Two best friends in a room... they might kiss... or end up completely killing each other.
Tasm!Peter Parker story.
Book [3] of the Paracosm series (but can also be read as a stand-alone).
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⋆ twelve ⋆
"Hang on."
"Yup."
"Peter Parker–"
"Yes."
"He kissed you?"
Madison sighs, lying on her pillows, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood. "You heard me correctly."
"Peter Parker kisses people?"
"He's surprisingly good at it."
The sound of Gabrielle gagging fills her sister's ear. If Maddy wasn't so stressed out, she would've laughed. "TMI."
"I sat through you talking about your relationship with Imani – including sex life – for six years. So no, it's not TMI."
A huff slips past the younger woman's lips as she gets up from the couch, wandering around the empty house in her own anxiety for her sister. "Okay, fine. So what now? Are you together?"
"Uh..." Maddy pulls herself off her bed, going to shut her door properly, worried he'll overhear from downstairs. Then again, with that hangover, she'll be surprised if he manages to do much of anything, making her feel worse for what's about to happen. "No. No, we are not. You see, the context of the kiss... uh, we were both depressed and he was drunk, so... it wasn't exactly, like, real."
Gabby pauses for a moment, disbelieving. "What? What do you mean, it wasn't real?"
"I mean it wasn't real. I can't do it, Gabby. I can't end up with Peter Parker."
"Why not?"
"Because..." Madison's mind goes back to what happened yesterday, how she'd called her sister on the way home to tell her, before the whole mess happened in the evening.
Gabrielle seems to catch on at the silence, remembering the conversation, and groans. "Don't say it."
"Then I won't."
"You've loved this guy for years, Maddy. Years. You can't throw it away."
"I've already made plans."
"Cancel!"
"I can't. I need to go now," she rushes out, feeling her anxiety rising, hands tingling.
"Don't you dare–!"
"Bye!"
Maddy hangs up before tossing the phone onto the bed barely seconds before her hands catch fire. Where it used to make her panic, now it just makes her sigh, used to the inconvenience after a few months.
She heads over to the bathroom, using her feet to turn the tap on and fill the basin with cold water before dunking her hands inside. A sizzling smoke fills the air, pain sparking in her palms like intense pins and needles, but the fire is gone.
