CHAPTER EIGHTwhat the fuck?
THE door to the Parker household opens with a quiet creaking noise, as a brown haired woman runs a hand through her hair.
"Hi." She says, "Who are you?"
"I'm Peter's partner," Paisley explains, "We have a chemistry project."
She nods, "Ah... So this is the famous Paisley?"
"Famous?"
"Peter talks about you a lot."
Paisley furrows her eyebrows, "Huh... you must be Aunt May? Olivia told me about you."
"You're friends with Olivia, right?" May questions, "She's a nice girl. Peter hasn't ever really had friends who are girls. Don't tell him I told you that."
Paisley chuckles, "I won't."
May takes Paisley upstairs, and sees Peter's door, which is wide open.
"Weird," May says, "He usually shuts it."
The two of them approach Peter's door, as May is about to call Peter's name.
But all the two of them see is Spider-Man. Taking off his mask.
And it's Peter. Peter is Spider-Man.
Paisley glances at May, to see her reaction, and all May can say is;
"What the fuck?"
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