Me & Gwen Stacy

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Peter POV

One of the many perks of being bitten by a radioactive spider was that I no longer had to settle for mere public transportation. Or even my skateboard if I wasn't in the mood. So on this brisk Monday I was slinging to school fully clothed with nothing but my mask to shield my identity. I landed a block away from school and quickly ripped the mask off of my face, stuffing it into my overstuffed messenger bag. Today was the day, I couldn't take not being with her anymore. Now though, there was a whole new thing to deal with. That was: whether she'd take me back or not. I mean, I had given her something like the cold shoulder for weeks. I arrived late- I had been doing that often. So late in fact that I missed my first lecture and was now just in time for the four minute break in between classes. I was intending to walk to my locker, but my feet seemed to move on their own accord, and I found myself walking to Gwen's locker. I was keyed up and felt jittery as I approached her from behind. She wore her hair down today. It wasn't meticulously brushed like usual I noticed. Instead she had a couple of unruly strands of gold about her head. It seemed as if she gave no effort. But I liked it. She turned suddenly as if sensing my presence and her mouth froze slightly parted. Her lips were red, and stood out against her pale wintery skin. Her eyes were big, and seemed hollow, and red, and puffy. She was wearing that red sweater that I loved to see her in, but instead of making her look joyous and happy and cute like it usually did, the raging color swallowed her up, drowned her out. She looked wretched to say the least. The sight squeezed my heart, and pushed the breath right out of me. Her name was on the tip of my tongue, but I could say nothing.

All I could do was stare, shocked in the least, at my girl.

Gwen POV

I could feel him behind me before I could hear him, and suddenly the air seemed to buzz with a zingging electricity. I knew it must be unhealthy for me to be so hyper-aware of someone and I knew I shouldn't be as pleased as I was with the fact. He paused with his mouth falling open slightly. His hair was disheveled and flattened, and I vaguely remember a thought that he webbed, or Spiderman-ed to school crossing my mind. But really, there was only one thought that I could put together fully. I think the rest of my mind dropped to my feet or something-- along with heart and lungs and probably all my other vital organs-- with him suddenly being so close. Closest he'd been in weeks- yet so far. That one thought prevailing was: I don't think I can successfully say anything without crying. So I didn't, I brushed by him and clutched my books to me so close, wishing that it was him instead of this silly intimate object that I kept all of my notes in.

"Gwen," he croaked his voice low.

"Uhm," I didn't want to ignore him, but I wasn't sure I wanted to face him either.

His hand clutched my wrist and before I knew it I was pulled to him, inches away from his face.

"Gwen," he said my name again with this pleading, desperate look in his eyes. I noticed his little five o'clock shadow then and how warm his fingers were. I shuddered. He just looked at me. It was quite unnerving, but either way I got the impression that he didn't know what to say either.

What was there to say now?

I read the silent words in his eyes. Not sure I could put them together.

"Come with me?"

I had never skipped school before so my initial response was that of shock and disdain, "I'm going to be late Peter."

I tried tugging my hand away, but not hard enough to show that I really wanted to go and pretend to pay attention to the teachers like I normally did.

"Please. Let's talk," my heart rate sped up with those vague words.

"Mm-Mmmhm," I shook my head. Nope, I wasn't ready for this- this... talking it out stuff. Couldn't he just kiss me for all it was worth and send me off to my next class with tingling happy skin, and something nice to think about for a while? Why'd he have to go and pull the "let's talk" card from out of left field?

If it was scientifically possible, his voice was enough to make me melt on the spot as he rumbled, "But Gwen..."

Whew, good thing it wasn't in anyway possible. Otherwise I'd be in a puddle on the floor like some soft serve a kid dropped on the sidewalk in the summer.

"I'm going to be-

"Late? You already are," his mouth tilted up in that lopsided smile that made my heart trip up.

I sighed. I could never say no to him. For all my headstrong leadership tendencies I was so completely into him all I ever wanted to do was say yes. Yes, yes, yes. Because yes meant one more minute together, one more kiss, one more of those smiles unleashed on me, one more joke, one more. I glanced around trying to prolong the inevitable I guess. Trying to make myself look less desperate by holding off on my eager affirmative. The bell had obviously rang becausetThe hall was empty besides the two of us. Once again I fleetingly wished he gather me and all my baggage into his arms and kiss the life out of me. I wanted to feel his stubble on my skin a rough biting complement to his sweet teasing lips. I want-- I sighed-- I wanted him, all of him. So much. I just wished I could be mad at him, and stay mad. Wished I wasn't completely disarmed within the baest of contact and the faintest of smiles. I tried to focus on how irritated I was at myself, to conjure up any other emotion besides longing before I looked back at him.

I glanced back at him. His eyes were amused at my indignant state.

His hand slid from my wrist to my hand.

I immediately squelched the desire to back him up against the lockers and press my lips to his.

Talking, we were going to talk. Not make out. Although I favoured the latter.

"Fine," I returned to my locker to put my books away.

"God, Gwen," I could feel his eyes on me as my back was turned, "I've missed you."

I shrugged my jacket on, and smiled a small smile, "Right back at you Spidey."

A/N: Hey guys. What do you think? moving too slow? Too fast? I would greatly appreciate reviews, I swear it only takes like two seconds of your time, I'd just really like direction from y'all with this piece. So yeah. Thanks for reading and being generally fabulous (:

~luckyon3