Aunt May, Peter and I all sat at the dinner table, our silverware clinking away on the white glass bowls that were full of delicious food made by Peter’s Aunt. I was still sopping wet, drenching the lovely cushion on that I was sitting on. My hair was dripping into my meal of delicious Macaroni and Cheese that was now topped off with a pool of water. Peter wouldn’t look at me, and Peter’s Aunt kept sneaking small glances at me as we ate, “So Mrs. Parker, what’s your occupation?” I said finally, tired of the awkward silence.
She looked at me oddly, like she thought she imagined me saying something “Well, I’m retired now.” Aunt May answered slowly, and Peter coughed. “Do you have a job?”
“I sing.” I stated blankly, and took another bit of macaroni “Well, not professionally; but there’s a coffee place about 20 minutes from here that let’s me play and collect tips. I will be getting a job though, it’s just hard to find something that conforms to my hours at the college.” I answered, and smiled at her; she seemed pleased, and I was surprised--usually when I tell people I sing they look at me oddly and walk away.
“She’s good at it too.” Peter added suddenly, and Aunt May and I looked confusedly at him, “Singing, I mean. I listen to her play, she’s really good.” Peter smiled at me, and his brown eyes were twinkling with happiness “She can also play guitar.”
“Really?” Aunt May asked me, a tone of surprise in her sweet voice.
“Yeah, I dabble.” I answered modestly, and tried to hide my face, my cheeks were burning red. I’ve never been the kind of person to like a lot of attention, and I’m not used to getting praised.
“Dabble as in ‘know how to play every song you could ever want to hear ever.’” Peter said quietly, and hung his head as he scooped another spoonful of Macaroni in his mouth.
My face turned even redder, and I could tell I was beat red “I was exaggerating, but I usually know how to play every song that is suggested to me.” my voice squeaked out
“Do you have a favorite?” Aunt May asked, and I tried to be respectful and raise my head to speak to her
“Song to play? I guess my favorite would have to be Lost Direction by Beecake. Not a lot of people know them, but most people ask what the song is after I play it; it’s a really great song.” I smiled as the song played in my head, All the people I could’ve been, the past and places I should’ve seen….And all really need is, yeah all I really need is…there must be more to life, there must be more to try, I’m running, yes I’m running, but I’ve lost direction….A smile appeared on my face; I remembered that it was the song I was playing before I met Peter… “So how about you Peter, do you have a job?”
“Yeah, I work down at OSCORP.” Peter answered shyly, and rubbed the back of his head.
“Figures, you’re probably the smartest person I’ve ever met.” I answered sweetly, and smiled widely at him. His face turned red, and he looked away, abashed. “You’ve raised a very bright young man Mrs. Parker.” I said to his Aunt.
She smiled at me, her grin stretching from ear to ear “Thank you, and I’m glad he can be with such a nice young lady like you.” Aunt May took the last bite of her macaroni, and scooped her bowl into one of her small, wrinkled hands and motioned towards mine “Finished?” she asked, and I nodded at handed her my plate. Peter set his on top of mine, and May set them into the sink. “Well kids, It’s about time that we get some sleep, we’ve all had a very long day.”
I nodded in agreement, and realized that I could hardly keep my eyes open. I must’ve forgotten how tired I was on the way here, the meds they gave me make me tired. “I second that notion.” I added, and slowly got up from the table. “But, if it’s not to much to ask, do you think I could get some dry clothes?”
“Oh my!” Aunt May exclaimed “I’m so sorry dear, I forgot that you were still sopping wet!” I chuckled softly and smiled “Here, hold on a minute, let me get you a pair of pajama’s.” she said sweetly before she ran up the stairs.
“Your Aunt is so nice.” I turned to Peter and gave him a huge smile. My family would never take in a boy like she took me in, it was so unearthly kind that I didn’t know how to thank them for doing it.
“Yeah, she’s always been too kind for her own good.” Peter replied, and put his arms around my waist. “I’m just glad that she let you stay, I don’t know what I’d do if you moved away.” he said, his voice flowing like silk through my ears.
“And your house is so much nicer than mine is.” I added, and we both chuckled. I heard Aunt May’s steps come pounding down the stairs, and she came into the kitchen with a pair of black pajama pants with white polka-dots, and a black tank-top.
“Here you are dear, they might be a little big but it’s the smallest ones I have.” she said sweetly, and handed me the pajama’s. I nodded, and gave her a grateful smile.
“Thank you so much Mrs. Parker, I don’t know how to thank you.” I said, and hugged the pajama’s to my wet chest. “Where would you like me to sleep?”
“Well, I wouldn’t want you to sleep on the couch, so you can sleep in the guest bedroom if you would like.” May replied
“That would be lovely,” I smiled again, and looked to Peter. He was smiling down at all of us with his arm around my waist. “Thank you again Mrs. Parker, I don’t know what I would do without your kindness.”
“Any time, dear.”
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Special (Peter Parker love story)
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