Make Way for the Spiders

Eleven

"What do you wear to a skate park?" I asked, searching my closet. 

"How am I suppose to know?" Mom replied, sitting on my bed. "I never dated a skater boy when I was your age." 

I sighed, rolling my eyes at her. "He's not a skater boy, Mom." 

"Just wear something casual. And warm," she told me. "It's supposed to get chilly today." 

"Warm and casual," I muttered. "Okay. How about skinny jeans and..." I pulled out a black shirt that I had bought earlier this week; it had Spiderman's symbol in red on the chest. 

"How is that suppose to be warm?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, and staring at the shirt warily. 

"Well, I'll be wearing jeans. I'll be fine." I went through my shoes, and found my white and black checkered DC's. I glanced back up at Mom, and saw that she was still staring at the shirt. "Mom? You okay?" 

"Hm?" she asked, looking up. 

"Whats up with you today?" I asked. 

She shrugged, not taking her eyes off the symbol. "Last night when I came to check up on you, I swear I heard voices. And then I thought I saw Spiderman on the ceiling..." 

"I think you were half asleep. I didn't see anything out of the ordinary last night." Seeing Spiderman has become ordinary, anyway. 

She shrugged. "I guess you're right." 

"Of course I am," I joked. "Now get out so I can get ready." 

Mom chuckled before walking out. "I'll be leaving in about half an hour," she called. "When are you leaving?" 

"Peter will be here at about noon, for lunch," I said, standing in the doorway. 

"He's eating lunch here? And I'm missing it?" she asked, turning around. 

I wasn't sure if she was upset about missing lunch or missing Peter. I just shook my head and closed my door so I could get dressed. I straightened my hair and brushed my teeth, then did did my makeup with natural colors. By the time I was done, Mom had left, and Peter would be here in about half an hour. 

I sat down on the couch and turned the TV to Looney Tunes, but I couldn't focus on Bugs Bunny or Daffy Duck. My mind kept wondering to last night. I almost kissed Peter, and then Spiderman kissed me. And I kissed back. I didn't even know who he was under that mask. At least I knew Peter, and saw him everyday, unlike Spiderman who I only see at night. 

And when my mom came in... I almost had a heart attack. It was a good thing Spiderman had heard her coming, or I would have been so busted. Which reminds me, I should really find a new place for that mirror... 

There was a knock at the door, and I jumped, having being so caught up in my thoughts. I looked at the clock and saw that it was noon. Looney Tunes was over, and Porky Pig was stuttering his farewell. I turned off the television, and walked to the door. 

Peter was standing there, with his skateboard in hand. "Hey Rayne," he said, grinning. He looked me over, and laughed. "Nice outfit. Fan of Spiderman?" 

I laughed too. "You could say that." I moved aside so he could come in. 

He was wearing his usual attire: grey sweat pants and a t-shirt, with a black hoodie over it. His hood was down for once, and his hair was windswept. 

"Where's your mom?" he asked, looking around. 

"She had work," I told him, "so she won't be interrogating you." I giggled, and lead him to the kitchen area. "What do you want to eat? I can make soup, or sandwiches, or spaghetti... Your choice." 

"Sandwiches are fine with me." He shrugged, and sat down on one of the chairs. 

"You know what? Scratch that. I'm not making you a sandwich, because that adds on to the stereotype thingy," I said, sticking my tongue out.