𝐴𝐿𝐼𝐾𝐸 - Peter Parker

10.

Next thing I know, I'm awakened by something really heavy on top of me, with the sun right on my eyes. I squinted my eyes open and raised my head slightly, to see Peter laying right as he had done last night, where he fell asleep. I let my head fall down in a sigh. I could suddenly feel movement, and Peter raised his head from my chest. "Rue?" he asked, sounding disoriented. 

"Yeah," I replied, and he let his head fall back down. He quickly raised it again realizing what he was doing, and stood up from the couch. I looked up at him, and he certainly looked a little different. I stood up, and looked him up and down. I then lifted his t shirt up, and he quickly pulled it back down. "Chill out, and take a look," I said and pointed down to his stomach. 

"What is it?" he asked and looked down his t shirt. He then slowly lifted it a little revealing the lower part of a perfectly sculpted six pack. "Wow... is that included?" he asked and smiled. 

"Yeah it happened for me too," I said and without hesitation lifted up my t shirt revealing a completely flat stomach with a clear eleven line on it. I let go of the t shirt, and it quickly fell down again. "Wait what time is it?" I then asked, as he was checking himself out. 

"I don't know," he answered, not seeming to care one bit. I looked behind him and onto the clock, that was hanging in the kitchen and showed 07.51. 

"Fuck! Peter we're gonna be late for school!" I yelled, as I ran to the door where my shoes, and jacket were. I rushed the shoes and jacket on, and turned to see no Peter. "Peter come on already!" I yelled, hoping he would come running immediately. 

"I just have to pee!" he yelled from the bathroom. I sighed and leaned up against the door, and checked my my phone. Peter came back out of the bathroom, and started putting on his shoes. "It feels much lighter walking around now," he looked up, while tying his laces. 

"It's kinda lucky we can both run fast now, cause I think we might just make it if we do," I chuckled, just as Peter got up and grabbed his jacket. 

"Let's go then," he uttered and leaned dangerously close to me. I was confused, right until I heard the door open right behind me. I turned and we were out the door. We ran as fast as we could, and made it right at the last second. 

"You're sweaty," Mj whispered, as the teacher started talking. 

"Yeah, I ran," I whispered back, and opened my textbook. "How was your weekend?" I subtly changed the subject.

"It was good, yours?" 

"It was okay," I shrugged and we started pulling out our computers, like the teacher had just asked us to do. She suddenly pinched the t shirt I was wearing acknowledging it. "What? haven't you seen this t shirt before?" I whispered and snickered confused, as she studied it closer. 

"No I have... but not on you," she whispered the end of the sentence, creating a weird vibe around us. 

"I'm sure someone in this world, besides me, has this t shirt," I assured with a smile, and she slowly returned to doing her work. I could tell she knew I had a point, but she also knew I was hiding something. I hadn't told her about Peter, and I wasn't really planning on doing so anytime soon. Believe me I wanted to, but I knew if I did, she would find out about our powers somehow. Of course me and Peter talked in the hallway sometimes, and once we even left school together, to fight someone robbing a bank. Peter had somehow gotten the police radio line, and sometimes listened to it while in class, so that's how he found out. We had just gotten our lunch break, when it was reported, so I guess we were kinda lucky there. Our luck unfortunately turned when the teachers found out we weren't in gym class, and wrote home to our parents. We didn't get grounded, because the school certainly took good care of the punishment. Two. Weeks. Detention. For skipping half a school day, for a very fair reason. Yeah haha Imagine getting punished for saving people... OH WAIT.

"I just figured out where I've seen the t shirt before," Mj whispered out of nowhere, while we were casually taking notes. I stopped writing completely, and turned my head to her. My mind was racing. Her and Peter is on that... math... science team thing. I always forget what it's called, don't judge me okay. 

"Where?" I asked, dreading the answer awfully much. She didn't answer for about five seconds, making me stress more and more for every second that passed. 

"My cousin has it," she answered, now having turned her head to me, smiling. I sighed and gave a weak smile back. That was just horrible Rue. Worst liar in the world, let me give you applause real quick. Clap* Clap* Clap*. There you go. Thank you. 

When I came home, both my parents were there, which was highly unusual. My dad was in his office, and my mom sat at the dinner table, signing some papers, so it wasn't much of a change anyways. "Hey mom," I said, and grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl. No answer. I looked down at her ear, and saw that she had earbuds in. I rolled my eyes and went into my room, maybe smacking the door a little hard behind me. I thought the teenager was the one who was supposed to ignore the parents, and not the other way around. 

I had been out a lot last week, so I decided to take a day off, and just chill in my bed. I changed into some nike pro shorts and a hoodie, and finished it off with my white nike socks warming up my feet. Nothing better. I stayed in my room and watched The Office for nearly four hours, when I heard a small bump on my window. I looked over my laptop, and saw something red and blue moving outside. "Peter?" I mumbled confused, as I closed the laptop, and sat up in the bed. His head then popped up clearly in the window, and he put a hand on the glass, signaling for me to let him in. I rushed up from the bed, and opened up the window, to see him hurt several places on his body. "Peter what the hell happened?!" I exclaimed panicked, as I helped him in. He pulled off his mask, and revealed his lip that was bleeding from a bad cut. He was limping his way to the bed meanwhile having his arm leaning on my shoulder. He laid down and coughed a little. 

"Let's just say I saved people, but made some mistakes along the way," he sighed out, with his eyes closed, and his chest raising and falling in rapid motions. 

"Alright I just need to know, where you're hurt," I said, and closed my window again. Suddenly I heard footsteps outside my door. I threw myself onto my bed, and quickly pushed Peter off the bed, and down onto the floor, on the the side where he wasn't in sight, when you stood in the door. My mom popped her head in. 

"Your dad and I are going on another business trip this week, will you be okay?" she asked, like it was no big deal. I nodded and she closed the door again. No goodbye. I then heard a groan from Peter, and I quickly got up from the bed, and helped him back up. 

"Your mom seems really mean," Peter said, as he adjusted himself in the bed. 

"Both my parents seem to have forgotten about me lately," I shrugged. "Now let me see where you're hurt," I said, and pointed briefly at his body. He pulled off his hoodie and was now bare from the waist up. There was a big cut, right at where his 'pants' started. I folded it down to see it more clearly, and in the corner of my eye, I could see him glance up at me. "That's gonna need stitches," I said and walked out of my room, and into our bathroom. We had a first aid kit under the sink, and I grabbed it and returned to Peter. I put a pillow behind his back, and he pulled himself a little up in the bed, so he was sitting up a smidge more than before. 

"Isn't that gonna sting like crazy?" he asked and pointed at the sanitizing wipe, I was unpacking. It was gonna hurt worse than it already did, but the wound had to be clear of bacteria before it could start healing. 

"Maybe a little," I lied, and he stopped my hand with the wipe, from going to the wound. 

"Rue every time you say 'maybe a little', it's always much more, so thank you. Now I know it's gonna hurt," he said, and blocked the wound a little with his hand. 

"Will you stop your whining," I sighed out and smacked his hand away. 

"Just let me do it then-" he was interrupted by my lips smacking into his both hard and gentle at the same time. 

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Currently 01.33 on a Thursday... So yeah... I'm great.