Don't Make Promises You Can't Keep

Bombs Away

I woke up feeling groggy, noticing the lack of warmth, I sat up. I looked around to find myself still on the couch, alone. I sigh and run a hand through my messy hair. My stomach growls. Remembering I haven't eaten since breakfast yesterday, I make my way into the kitchen. 

"jESUS CHRIST PETER!" I scream while jumping about 10 feet in the air. He turns around with a pan in hand and smirks. "Seriously! Leave me a damn note or something!" He laughs a bit as I take a seat at the table. "What are you doing anyways?"

"What does it look like i'm doing?" I scoff. "I don't know, jumping out of a window in stupid looking spandex?" Peter seems to tense up a bit and he looks nervous. "Breakfast. I'm making Breakfast. Anyways, what do you want to do today?" I think for a second as he places a pancake in front of me. "Hm, well I would really like to test the myth off a person being killed by someone dropping a penny off the Empire State Building, but I don't know." He chuckled as he sat across from me.

"Really, what do you want to do?" I thought for a moment, " I would like to go to Central Park." I let the volume of my voice slip and Peter gives a reassuring smile. "We'll have to walk." I smile slightly, I didn't care the walk was about 48 minutes, I love spending time with Peter. Plus, it gives us time to talk about what we are. This question has been bothering me.

"That's fine! We can leave about 11:10 and I can pack a lunch. Picnic in the park?" I start to clean off my plate and i feel arms sneak around my waste. "That sounds absolutely amazing.." He whispers into my ear sending  a shiver down my back and through my arms. " I'll go get ready." I head into my room and make my way to my closet. I grab a black Pink Floyd shirt and a red and black flannel, throwing on some dark blue jeans and my black vans. Throwing my messy hair into a bun, i make my way back into the living room. 

"Peter? I swear to God if your hiding behind something i'll kill you." I make my way into the kitchen and see a sticky note on the table:

I'll be back at 11, I promise.

Everything is fine, just had

to go to the store for May.

See You Then.

   - Peter

My phone buzzes from the living room and I walk over to it.  Cody.

"Hello?"

"Hey Maxy, The hospital called about mom. Are you okay? What happened?" My brother asked with concern drawn through his voice.

"I'm okay, how's mom doing?" I grab the teapot and the bag of cinnamon tea.

"She's doing fine. I heard you beat the shit out of dad." He sounded amused.

"Yeah, he deserved it, but I still feel bad."

You shouldn't, like you said, he deserved it."

"That doesn't give me a right to do it. Anyway's how is your girlfriend?" I pour the tea into my favorite mug and walk over to the window sill. 

"Angela is doing well, she got top score in her chemistry class."

" Cornell University, right?" I sip lightly on my tea.

"Yup. Once mom gets out of the hospital we should come over for dinner!"

"Sounds ama-" All of a sudden, a bomb goes off across the street. I land on the floor as glass shatters behind me. The ringing in my ear seems to get louder and louder. I stand and my gaze follows where the explosion went off. I see a familiar figure laying on the ground and gasp.

I run out the door and across the street, feeling the water works beginning as he doesn't move. No. "Spidey?" I shake his shoulder lightly as people begin to crowd around. "Hey wake up, you have to save the day, remember?" I move my hand under his mask, searching for a pulse. I can't find one. "Spidey, i'm serious, wake up damn it." The sounds of sobs echo the street. "P-please, I l-love you, so you g-gotta wake up." My shaky hands rest on his chest as I sob with the growing number of bystanders. 

"Nothing in life is certain except for death and taxes." A raspy voice says. I open my eyes to see spider-man lift his mask, just above his lips. I laugh and kiss him like iv'e longed for this moment for a lifetime. People around us cheer and I pull away. "Don't you ever scare me like that ever again." 

"This is probably the worst prank iv'e pulled on you yet." I pause, this isn't the first time? "What are you talking about? The only person who enjoys scarring me is..." I look at him. My eyes dared him. "Iv'e gotta go!" He swings off, leaving me and the cheering crowd behind.

Peter