00, New Years. "Liz... gotta... gotta talk to Liz".
Peter swings towards Liz's dorm on the ESU campus, he knows he shouldn't do this, but he needs some comfort, and that little bit of hope he still has for their relationship keeps his course steady. He's soaked from head-to-toe in rainwater, his drenched clothes cling to his body. He arrives at her dorm's window. First he taps on it lightly, then the soft tapping ends up becoming loud banging and then he eventually just opens the window when he doesn't get a response, again, he knows this is wrong, but he needs this right now. He slowly approaches a sleeping Liz Allen, she looks beautiful in the moonlight that illuminates her room, like a young Angelina Jolie. How did he get this lucky the first time? He whispers not-so-quietly "Liz... Liz... Liz!" The girl jolts up, nearly smacking Peter in the face. "Ss-Sorry! I uhh" Liz wipes her sticky eyes and shoots a familiar glare in the masked Parker's direction. "What the fuck Peter! I told you not to come by anymore!" She throws a pillow at him for good measure. Peter takes off the drenched ski mask "I know... I just needed to see y--" she cuts him off "And you're soaked! The carpets are gonna mildew you idiot!" Peter looks down at his clothes in shame, like a child who's just gotten scolded for breaking glass. "Sorry... I just... I can't... I can't take it anymore" For some reason, Peter doesn't cry like she'd expect him to, he simply stands there, soaking in her face. "I know I should've told you from the start, it's just... The last time I told anyone.. They... They um.. They died. And I was being selfish, and I was a dick, and--" without even realizing it, Liz is close, standing in front of him, she's cupping his cheek ad rubbing near his jaw like she used to, God... her fingers are soft. "It's okay... I shouldn't have snapped at you, I just don't like it when people lie, and I fucking hate it when people I love lie to my face. I was just angry, angry that you didn't trust me enough to tell me right away." Peter nods like he agrees, but deep down he knows he had to lie that he did the right thing. "I don't think we can start where we left off..." At that, Peter instantly lowers his head, "But I do know that we can be friends, start slow, we can rediscover eachother. You can work out your shit, I'll work out mine, but we can do it together, as friends." A ghost of a smile form's on his face. "Yeah, that'd be nice." Liz smiles back "Now go home, you're gonna get sick, I'll call you in the morning."
THE NEXT DAY
ABRUPT.
CRASH!!!
"Christ Bench... Ya' live up to your name. I'm parched, you got some wa--" Hydro-Man sends a title wave of high pressure water Spider-Man's way. "Shut the fuck up! You can't just——" HM lifts Spider-Man up into the air with a flurry of aggravated waves, they topple and scale eachother as Spider-Man grabs onto whatever he can to dodge this almost sentient body of water. "Come on Benchy, we're on Coney Island, you couldn't have picked a better spot for our big battle, Jamie's gonna have a field day — "Masked menace desecrates the beloved Co--" eventually, Hydro-Man lashes out, he sends a zip of water near a massive meat cooler, ridiculously, Spider-Man fineness the enraged H20 based villain Into the cooler and shuts it tight, sealing the seams. "There... cool off a bit." The Webhead zips onto a streetlight, he phones the police, "Boys n' Blue, yeah, you know, the ushe, Coney Island.. meat cooler, water guy." He hangs up and makes his way home, having rekindled at least a bit of a relationship with Liz, high hopes, high hopes.
Hi! This is my first time talking to you guys on here, I'll be working on a star wars project so this will be postponed, I'll leave a date and time so readers in the future will grasp the time people had to wait for me to finish this story.
11:36 PM, Monday, October 9th, 2023.