Make Way for the Spiders

Nine

-_-_-PETER'S POV-_-_- 

I knew that I would see her again tomorrow, but I just couldn't stand the fact that Spiderman gets to spend more time with her than I do. 

Wait, what am I saying? I am Spiderman. We're the same person. But Rayne doesn't know that. And she wouldn't - couldn't - know that. It's like what Gwen and I were talking about earlier. 

Gwen was upset. Why, I didn't know, but she was. She accused me of telling Rayne my secret after only knowing her a week, but who was she to say? I told her on our first kind-of-ish date. And after what happened a month ago, I will never tell anyone, ever again. I refuse to. I don't want to put anyone at risk, ever again. 

I walked down the street after walking Rayne to her apartment building. I whistled as I walked, my hands stuffed in my pockets. I had asked Rayne to go to the movies with me. We were seeing some scary movie that I forgot the name of. When I had asked her, she had faltered a bit, but seemed excited enough to go. 

I was going to pick her up at her apartment, and we were going to walk to the theater at six. The movie didn't start until six thirty, but we agreed that it would give us enough time to find seats, and get popcorn and other stuff. 

I couldn't wait. 

-_-_-RAYNE'S POV-_-_- 

"A horror movie?" Mom asked when she got home. 

I had told her that Peter had asked me to the movies, and when we were leaving. When she asked what movie we were going to see, I had to rack my brain for the title. 

"I didn't know it was a horror movie at the time!" I defended. "'Mama' doesn't sound like a scary movie title to me." 

Mom gave me a look that said 'seriously?', and shook her head. "Why didn't you tell him that you can't stand horror movies?" 

"Because he looked really excited to see the movie, and I had already agreed," I told her. "And after you tell someone that you would see a movie, you can't just back out." 

"Well... at least you have a guy to cling to," Mom teased. "You can leave scars on his arm." 

"I won't leave scars," I grumbled. "Anyway, you'll have to make a sandwich for yourself tonight. I have to get ready." I started walking down the hall, but then stopped, and turned around. "And Mom? Try not to burn the city down." 

Mom glared, and then grabbed the closest thing - a pillow - and threw it at me. 

I swiftly caught it, not even flinching. 

Mom raised her eyebrow, looking at me curiously. "Since when do you have good reflexes?" she asked. 

"Um... I don't know," I stuttered. 

"I bet I know.... when you were working at that lab you must have been exposed to some toxic fumes." Mom laughed, shaking her head. "How else to explain it?" 

I laughed too, although it was much more forced. Before she could say anything else, I escaped to my room to get ready. I didn't do much, just touched up my makeup, and fixed my hair from the long day of school. Looking in the mirror, I decided to change my outfit, so I went through my closet, finding a white tank top, a thin,blue, long sleeved t shirt, and a skirt with blue specks of color on black. I found my black tights, and blue heels, and my outfit was complete. I tucked my shirt in to show off the belt, right as I heard a knock at the door. 

I heard Mom answer the door, and could hear every word she was saying, almost as if she were in the same room. 

"Hello dear, you must be Peter," she said, clear as day.