It's the street lights that tell me I need her. Walking down this street alone, it looked like nothing; a typical late-night, little city street. But walking down the street with Gwen, the traffic lights turn into stars and the ache in my gut turn into a kind of fullness. I open my mouth to tell her I need her, I love her, and she kisses me into silence. When I open my eyes, the stars are still shining.
I wake up in Gwen's double bed- our double bed till a couple of months ago. 'Forget this ever happened, okay?' It's the first thing either of us has said the whole night.
'I don't want to forget.'
Gwen looks at me. 'You don't?' It's one of those rare times when I really have no clue what she's thinking.
'No.'
'Well you'd better, if you're not going to stay!' she responds, suddenly angry.
I could apologize, I could promise never to leave again, but that'd be a lie and she'd know it. I pull her in, kissing her. 'Peter! Don't think you can just kiss me and I'll forgive you! See, this is why I didn't want us to talk, I just-'
'Gwen. Listen,' I say, dead sure of what I'm about to say. 'I love you more than I love being Spiderman.'
'I don't want you to love me more than you love being Spiderman. I just want you to love me. And I want me to love me. And I want my dad and I want to make him proud and I really, really want you.' She's close to tears.
'You know what I want?' She shakes her head. 'I want to make you smile. And I want to make you feel better. And I want to make my dad proud too, you know, and my mum, and Aunt May and Uncle Ben. But most of all, I want to make you smile.'
She grins. 'Why are we acting like sixteen year olds?'
'We are?' I gently wrestle her onto the duvet.
'You know, like, this is all about finding out who we are. Spiderman or Peter Parker. For me, smart college girl or superhero's girlfriend.'
'You can be both!' I can't work out if she's teasing me or if this is important.
'I know. But half the time I feel like the cliché clever girl who cares more about uni than boys and the other half I feel like a bad remake of Lois Lane.'
'That's how you see yourself?'
'Yeah...' She giggles, but I think she feels she's revealed too much.
'Well, in reality you're the sensible college girl who's the smartest in her class and is gonna go on to change the world, and you're also adorable. And pretty. And funny. And good at kissing.'
She throws the blankets over my head and laughs.
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Hold On Hope
Fanfiction" 'Gwen,' Peter whispered. 'Gwen!' He wouldn't let the first tear fall out, because that might signify the end. The first tear would mean it was true, that Gwen really was lying among pieces of broken metal, with screams echoing above her. Screams s...
