Harry and I travel down to the same lake that we used to meet at every day after school. As we walked down, we tried catching up on everything that we'd missed over the last eight years. He hasn't communicated much to his father, so his death didn't hurt as much as it should.
He picks up a rock and throws it at an angle so that it will skip over the water before sinking.
"What about your parents? Still no news?"
"Nah man. Just and old briefcase and a box full of junk."
We talk for hours. I've missed this so much. He'd always been the person I told stuff to as kids because that's what best friends were for. But when he moved away, I kept everything in, that is, until I met Gwen.
We started to talk about stuff that I hadn't brought up in years. Aunt May never liked talking about my Uncle Ben, her husband that was killed last year that was pretty much my fault. She didn't like talking about my parents either. She didn't really like talking about anything that related to death or something that has the potential to cause sadness. No matter what the pain or situation, she tried wearing a smile through all of it. She's always been my rock and supporter through everything.
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Bitten
FanfictionPeter maybe able to save others from danger, but can he save himself? He goes through many things that test his ability to continue on. His main priority is her and he must keep her safe, but that's hard after her father requests that he stays awa...
