The Masks we Hide Behind || Peter Parker [1]

eighteen: back at it again

"For the last time, Lucas, you are not trying my suit on!" I whisper shout, slapping his hand away from the bin.

"Please?" He whines. "I've been begging you to let me try it on for two days."

"No!" I continue to whisper shout. "Get out of my room!"

"When are you gonna go back out again?" He asks as I shoo him out of my room. He stands in the doorway, turning to face me.

"What?"

"You know," He says, doing weird hand motions. "save the city."

I roll my eyes and push him out the door. "Leave." He steps back into my room, naming off a list of things I may do when I run around the city in a superhero suit.

"You could probably get a free milkshake from Jack in the Box, dance with street performers, which actually sounds really fun, sit on a rooftop and listen to music, take a nap, go on a hot date with the Spider-Man, go to-"

"Lucas!" I snap.

"By the way," he says. "Who's the Spider-Man?"

"Could you be quiet?!" I whisper shout, my eyes wide. "Mom's room is literally right there!" I continue, pointing to the right.

"Sorry," He says. "DO YOU KNOW WHO THE SPIDER-MAN IS?" He yells. My jaw drops, and my eyes are still wide, and I probably look ridiculous.

"What's going on?!" I hear Mom yell from inside her room.

"Lucas is being an idiot!" I shout back.

"She's being the idiot!"

Mom throws her door open, her hair soaking wet and a towel wrapped around her body. "Are you two eight years old?!" She snaps.

"No," we reply in unison.

"Then stop acting like you are!" She snaps again. "And stop arguing." She slams the door shut behind her, and I assume she returns to the shower. I sigh and shove Lucas out of my room, shutting the door behind me. I collapse onto my bed and pull my binder onto my lap, sliding my homework out of it and turning to look out my window. It's dark out, but the bright lights of the city light up the night.

I return my attention to my homework and start scribbling down answers, focussing on getting it done. I soon hear footsteps approaching my room, and I roll my eyes once I hear my door open.

"Lucas, for the last time, get out!"

"Mom wants you to make dinner." He says. I sigh and roll my eyes again.

"Why can't you?" I ask, setting my stuff to the side and getting up from my bed.

"The last time I used the microwave I nearly burnt this place down." He says flatly.

"Oh. Right. You could smell smoke from even down the hallway." I sigh, brushing past him.

"Exactly. You think Mom trusts me in the kitchen?"

"She doesn't trust you at all," I call, looking over my shoulder to see him disappear into my room.

"Lucas, for the last time, get the hell out!"

"Madelyn Lee!" I hear Mom say as she comes down the hallway.

"Sorry." I sigh, rolling my eyes as I see Lucas step out of my room with a smirk. I enter the kitchen and grab the box of shell mac 'n cheese from the shelf above the fridge, grabbing a pot from under the sink.

"Also," Mom says as she collapses onto the couch and turns the TV on. "why were you two arguing about the Spider-Man?" I look up at Lucas, raising my eyebrows.