August 10th. Today was August 10th. Peter Parker's, my boyfriend, birthday was today. And I had something special planned.
I had to get dressed, since we were having dinner at his aunts house, in something casual but still nice. I had piles and piles of clothes on the ground, shifting through them all to find something that would look nice.
I continued to pick up different clothes until I heard a soft knock on my window. Peter.
I couldn't help but smile. I loved hearing that soft knock. I jogged over to my window where my Spider-Man was waiting. I swung the latch open to let him in.
"Why hello there, Mr. Spider-Man. I didn't know we were working today?"
Peter pulled his mask off to reveal his own smile, his eyes gleaming. "Yeah well... us hero's never really get a break."
"Ah, you poor thing." I said as he slid into my room, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Hi beautiful." He whispered, leaning down to kiss me softly.
"Hi, birthday boy. You feel any older?"
He shrugged, "19 isn't as exciting as I thought it would be. I can't get drunk at Disney World or anything."
I laughed, "We'll add it to our bucket list for when we turn 21. Day drunk at Disney."
"As long as your there, it sounds good to me," he said, leaning down to give me another kiss but I playfully dodged it.
"Hey, I've got to get ready. We've got to be at your place in an hour and a half."
Peter glanced at the time, "Shit... Aunt Mays gonna make me clean the whole place just because your coming over, as if you're not always over."
I rolled my eyes, "Well go make her happy, I need to pick out an outfit."
Peter pursed his lips and thought for a moment. "Wear that skirt I like, the khaki one."
I glanced behind me at one of the piles. I'd have to go digging again... "Okay, I will. Now shoo, go be with your family. I'll see you soon. Oh! And please don't let your Aunt make meatloaf again, it's truly awful."
Peter laughed, kissed my cheek, and said "I'll try. I'll see you soon." and he was off. I sighed, shaking my head as I reclosed my window.
After awhile, I finally picked out an outfit. I wore the short khaki skirt (due to Peters request) and a cream oversized sweater that I tucked into the skirt. I threw on some brown flats, brushed out my long hair, popped on some mascara and lipgloss, and I was set. Underneath, however, I wore a sheer cherry red lingerie set that I had picked out a few weeks ago just for today. Red was Peters favorite color...
I said goodbye to my parents, hoping into my car to drive to Peters. He was only a few minutes away so I was there in no time. Being ten minutes early, as I always am, I almost skipped to the door. Before I could even ring the doorbell, Peter opened the door.
He was wearing dark jeans, a black t-shirt and a wicked grin. "Hi," he said, taking in my appearance, "You look amazing."
I rolled my eyes and stepped forward, kissing his cheek as I passed, "Happy birthday."
"Is that Lilli?" Aunt May called from the kitchen.
"Yeah, she's here!" He answered, guiding me in to say hello. I took a quick glance around the house, "You cleaned quite nicely," I whispered and Peter just rolled his eyes.
The night went by quickly, since she did indeed make meatloaf and neither Peter or I really ate. We sat with his aunt for a few hours as she showed me baby photos I had already seen and went on about how much Peters grown and matured, and other things of that nature. I really didn't mind Mays company, I was just itching to be with Peter.
