I Smoked Away My Brain (I'm gone)

Chapter three

Although, Peter thought that filling out the form to be Mr. Stark's personal intern was a useless idea because of the fact his feelings were all over the place, he wouldn't exactly do a bad job helping him around the lab. Surely he won't let anything get in the way.

He knew what he was going to do. He was going to fill out that form.

Reading through all the terms and conditions Peter felt uneasy. Maybe he couldn't do this. Maybe he wasn't cut out to be an intern. No, there isn't any room for cowards. He wasn't going to turn down an opportunity he had an actual chance at. He started to agree to all the terms and conditions. The black ink from his pen filling in boxes.

All he needed to do now was write the reason why he wanted to intern for Tony Stark.

Wait.. I need to write why I want to be Mr. Stark's intern?! Is he gonna read this? If he's reading this- What am I gonna write.. He tapped on his pen a he tried to think. Does anybody really know what would impress the Tony Stark? Or even get close to giving him a reason to choose you as an intern. How would any one even start their reasoning at all. He felt like he was applying to a University with a 1 percent acceptance rate. He started to second guess himself. Does he really have a chance?

Why do I keep thinking so negatively? Why are my thoughts so loud??

His hands reached for his head. Running his fingers through his curls. What is going on with me? Why am I stressing out so much?

He looked down at the form. His fingers gripped onto his hair as his head lowered onto the paper.

The feelings overwhelmed him. Everything overwhelmed him so easily.

Maybe that's why he needed to be Mr. Stark's intern so badly. Maybe if he did he'd have something to distract himself from this horrible place. He'll have a safe place.

His head lifted upwards from the paper with the idea. He knew what he wanted to write about, letting his hand move with the pen as it wrote away..

Peter wakes in a very uncomfortable position. Lifting up his head, he realized he slept right after filling out his intern form. He really has to stop sleeping off like that. If he doesn't stop the habit he might just sleep off in Mr. Stark's lab. He doesn't want to make a bad first impression. Why am I stressing out about this. I haven't even been accepted let alone turned in my form.

He gets up and starts to get ready for the day. Miss Celia is heard yelling from downstairs 'I'm  not making breakfast today! Bye children.' The door slam is heard from his bedroom. Atleast he won't have to sit around the table and hear the forks literally grind on the plates. He put on his sweater and slipped on his shoes.

Peter put on his backpack and headed downstairs to see Haisley tying her shoes near the front door. She quickly stood up.

"Hey Peter!" Haisley said giving him a cheeky grin. She looked very happy considering Miss Celia wasn't here, "Miss Celia was nice enough to leave us some money today. She told me to give you this much." Haisley handed him a 15 dollars.

"Thanks. I would ask why she didn't make us breakfast but to be honest I'd rather eat somewhere else than here." Peter uttered, taking the money from her hand and putting it in his pocket.