Me & Gwen Stacy

ten

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Gwen POV

The next day I woke up with a hangover from hell. I squinted at the sun that shined through my curtains and straight into my eyes fueling this angry pounding in my head. With a groan I flipped onto my stomach and fell right back into a deep sleep.

The next time I woke up, my headache had somewhat resided, but there was still a seemingly perpetual throb resonating in my head. My skin felt sticky and gross, and my legs ached from my calves all the way to my toes that had been squished into those pumps for way too long. 

I needed a shower I decided. I sat up-- and quickly laid back down after I felt the world tilt around me. Holy crap. Slowly and ever so determined I tried again. It took me ten minutes but finally I was situated under the warm spray of the shower head. I ran my hands through my hair massaging the shampoo into it trying not to pull on my hair and further worsen the headache. The hot water burned the blisters on the back of my feet but worked wonders on my aching muscles. 

The smell of my body wash was sweet and rejuvenating compared to the smell of stale alcohol and body odor. I signed contentedly as the suds slid down my body. With the warm water came back bits and pieces of the night before.

I remembered seeing Peter dressed to the nines with MJ in tow. I remembered the bold way I danced with Peter after he so cutely told me he'd try his best to dance with me, and webbed me right in the butt pulling me closer to him. But the most prominent of those memories was the one where I watched him-- the first few buttons on his shirt undone, his hair deshevled and his face flushed-- as he swung away from me on his webs.

However I also remembered electric green eyes and the flash of a huge smile as I turned around to face another person I was dancing with.

Upon my exiting the shower I wrapped myself into my warm towel and padded my way back into my room to grab my phone, and shimmy on some underwear and a matching bra. Then I quickly moisturized lathering myself in my favourite Victoria's Secret lotion and spritzing the matching body mist. After dressing and throwing my short bob cut hair into a tiny, damp ponytail I checked my phone.

It was four twenty seven. Momentarily I marveled at the fact that I slept the day away pretty much considering I usually didn't, but my attention didn't stay on this small wonder for long as I saw the messages on my lock screen. I had eight from Peter that I made myself scroll pass, one instagram notification, two missed Facetimes and a message from an Archer Sullivan. 

I took me a moment to sort through my hazy memory, but then it popped out at me. Mr. Leather Jacket had a name. And this was it. I unlocked my phone a smile already growing on my face.

Hey, just wanted to tell you how much fun I had last night and ask you if we're still on for coffee at six?

I glanced at the time on the text that read 3:09. Good, I wouldn't look like a was too eager.

How much fun did we have last night? I can barely remeber. And yeah we're still on, but I thought we planned for seven?

I had just set my phone down when the reply came in with an upbeat toot.

 I was hoping that was one of the things you didn't remeber. But ahh, you caught me. I just couldn't wait to see you again (;

Quite the charmer, I see

It runs in the family 

We sorted out the details like the when and where, and then just texted aimlessly for a little longer. By the time five forty rolled around I had concealer applied as well as some lip stain and lip balm and a complementing layer of mascara. A plain white tshirt hugged my upper half and my favourite pair of jeans my lower half. I threw on a cardagin and a pair of flats, grabbed my purse and phone and made my way to the coffee shop.

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