Just Another Day in the Life of Peter Parker

You Belong With Me {Spideychelle}

MJ sat in her room, 'Blitzkrieg Bop' blasting through her headphones while she finished off her homework. At some point, she had turned on her lamp, but she couldn't remember how long ago that was. The light spilt across her desk, running up her walls and dripping from the ceiling, illuminating her messy bed and the books strewn across every surface. She pushed one of her numerous sketchbooks off her math book and wedged her homework under the cover. The curtain was still open, revealing the dark apartment building next door, where he was pacing around his room, pinching the bridge of his nose as someone lectured him on the other end. MJ opened her window a crack, hoping to catch a glimpse of his conversation.

"Look, I'm sorry I couldn't make it to practice this afternoon, I was really busy and I- I didn't have time." Peter sunk onto his bed, sighing. "Yeah, I know, I know. I'm trying, it's just-" The other person cut him off, shouting something before hanging up. MJ watched as Peter stared at his phone in disbelief before sinking to the floor in defeat. She shook her head. Seriously, Peter needed to break up with Liz. There were so many problems with their relationship; it was a wonder that they could still have a somewhat civilized conversation. Mostly.

MJ looked at her wall, studying the drawings that shielded the dark paint from shining through. Hey, she couldn't help drawing him. He was so cute, with his smile and curly locks that hid his soft, hazel eyes... eyes that she wished would notice her own boring and plain brown ones. But no, who would notice her when there were girls like Liz? Girls who wore short skirts and pumps, not old band t-shirts and worn converse high-tops.

She sighed, switching her contacts for her glasses and walking out for dinner,

    

Why was football so boring? And loud? And crowded? One could hardly even hear themselves think due to the noise and rampaging. Someone bumped MJ for the 139th time and she scowled, curling up as small as her lanky, five-foot-ten self could muster. She looked up from her books, watching as the cheerleaders rallied and tumbled on the side of the field. Of course, Liz was the centre of it all, being cheer captain and all. But there was something about her smile that seemed so obviously fake. Michelle kept on watching, smirking slightly when the cheerleader's beam slipped for a second to reveal her frustration. Someone's mad. MJ went back to her book but was rudely interrupted when someone screeched down her ear. "Oh my gosh!" She stood up, ordering people to move out of her way so she could be free from this horrendous mess. She needed some peace and quiet.

MJ walked back into the school, roaming the empty halls mindlessly. She found herself drawn to the labs, where she found Peter finishing off an experiment. She watched him for a little while, slouching against the doorframe. "Hey, dork."

Peter looked up. "Oh, hey MJ," he said, pulling the goggles onto the top of his head. He studied the test tube, scribbling down an observation as MJ walked over.

"Aren't you supposed to wear those on your eyes?" she asked, tapping the goggles.

"Probably. But when do I ever follow the rules of the science labs?" He put the tube down, giving her a playful grin.

MJ tutted. "You're going to get detention for that, Mr Parker."

"Oh well, another excuse to not deal with social interactions." He dusted his hands, slipping his homework into his book and began clearing away the equipment.

"So." MJ leant on the bench, watching him from behind her fringe. "You're not going to watch the game? I think Liz is cheering."

Peter's entire demeanour changed. He sighed, running a calloused hand through his hair. "Yeah... yeah she is. She wanted me to watch, but I got homework and stuff to catch up on, so." He shrugged, continuing with his cleaning. "Guess I'll get another lecture on how to be a good boyfriend."