forget me not

8/Thoughts

Gwen's POV

I sat in my room, my hands folded in my lap as I blankly stared ahead.

My mom peeked her head in, "Hey sweetie. Do you need anything?"

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, "I'm fine."

She nodded, obviously unconvinced, but nonetheless still left me alone.

This was not the first time my mom had asked me that question since I had returned home. I get it, she's worried about me. But asking me the same question every five minutes won't make anything better.

I can't help but think about what happened between Peter and me earlier. I know lashing out was wrong, but I couldn't help it.

He was just some random kid from my science class. Sure, he had been super sweet and helped me out a lot, but that didn't mean I was supposed to answer every personal question he threw at me.

Still, that didn't mean I didn't feel remorseful when he looked away- Peter looked way more offended than he should have been.

Sighing, I looked around my room. The walls seemed empty. My mother had said something about clearing off a few things, but it looked as if she had ransacked my whole wall.

Giggling slightly, I turned back around- my eyes scanning the room. To put it lightly, it was a mess. Books were stacked in the corner and all along my desk, and it looked as if my entire closet had spilled over the floor.

I knew my mom had started unpacking my room- thinking I was leaving for Oxford- but she hadn't really gotten far. Half my belongings were still as I remembered them, and if she hadn't told me otherwise, I wouldn't have assumed anything.

Oxford. That was the one college I had always wanted to go to. Even when I was little, I had always been fascinated by England, and my dad had promised to take me there on a tour sometime- but, certain circumstances prevented that from happening.

And now, here I was. Sitting in a half -packed room, all thoughts of Oxford practically going down the drain.

Sure, maybe I could go in a few years, but what was the point? There was no way I ws going thtough all those dozens of interviews again, and I had been working on my application from as far back as my memory allows.

There was suddenly a light rustling coming from my bedroom window. Confused, I look over and pull my curtains away, and my heart almost stops when I spot Peter Parker crouching behind the glass, patiently waiting for me to let him in.

A/N

I'm so sorry this is super short and probably really uninteresting, but the next one will have more Peter and some Gweter moments!!!

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