The Spider and The Flame (Peter Parker)

Part 11- Shower

I turn over in bed and startle myself awake. I don't remember walking back to my room or getting into bed, but I suppose I did.

I sit up and turn on the lights, finding myself alone in my room.

No windows and a door locked from the outside makes this room extremely claustrophobic. I really hate it. Sure, the room is pretty huge but it's basically just a giant cell with a bed in the corner.

I stroll over to the door and knock, hoping Pete might be outside for whatever reason. I know that we made out last night but I'm just hoping he won't be weird about it. I don't want him to stop talking to me.

While waiting for someone to open the door, I get a whiff of something awful... Then I realize, it's me. I absolutely stink. I understand why, given that I've been wearing the same damn thing since I got here, and I haven't showered.

I know it's sounds gross for me to have not showered yet, especially because i've been here for almost two weeks. Let me just get the point across that, because my powers literally burn things, I don't tend to sweat all that much so I don't shower as often as I probably should. Oops.

The door suddenly jerks in front of me, opening to reveal Pete standing in the doorframe. Dark circles underline both of his eyes and his hair is messy and unbrushed. He seems like he just woke up.

"Morning sleepyhead," I smile, pushing some of the loose hair from his face. His face brightens into a smile and he backs away from the door, letting me follow him out of the room.

We make our way back into the all-too-familiar kitchen and I sit at one of the stools while he opens the fridge.

"Hungry?" He asks, draping one arm over the opened fridge door and using the other to search the ever-slowly emptying fridge.

"Starving." I reply, running a hand through my ratty hair. God, how is Pete able to even look at me right now?

I probably look like the grudge.

"We have Hawaiian pizza," Pete chuckles and I hiss in response. Although his face is turned away from me I can feel that he rolls his eyes. "Okay, maybe toast then?"

"Sounds good."

Pete begins to pull peanut butter and jam and butter from the pantry and fridge while I sit patiently.

"Hey, Pete?" I speak up. He turns to face me.

"Yeah?"

"Um, well, you see, I haven't been able to shower or anything since I got here and I was just wondering if maybe-"

"Yeah, you stink" A huge smile appears on his cheeks.

My mouth opens wide and my cheeks burn hot pink. I take this opportunity to reveal my hidden powers to him.

I spit a fireball from my mouth at his chest, hitting the target perfectly. The fireball is very small and definitely not able to hurt him, just sting a little.

"Hey!" Pete jumps back, grabbing the hem of his shirt and shaking it away from his skin.

I bite my lip and hold back a laugh, but ultimately let it loose. Pete rolls his eyes at me.

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"Yeah so uh, towels are right here and there's shampoo and stuff in there," Pete points towards the shower. "Your suit probably needs to get washed so, like, I'll wait outside and you just pass it to me through the door?"

"Yeah, okay" I stutter, entering the enormous modern bathroom. I walk over to the vanity and finally look at myself in the mirror. My hair is ratty, my skin is flushed and I can almost see the stench floating on me. Wow, I'm absolutely disgusting. Sorry Peter.