Journal Of Gwen Stacy

Page 43; friend or foe?

A/n; WHY DID I CHOOSE THAT PHOTO IM SUCH AN IDIOT IM SOBBING. LOOK AT HIS CHEEKY SMILE AHHH. AMD HOW HIS FINGERS ARE JUST ALL WEIRD N NOW HE HAS TO REACH UP SLIGHTLY AH WHY DOES HE DO THIS TO ME IM SQUEALING

moving on *clears throat*
Journal entry #43

Whelp... the entire trip was kinda a huge letdown...

Hey I said... kinda.. I mean... Peter and I arrived, at the beach I mean... We did our thing.. and chilled.. ya know..went for a jog on the beach... making sure my lungs where going good again..

Yeah they seemed alright. And seem okay now. Man getting to see him running around half naked on a beach... isn't the worst thing in the world..

Okay continuing..

A lot actually happened that day.. including an explosion.. yep. Who'd a thought that wherever Peter goes.. there has to be some kind of.. fight..

With uh.. what was his name again? Some kind of.. bird.. eagle? Maybe.. Falcon.. I don't know..

Peter made me run to Roosevelt. And I did as I was told.. I sat around and waited for him. Eventually he came in and practically fainted...

Well he was awake but really week.. thanks to my trusty nursing skills and his self heal he was fine..
The reason why he got hurt so easily was because.. well he didn't have his suit.. just his web shooters.. so I can't blame him..

Eventually I was done patching him up and we kinda just.. sat there.. Peter was going on about.. that he could die any minute while he's out there,, and yes I know that. But it doesn't mean that he won't fight..

I don't wanna lose my perfect symbiosis..
I can't lose him..
Never in a million years,
If he goes. I go.

He's my life.. and I just don't want to lose him.. he honestly has no idea how much he means to me.. and if he.. died...
I don't know.. I wouldn't know what to do..

Who knew Gwen Stacy needed a lanky and mysterious young man in her life..

I sure didn't..

Anyways.. I don't even want to think about it..  eventually we heard footsteps.. I look up from our hug and spot Harry..
I felt my throat go dry.. I started to feel guilt and anger.. I don't know.. sure I wanted to strangle him.. but you know me.
I'd never hurt a fly.. Well I don't think I would.. yeah actually maybe a fly.. okay whatever, you get my point..

Harry came in, Peter was falling asleep.. I instantly got up and sat on a chair.. leaving Peter leaning on the wall. I don't know how Harry felt..

But I knew how Peter did.. he obviously knows Harry, and how there's still.. good.. in him.. so I tried my best to talk to him..

I'd say we got along.. I mean it started out awkward.. but Peter was sleeping for most of the conversation so I'm guessing he heard nothing..

Maybe this will all pan out..
I don't know.. he seems safe enough to talk to..

It's.. complicated..

Anyways.. maybe I should just head back.. see Jacob.. or something.. I should go. But I have nothing to do.. then again nothing to write about so..

-Gwen

//opEn rp. SORRY I LEGIT STARTED SOBBING HALFWAY THROUGH THIS. n I didn't know what to write