1 Week Later
Someone give me some paper
Someone give me some crayonsI'm arguing with Peter on the phone, he might be smart, but he can be such an idiot sometimes, I swear to God.
"No. It's not possible. I refuse to believe it," Peter says.
"Refuse all you want, it won't change anything," I tell him, rolling my eyes.
"But it's a closed shape! It can't have an infinite perimeter. It contradicts the whole definition of a closed shape," he argues.
I'm feeling like a child
I need something to play on"It's infinite because it repeats itself again and again no matter how far you zoom on. Look it up Boy Genius, it's right there on Google," I retort.
"I don't care! Google lies!"
"Not about this!"
I'm trying hard to trust you
When you say give me your handThen there's a silence on his end and I can vaguely hear Aunt May's voice.
"I gotta go," he tells me, "We're getting take-out... again."
"Okay Spider-boy," I smile, "Goodbye."
"Bye."
"Slán."
(Goodbye [safe])
"Slán."
(Goodbye [safe])
"Slán."
(Goodbye [safe])
"Okay seriously goodbye," he insists.
Baby I'm falling,
I hope you catch me when I land"Seriously goodbye," I say, as he hangs up, "Is grá liom thú."
(I love you)
I wasn't thinking. And then I realize what I said.
"Oh."
I think I'm in love again
I think I'm in love againThen it really hits me, the weight of those words. I haven't said I love you outside of a familial sense since Pietro.
"Oh!"
Ididn't think it could be true
Let alone that it would be you
I think I'm in love again
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