Gwen's POV
Slowly drowning out the rest of the movie, I felt my eyes begin to droop, before my head involuntary rested on Peter's shoulder, and I let sleep overcome me.
I was aware of voices in my head, but I couldn't see who or what they were coming from.
"I don't know, we could, I don't know, we could uh...or we could do something else, or we could with, no, we could, like...we could," a boy's voice spoke.
"Yeah, yeah, either one," another voice said. A girl's.
"Really?"
"Yeah, sure."
The faces come into view just as the dreams ends.
I woke up, my mind a garbled mess. The voices were so familiar, and I know I knew who was speaking. I was so sure of it.
But it was like once my mind was aware I was jolted awake, left with nothing but the words, not the voices.
Why the hell was the dream so real? Why did it feel so familiar?
"Gwen," I turned to look at Peter, concern evident in his features, "You alright?"
"Yeah," I said, though my shaky voice must have given me away. I repeat stronger, "I'm fine. Just a....weird dream is all."
Peter nodded, obviously not entirely convinced. But he didn't question it, instead said, "You missed the ending of the movie."
I chuckled and jokingly stated, "Oh no, what ever will we do?"
He rolled his eyes, but still laughed along with me, "Hey are you doing anything tomorrow?"
"Um...I have a shift at Oscorp," Ilaughed bitterly. "One of the few things I still remember."
"Don't think like that, Gwen. Your memory will come back."
"And how do you know that?"
Peter looked at me, his brown eyes boring into my own, "Because I belive in you."
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