Wednesday morning came abruptly fast, in F/N's opinion. He had been staring at his Osberry ever since the first sunlight shined through his window, waiting for the alarm clock to start beeping. But he wouldn't get out of bed until it did, still holding onto the faint hope of actually getting some sleep, no matter how unreasonable that was. Even after it started making noise, he just lay there for a few seconds before deciding to just get shit over with. He stood up and felt his eyes close as soon as he was vertical, like gravity itself was pulling them down. Which even to his foggy, sleepless brain seemed incredibly stupid. He rubbed them to get the sleep out, and walked out of his room in nothing but his boxers.
He planned on going to the bathroom but felt his stomach lurch at that thought, making him hesitate. He stood there trying to make up his mind, when the guest room door opened, revealing a beautiful blond girl in a pink t-shirt and fluffy slippers. Even if his brain hadn't been so mushy, he would have still needed time to figure out that it was actually Gwen Stacy. She looked so different without her dark make-up and black clothes, especially in this... sleeping attire. They just stared at each other for a few seconds, Gwen noticeably trying to pull her t-shirt a bit further down to cover more of her thighs. Even her face looks redder without make-up. He thought before his mind understood that she was actually blushing. That's when he also realized that he was only wearing his Rick & Morty underpants with the label 'Get Schwifty!' on it. On any other occasion, he would have started blushing and done something awkward because of his embarrassment but right then, he just felt like laughing. He kept it in though, cleared his throat and went with the most obvious question.
"Gwen, what are you doing here?" His voice came out groggily, but to his surprise he didn't stutter. And what a nice host you are, F/N. He thought while watching her scowl.
"And what a nice host you are, F/N." She answered bitterly and it seriously freaked him out. How!? Can she read minds!? Is she a mutant?! Oh no, she's gonna find out my secret!... No...Don't be stupid! That was just her obvious answer to my bluntness. Get your brain working again Parker!
"Sorry... I just ah... didn't expect you... here." He said, avoiding her ice-blue eyes. Aaand goodbye continuous sentences. It was nice meeting you!
"I can see that." She said with a dry smirk, looking over his underdressed form, her gaze lingering a bit too long at his abs, which he didn't have before this summer. Then she caught herself and looked up at his face again. "But your question is fair." She continued without any trace of embarrassment, although F/N got the feeling that she was just really good at hiding it. "My dad dumped me here for a few days because he has better things to do. Which you would have known if you showed up last night." Her voice was carefully clear of any emotions. It was almost respectable how good she hid things but F/N somehow saw through that. But he would have to figure out later how he did that.
"Yeah... ahm I was away ah... tutoring." He replied when his alibi finally came to mind. She regarded him skeptical but only shrugged and started walking. Towards the bathroom! He suddenly panicked. Did I clean up last night!? It's all so fuzzy I can barely remember! He quickly moved between Gwen and the door, raising his arms up and furiously thinking about an excuse why not to let her in. She quickly hid her surprise with an annoyed scowl.
"Did you call dibs or something?"
"Ahm... yes?" Her scowl deepened at that. "Look, just don't go in there! Please?" He said pleadingly. Her expression suddenly twisted into something that might have been disgust before turning completely blank.
"Is Mary Jane in there?" She asked, her tone entirely neutral.
"What?" Was the only word that came out of a surprised F/N's mouth. It took him a few seconds to remember the last time she must have seen them together, coming out of a bathroom, which might have been a bit... misunderstandable. Especially if he considered the dialogue after that. What now? Should I go with that excuse? What would MJ think? She didn't mind the last time but... His thought process was interrupted as, much like many other times, his excuse was decided by someone else.
