By Sunlight (P.P + M.J)

16. Should I be Worried

It was close to one in the morning when Peter finally got back to the apartment. Jack wasn't back yet, and he kicked off his shoes and threw Jack's clothes on the couch. After hanging up his jacket, Peter was on his way to their shared room when Jack's phone buzzed from his jacket pocket. He stopped in his doorway, then slowly turned back to the couch.

Who could possibly be texting the lycan at this time? Jack only had six contacts in his phone, and he didn't think any of them would be talking to him right now. He knew deep down he shouldn't have, but Peter's curiosity was too strong to be held back. Padding over to the couch, he slipped the phone from its pocket and tapped the home button. Peter read the text, an eyebrow raising when he saw the contact.

The One They Fear:
Hey dumbass are you back home yet

It was the name Jack used for MJ.

Why would she be texting him if he was back home yet? Wasn't that something she was supposed to ask Peter? Almost as soon as the thought crossed his mind, his own phone buzzed, and Peter reached into his jean pocket and read the text.

Tall One <3:
Hey loser are you home yet or did you run off for some late-night hellraising like dumbass 2.

While Peter wondered why she didn't ask him first, he decided to put all intrusive thoughts away, figuring she was just checking up on them. She probably did the same thing with Ned, as unlikely as that seemed. They were superheroes after all, and making sure they weren't out trying to get themselves killed was something MJ often did. He sent back a quick reply.

Just got back, though Spots isn't here yet. Probably got distracted by a snowflake or something.

He dropped Jack's phone back on his clothes and went into his room. After changing into some pajamas, he was about to hop onto the top bunk and snuggle in for the night when he heard Jack's phone buzz again. Was it MJ again? If it was, what could she be asking him? Peter put away his rising questions, deciding there and then that he was not going to be that roommate. The kind that invaded his friend's privacy. Even when Jack's phone buzzed again and again, he ignored it. He refused to let some simple texts get to him. Jack and MJ were close, sure, but they weren't that close. He didn't know why he was allowing his thoughts to run away from him, and as he jumped into bed, he disposed of them completely.

Like any teenager his age, he stayed up for an hour longer on his phone, scrolling through Tumblr and watching a new video of "The Singing Werewolf of Manhattan" that had come up on YouTube, chanting "I Bet My Life" quite loudly on the Brooklyn Bridge. Peter smiled before scrolling through Jack's Tumblr, which was just a blog dedicated to his superhero persona. It consisted mainly of selfies in different parts of the city or with fans, and he had a ton of followers. It helped with his self-esteem, Jack had said, to see that people actually liked him for who he was now rather than a few months ago. It made him feel forgiven, accepted in a city where he was sure he would be hated. He encouraged Peter to get one, but the web-slinger didn't need the confidence boost. But as his eyes got heavier, his plugged his phone in his extended charger cable and put it away.

He may have been asleep for an hour when he heard his bedroom door open. It was Jack, and he shone his phone light into the room as he snuck in. Even though his eyes were closed, Peter heard him shuffle around the room before settling into the bottom bunk. He realized that he didn't often hear Jack come back to their room, always figuring that he was asleep when the werewolf snuck in. He wasn't particularly quiet, and if he was always like that, how had Peter not heard him more often?