It's a Little Strange

7. D(a)NCE

Peter bit on his lip. "What kind of game?"

Before Michelle could answer a girl squealed. "Oh my gosh, it's Spider-Man!"

Peter froze. He physically couldn't move at that moment. He wasn't wearing his mask... this felt so weird. Someone recognized him. Everyone knows that Peter Parker is the Spider-Man. May was going to murder him tonight.

The girl ran up to them with her group of friends. "Wow, your costume is so realistic!" She gave him a grin. "Spider-Man is, like, my favorite superhero." Then, she did the unexpected. The girl dipped down and pressed her lips to his.

Peter had his first kiss when he was young with Betty Brant when they were in first grade. But he had never kissed anyone ever since it happened. So this... this was not what he wanted. The smell on the girl was repulsive. The stench of alcohol stung his nose and she tasted just like it too. Peter cringed and gripped her shoulders to push her off of him. The girl kept trying to lean into him but finally, Peter won the little wrestling match.

She giggled. "Did you see that, guys?" She glanced back at her friends, her feet taking her backward unsteadily. "I kissed the superhero Spider-" she never finished his name. The girl slipped and into the pool.

Peter jumped up, ready to help her out, but the girl had kicked up to the surface and screamed a cheer.

Michelle blinked hard, unsure of what she had just witnessed.

Peter turned to look at her, he too at a loss for words.

"Well," Michelle pursed her lips. "Okay, Spider-Man, do all of the ladies kiss you when you're saving New York?"

He nervously chuckled, lowering himself to his spot beside Michelle. Okay, so still no one really thought that Peter was the Spider-Man. It's allcostume. He had to play his part. "No, that was certainly a first for Spider-Man."

"So... back to our game." Michelle quickly changed the subject and Peter was relieved to get the thought of the girl's lips on his out of his head. "It's called two truths and a lie. So one person says three things about themselves and two of them is a truth and one of them is a lie. The other person has to guess the lie. You in?"

Peter eagerly nodded his head.

"I'll go first." Michelle hesitated to think of something to say. "One: I once appeared on television. Two: I left the country. Or Three: I want to be a makeup artist. Which one is the lie?"

It was only the first round and Peter was stumped. He didn't know a single personal thing about Michelle Jones. This game was going to be impossible for him to do. Peter rubbed his chin in concentration. "Um... two?"

"Wrong!" Michelle seemed pleased with Peter's attempted guess. "My parents made me do this dancing gig and I didn't know it was going to air on tv when I was six. I actually vacationed in Jamaica and it was amazing, but the third one is wrong. Doing makeup is okay and all, but I'm not sure of what I really want to do."

"But you're so good at it," protested Peter. "Like your art? Those drawings of people... in crisis are really detailed. And have you looked at yourself in the mirror tonight? The stitches..."

Michelle held up her hand to get him to stop talking. "Flattery won't win this game, Parker. Go."

"Okay," he smoothed down his hair. "One: I hate indie bands. Two: I love the Mets. Or Three: I'm scared of spiders."

The last one made Michelle laughed slightly. "Oh, scared of spiders and you dress up as Spider-Man? You're being ballsy again."

"So which one is it, MJ?"