Don't Make Promises You Can't Keep

Feelings

My morning was a blur. Coffee, get dressed, do hair, do makeup, grab an apple, kiss mom on the cheek, skate as fast as i can, get to my locker, go to class. the same old routine. My Morning started with good old Geometry, which i spent my time thinking about last nights events. How did spider-man know about my dad? Was he watching us? Was he in the coffee shop just not in his spider-man suit? I mean, I don't know anything about the guy. He just, Boom, saved me then we became friends? Acquaintances? Am I just another victim to him? A damsel in distress?

Soon Geometry and English were over and I found myself trudging to photography.I sat in my place next to Peters vacant seat. The bell rang as Mrs. Johnson made her way into the room, "Hello class, I was going over your assignments last night and let me tell you, this period had the highest scores and most interesting topics of all my periods. So you have a free day." The class cheers as Mrs. Johnson grabs the role sheet calling out names. "Peter Parker." No one answers and the teacher marks her paper.

"Wait wait! I'm here!" Peter booms as he makes his way to his seat. "Late as usual, Peter." She mumbles under her breath. "I'm sorry Mrs. Johnson. It won't Happen again, I promise." "Don't make promises you can't keep." Mrs Johnson continues her rambling on about what we can and can't do with our free day. "But those are the best ones." Peter whispers. I roll my eyes, taking my sketchpad out of my bag. I pull it onto my lap and continue on with the sketch i had started. Spider-man sitting on the edge of my apartment building. "Whatcha drawing?" Peter asks looking down at the sketch pad. He gulps.

"Spider-man huh?" he asks after I didn't reply. " Yeah he sorta visited me last night." I keep sketching as Peter moves his position in his chair. "Visited? What did he say?" "He wanted to make sure I was okay. Ya know, because of the car accident on the bridge." I shuddered thinking about it. "Is that all?" He questioned. "Yeah that's it." I quickly reply. I hate lying to him but he can't know how I feel. He wouldn't ever want to be around me. And I am no where near ready for me to lose him. There was a long pause of silence, "Hey you want to come over tonight for dinner? Aunt May has been begging me to ask you to come over and I think she's making pasta tonight. Your favorite." I laugh, he knows pasta is practically what I have for dinner every night since my mom hates grocery shopping, "Pasta, you say? Oh Peter you have me trapped in a corner. A pasta filled corner and i just can't resist, besides, nobody says no to Aunt May." Just as quick as our conversation started, it was over and i was left to my thoughts.

I know he's hiding something and i know he doesn't want to tell me but I just wish he would so i could be there for him. Maybe that's why he turned to Gwen. He doesn't trust me enough, and besides, the way he looks when hes with Gwen. He's happy. Maybe he's in love with her.

Maybe he's in love with her

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My coffee brown hair slightly bounced as I knocked on the door of Aunt May's house. I had decided that I would wear something casual but nice. I chose a white blouse with the top two buttons unbuttoned, a black skirt that stopped a little above the knee, gray knee socks and a pair of short brown leather boots. Aunt May opened the door in a casual blue blouse and some black dress pants, her hair was slightly curled just a bit fore than usual. "Maxwell!," I cringed at my full name being said. "Come in come in. Dinner is just about ready. Peters upstairs getting dressed, would you like anything to drink?" I walked with May into the kitchen,"Oh i'm fine but thank you. Is there anything I can help you with?" She thought for a second as she stirred the pasta sauce. "Could you set the table for me?" I smiled "of course Aunt May."

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I breathed heavily as i opened up my window, climbing through it with the Spider-man suit still on. I flung my mask into the closet as I quickly undressed. "Shit." I whispered as i saw the new cuts along my chest and on my cheek, The bruises already starting to form. "Peter, don't forget Max is going to be here in a bout 10 minutes so please if your not changed do so." My aunts muffled voice said to me. I stumbled into the bathroom, quickly treating the wounds and putting bandages on them so they wouldn't bleed. I jogged back into my room trying to figure out what to wear.

"Maxwell!" I heard my Aunts voice boom. She's here already? I look to my clock to see the 10 minutes already had past. I smiled thinking of when I would plant my eyes on her. Would she be in something casual? Sexy? why would she be in something sexy? God I need to think of something else. I can't believe how bad my crush on her has gotten. I can't stop thinking about her. I wish I could tell her but iv'e already put Gwen in danger and I can't lose Max, not yet. I throw on a sweater and some black pants and make my way down stairs. I stop at the bottom of the stairs seeing her dark brown hair being pushed back by her some-what bony hand. She places the silverware down onto the table. My heart skips a beat as i think of the time she told Spider-man that she loved me. If only she knew it was me.

She turns her head and catches sight of me, she smiles, "Peter." I smile back and join her setting up the table.She looks absolutely amazing "Hey Max." I say trying to hid the scratch. We finish setting the table up and go to sit in the living room.

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"How are you?" Peter asks as we sit down, he doesn't turn his full face to me. Strange "I'm okay.. And you?" I ask trying to get a look at what he's doing. "I'm okay." He looks down and that's when i catch sight of something red, blood? I take a gentle hold of his cheek, he flinches as i do so. I pull his face to get a better look at it and gasp. "Peter.. what happened?" My thumb gently brushes over it. "I-I fell off my skateboard earlier.." Lies. "There you go again, another lie. Why? That's all I want to know. I just can't take anymore lies Peter. so please te-" My whisper is cut off by Mays voice "Dinner is ready sweethearts!"

Peter lets out a breath, "This isn't over Peter." we make our way to the dinner table and force or way through dinner with fake smiles and bad stories. I start to sip my water, "So, are you two dating yet?" I start to choke on my water and Peter scolds May. "No, no Aunt May where did you get that impression?" I cough a little. "Will you excuse me please?" I get up and walk to the upstairs bathroom.

"Really Aunt May?" Peter whisper at her, she laughs a bit. "I'm sorry Peter, I was curious." Peter scolds his Aunt again. "If we were dating you would be the first one to know!" He whisper yells as he rubs his temple. May starts to clean up the kitchen table as Max makes her way downstairs.

"Here let me help you with that." I say to Aunt May as she cleans the dishes. Peter goes to sit in the living room. "I'm sorry about that sweetheart, I thought that you had told him by now." I laugh a bit drying the plates she hands me. "It's okay May." I turn to see Peter staring at our actions, quickly jerking his head away as he sees me. "I don't think I ever will tell him, to be honest. what if I lose him?" I reach up to put a glass away, not being able to reach. I curse at myself in my thoughts. "Here let me get that for you." I see peters hand as he grazes mine to grab the glass. He pushes gently against my back causing my face to heat up. He places the glass into the cabinet and returns to the living room. "You won't lose him. He won't leave, you've been there for him through everything." Mays words snap me back into reality, "Yeah I guess your right."

May and I had finished in the kitchen and went to the living room. "I'm beat so i'm going to head to bed, Goodnight." May says as she makes her way to her bedroom. "So." I say rubbing my hands together. "You wanna watch a movie? I still haven't seen The Avengers,(based on the movies that came out in 2012 cause that's when this came out) and I can easily rent it?" I laugh at his enthusiasm. "I would love that." we sat on the couch like we use to, Peter leaning on the arm rest while I leaned on Peter. He had his arm around me and I played with his hand, drawing little designs.

About half way through the movie, Max's eyes started to feel heavier and she subconsciously snuggled deeper into Peters side. The fully awake teenage boy watched the movie with a new found smile, and not because of the amazing production, but because he finally knew what he had to do. He had to tell her.