"I WILL MURDER YOU!" I shout to Gwen as we walk in between racks of clothing. She just grabbed a short dress and started rambling about how she's planning something with Michelle about Peter. Why do these guys have such an obsession with this? "Don't you dare!"
"Stop screaming! It's a store for God's sake. We are in public," Gwen hisses to me. I suppose her words have a sense of sanity to them, but I never cared about other's opinions on me.
"I don't care!" I reply, purposely raising my voice more to make a point. We engage in a staring contest. Actually, it's a glaring contest.
"Excuse me, ma'am," a timid employee says, walking up to us. "Could you please lower your voice?"
Groaning in defeat, I answer, "Yes. Sorry." Nodding his head gratefully, he scurries away.
"Why? What do you have so against him?" Gwen asks, raising up a valid point not that I'd ever admit that.
"He's just... annoying," I say for lack of better reason. "I don't hate him; I just don't enjoy his company."
"You met him when you both needed a friend. You should be friends!" Gwen says like it defies all laws that we're not friends.
"Why does it matter?" I ask tiredly.
"Because you're cute together," she says before shoving me in a room with a bunch of outfits.
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"I don't get why Michelle doesn't have to do this," I whine as I come out of the dressing room, wearing my favorite outfit. It was a black dress that flared out after the waist and went to my knees. It has lace trailing down the arms. The neckline goes a little past the hollow at the base of my neck.
"Because she doesn't have anyone to impress," Gwen says, twirling her finger to make me turn around.
Following her command, I continue, "Neither do I."
"That's what you say," Gwen replies. "I like this one. We're getting it."
"I can't afford it," I call from the dressing room as I change back into my jeans and shirt.
"I can," she replies. "I'm buying it. Don't even try to argue."
Knowing better, I hold my tongue and don't say anything as I emerge from the dressing room. I tap my foot impatiently as the cashier rings up the dress. Gwen purchases the dress for me.
We walk out of the store and out of the mall to go back to her house. Although we probably shouldn't walk on the streets of New York, we decide to not care because her house is so close. It's like 2 blocks away. No one will rob us in that little time, right?
Wrong.
I feel the bag with the dress being wrenched from my grasp as Gwen exclaims in fright. I struggle to keep a grip on the bag as a bulky man dressed in black tries to take it. Because of my lack of attention or care for P.E., my arm strength is weak, and he takes it easily. My head whips to the side as another woman similarly dressed grabs Gwen's purse. They run away, thinking we won't be stupid enough to follow them.
Wrong again.
"My dress!" I shout.
We chase after them, shouting for them to return our bags as a web shoots out of nowhere. It stops our attackers in their tracks.
"Really, guys? You could at least try to make it hard to catch you," Spiderman quips, chuckling like a child. That voice. "How about this: You give me the bags and I let you get away?" I gasp at the absurdity of his statement. Let them get away? What is he talking about?
Nodding their heads, the robbers hand him the bags before resuming their run. Before they get far, however, Spiderman teases, "Actually, I change my mind." He spins around, hitting them with more webs and effectively adhering them to the wall of the store nearest.
"Wow," Gwen breathes out, her eyes alight with adventure.
Still laughing, Spiderman says to us, "Here you—I mean—here you go, ladies." He lowers his voice and his eyes widen for some reason. It's like he's trying to hide his identity as if we'd know him. He isn't doing a very good job at it.
"You know Peter Parker, right?" I ask, remembering what they said earlier today.
"What? Huh? Oh yeah," he says, stuttering and rubbing his hand on the back of his neck.
Excited, Gwen chirps, "You're coming tonight, right?"
"Yeah! Wouldn't miss it for the world," Spiderman replies, that childish playfulness back. "You know, unless the world is actually in danger."
"You know, you seem familiar," I say, squinting my eyes at him.
"Whaaaaaaaat?" He asks, making his voice extremely high. "That's crazy!" He exclaims before running away, saying, "Gotta go! Bye!"
I recognize that voice. It's on the top of my tongue. I know who it is, I just can't identify it.
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Brunettes ♡ p. Parker
Fanfiction"I hate brunettes." "You are one." "Your point?" A love story, you could call it. A love story between two brunettes. He's perfect, and she's broken. He's had a crush on her, and she hates him. He's a hero, and she becomes a villain. He's Peter Park...
