Special (Peter Parker love story)

Chapter 12

The soft morning wafted in through the light white curtains as they blew in the gentle breeze on the rising sun. I awoke to the sounds of birds chirping, and the light commotion that was happening downstairs in the kitchen. Accompanied with the sound of sizzling bacon, the smell of waffles drifted into the room and tickled my nose. “Mmmm…” I sighed tiredly, and snuggled deeper into the soft and plushy nest that I made from the blankets on my bed.

            “Good morning!” I heard a cheerful and quiet voice coo as someone entered my room. As soon as I heard the first caramel syllable spill out of their mouth, I knew exactly who it was.

            “G’mornin Peter,” My voice croaked tiredly out of my throat and made his words sound all the more beautiful. I sat up in my bed, using all the strength in my arms I could muster to lift my weak body up. Peter strode in from the hallway with his laptop in his arms. He looked horribly tired; not only did he have dark rings under his dull eyes, but his hair was a total mess. “Peter, did you sleep last night?” I asked him, and tried to flatten my unruly hair.

            “Well no,” He began, and rushed over to my side set his laptop on my bed. “But I did do some research and—”

            “Peter,” I stopped him with a laugh and crossed my arms “Did you seriously stay up all night doing research?” He didn’t take his eyes off the computer, but instead he just nodded feverishly. “What were you even doing ‘research’ on?” I inquired, and gave a tired yawn. “What time is it—?”

            He interrupted me and continued “I was looking up that Z type blood,” I gave him a very questioning look, but he ignored it and kept going “There’s a lot more research on it than you think, there’s some thesis papers and test subjects, even experiments have been done.” Peter looked up at me for a reaction, but I didn’t give him any. Honestly at the moment, I didn’t really know why this was relevant or why he was even telling me this. “But also I’ve seen some people concluding that if we continue to do test and research on it, that information might go into the wrong hands and uh…” Peter looked back up at me, his tired eyes filled with questions and no answers. “Well, it could be dangerous.” He stuttered.

            “And this has to do with me, because…?” I said. Though I was tired, my sarcasm was completely warmed up.

            “This might be the reason that you’ve been having your blood stolen.” Peter said very seriously. I looked at him and began to realize that maybe this whole ‘Z blood type’ thing wasn’t just a myth. Maybe it was real, maybe I was one of the people infected, maybe—

            “Who wants breakfast?” Aunt May poked her head in the door, cutting the tense air like a knife and bringing back the cheerfulness that I felt when I woke up. Suddenly, I realized that I haven’t been breathing. I took a much needed breath and brought peace to my burning lungs.

            “I’d love some, Mrs. Parker.” I answered slowly, looking at Peter for his answer.

            “Me too, Aunt May,” Peter added, looking at her and giving her a smile. She could tell that he had been up all night, giving him that look that basically said ‘Really Peter, again?’ I held in a laugh as she put her hands on her hips and nodded.

            “Come down when you’re ready,” She said sweetly in her chirping voice.

            I climbed out of the bed and stretched my arms, hearing popping noises from my shoulders and knees. “Let’s get some breakfast, shall we?” I asked Peter happily, and bent down next to him. He continued to stare at me with his mouth open, wondering why I didn’t think his research was all that important. What he didn’t know was that on the inside I my mind was racing and my heart was pounding. I could be in real danger, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

            “Yeah,” Peter said quietly and shook his head, combing his fingers through his hair. “Yeah, we should.” He shook his head again, and pulled himself up from the ground with his laptop in his hands. “But really Harlow, I want you to be safe.” He told me, looking down at me with very serious eyes.

            I nodded and wrapped my arms around his waist. “I know,” I whispered into his chest and took a big breath of his beautiful and intoxicating scent. He always smelt like the earth, and really delicious cologne. This scent alone made me smile because it reminded me of him. Peter was beautiful, he was so beautiful and I was so lucky to have him. Sometimes, I pinch myself because I think I’m in a dream. Or a nightmare. I haven’t decided yet.

            He chuckled and placed a kiss on my head as I lingered through the hug “Let’s go get breakfast.” He said mocking me, and I reluctantly pulled myself off of him.

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