Along Came A Spidey

CHAPTER 25

It's late and I have been waiting for him for about an hour now. Today was the eve of his "vacation" and he'd promised he'd be home much earlier than he usually was. 'Thank God I didn't cook something special' I think as I clean up the kitchen. Then I remember I can't cook anything at all. I take a big breath in, slightly disappointed about the failure of this meeting because, although I knew that he was going to be late, I thought he would at least text me if he couldn't make it.

It's okay, I knew this could happen. He's a busy guy I say to myself trying to convince me that it's not his fault. But, deep inside, I blame him for it. Was it that hard to send a message? Or give me a call? C'mon, he knew I would be waiting here like an idiot until he shows up.

"Stupid... spiderass!"I mumble as I put the leftovers into the fridge.

Once everything is clean I jump into the couch, laying down for a moment before deciding that I deserve a treat to calm my nerves. I take the vanilla ice cream from the fridge and I go back to the sofa to watch something funny, something to cheer me up a bit. After digging into the Internet I click on Shin-Chan just because it always makes me laugh and its episodes are really short.

I stay there enjoying my ice cream and my stupid cartoon, trying really hard not to think about Spidercrap when the telephone rings across the room. I pause the episode after the second ring, aware that it might be important, and I get up pretty slowly to pick it up. I don't even look at the number on the screen, too tired for that.

'Hello?' I say as politely as I can.

"Hey babe, it's me" the moment I hear that I take a slow breath in while clenching my teeth. I. Will. Not. Scream.

"Oh, look who has decided to call! Your friendly liar Spiderman!"

I start walking to the kitchen, nervous, taking my ice cream with me. The frost of the bowl starts melting, drops of water falling to the floor, so I decide to leave it on the counter. I'll finish it when I'm done with him.

"C'mon!"I hear him say with a mixture of mockery and regret in his voice, "I was busy, I meant to call earlier..."

"Yeah, I know the story by now" I cut him, tired of excuses. "What was it today? A super villain on the loose? A robbery? Or a cat that needed help crossing the street?"

There's a lot of noise coming from the other side of the line, but I ignore it. I'm sure that he's not just talking to me. He needs to be doing several things at a time. He's probably watching the city from the roofs, or going grocery shopping for May... he might be even fighting while talking to me, he's done it before. I don't want to know.

"I'm a hero to all."he answers calmly, clearly oblivious to my anger, "you can't let fame make you forget about cats."

In another situation I would have laughed or even smiled, at his comment but not today. Today I want answers, an explanation-a good explanation. One not involving his duties as a superhero, I'm tired of those. This was why our relationship was not going good these days, dammit. This was why he'd taken a week off. But it was crashing and burning before it even flew.

"Well, clearly fame has made you forget about your friends."I grunt as I turn around to face my empty coach, considering if I should end the call right now just for the pleasure of it.

I should probably let this be, forget about this stupid incident and let him fix it tomorrow. But, for some reason, I can't. Even when I've faced this situation before, this time it has gotten into me. I really thought he would make it today... I rest my head on one of the wardrobes letting out a long sigh. If only he had texted...

"No, it hasn't!" he yells and I turn to face the windows and a second later, I see Peter hits one of them, startling me. He opens it from the outside-I only lock them when I leave the house for a long period of time, just in case he needs to get in for something.