Unaltered friendship

Part 9 : trustworthy neihborhood spiderman

Y/N's POV/// At first, I didn't understood what it was. I wiped my face again. And as I realised I was losing control of my feelings, I suddenly collapsed under all the burden of this. I cried my eyes out, right in front of the building I just came out from, in front of everyone. I buried my face in my hands, sobbing. And I walked. I just needed to go away from here. The more steps I did, the more tears rolled down my cheeks. I hid my face by putting my hood, and walked faster. Too much questions in my head were tumbling out. I was looking down.

 Suddenly, I bumped into someone. I looked up. "Oh, sorry.." I weakly said. It was a beautiful girl, with wavy and dark hair. She looked at me, firstly surprised, and then worried. "No, it's me...a-are you okay ?" she said, staring at me with insistence. I looked down, wanting to hide my red eyes, and wet cheeks. Some strands of hair were stuck on my face due to the tears. "Y-yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine" I lied. I started to fiddling with my sleeves. Then I thought about Peter, exactly when he does this when he's stressed or nervous. I stopped immediately, as tears came back even more. "Are you sure? you look...troubled" she said, putting a friendly hand on my shoulder. Firstly surprised, I remained silent. "I-I...I'm okay, don't worry" I answered. I would have smiled at her if I knew my face wouldn't betray me about my frame of mind. She smiled, and removed her hand from my shoulder. "I'm Liz. Liz Allen" she introduced herself. I thought very kind of her to care about someone she didn't even know before. "I'm...y/l/n" I said. "Wait...aren't we in the same class for-" "probably, I don't know" I said, just wanting to not talk about class and school for the moment. "Well, if you ever need something, y/n, I'll be right here" she said, smiling. She was so sweet, and I didn't ever know her. I just felt so...reassured. "T-thank you so much Liz.." I answered. I was so surprised, I just kept stammering. " It's nothing, really. I got to go now, see you y/n !" she said, waving. I saw her moving away, and entering under the building I just ran away from. I turned back, and kept my way. I touched my cheeks. they were dry.

 I walked maybe 1h til my house, as I missed the bus. I don't even know how Peter managed to arrive in time today, without taking the bus, and without being late. He lives maybe 500 meters away from here. Once I arrived at home, I took off my hood, and took a deep breath. I wiped my face one last time. Then I slowly opened the door. Through the half-open door, I examined if my dad was already here. "Dad?" I whispered. Heavy silence. I entered in, and called him again but no answer. He was still at work, probably. I took off my jacket and went upstairs, straight in my room. Once in, I took off my bag of my shoulders, putting it down heavily, and fell on my bed. I stared at the ceiling, analyzing the fluorescent stickers glued on it. It has stayed here during all that time. Since I first lived here actually. Memories about how I put them here came in my minds. I smiled.

 It was summer, Peter and I were 7. He was wearing a "Stark Industries" tee-shirt. I was too small, so I climbed on his shoulders, and glued those things on the ceiling. Then he stumbled, making me falling on the bed. But he broke his wrist. Ironic, because I was the one who was high enough to fall and break a bone, but it was Peter's turn apparently. Well, he kind of "saved me" by falling in the way that I'd fall on the bed, and not on the floor. Once again, I was too small so he had to lift me up. I laughed inside. Then it reminded me that moment, at the library. When I was trying to reach that manual at the top of the shelve. And so, when he took me by the waist to help me. Then I stumbled. Exactly like he did for the stickers adventure. I remember his stare. His two embers. The feeling I had when I was so close to him was so...I don't know. I felt safe. And...kind of comfortable. And his curls. How about his brown soft curls that were falling over his forehead and-

I suddenly sat up straight on my bed. C'mon y/n ! Was I really describing him with each details like if I was...no. I shook my head and decided to watch tv shows til I go to bed.

*** 

I opened my eyes, and yawned. I saw that I wasn't in pyjamas. I kept my outfit of today. I quickly looked at my watch. It was 10pm. I layed back in my bed, sighing. Then I heard something from the living room. I stood up and walked to the stairs, dragging my feet. I went downstairs slowly, and then, to the living room. When I entered in the room, I saw that the tv was still on, and my dad was sleeping on the couch. He probably fell asleep. I smiled as I turned the tv off, and went to the kitchen. I saw that he left a note on the fridge. "Honey, you'll probably wake up late in the night as always, so I made you sandwiches. Hope your tv show was great. Love u" it said. I smiled, and picked the sandwiches. 

I went upstairs, about to go in my room when I saw the door which was leading to the attic, and so, the roof. I smiled. I went to my room to take my jacket and went up to the roof. Again, when I opened the door, a gust of nighty wind blew my face, feeling the biting cold. I slowly walked to the middle of it, and watched the view. I closed my eyes and inhaled the chilly air that filled my lungs. "You better do up your jacket, or you'll catch a cold" someone said behind me, while landing. I smiled, and turned over. He was there. "So...Spider-man, right?" I said, as I slowly approached. "Yeah, Spider-man" he answered, kind of laughing. I laughed too, and did up my jacket. I lost my glance in the lights of the city, which was still making me smile. "Are you...uh...are you okay ?" he asked, sitting down next to me. "Could be better..." I sighed. I faced him. "And you?" I said. "Could be better too..." he said. "Did you ever think all is going too fast and you're missing something ?" I asked, without thinking. I immediately regretted what I just said. He faced me. "Yeah, sometimes I do" he answered. "W-why this question?" "Oh...uh, sorry it's...I don't know, I just had kind of a bad day. But I don't want to bother you with that" I said, with a forced smile. "I-it's okay, you'll never bother me" he said. I could tell he was smiling under his mask. "You know, I have this friend who I met again after 7 years. I'm so happy to having met him. I didn't realised it but I missed him so much. I kind of feel relieved when he's with me. But I feel that something changed about him. Well, people change after 7 years, but I know him since I can speak. So...I don't know" I confessed. I don't know why I was doing that. I didn't even know him. But I trusted him. As if I knew him, actually.

 "And there's my other good friend, who I met after Pet-..., uh, I mean the guy. And we were best friends, the three of us. The trinity. But now, I met them again, and it all changed..." I said, quietly. He was listening me, silently. I looked at the view while I continued. "Today I saw my two best friends who I missed so much, who I couldn't expect to meet again, but I'm so happy I did, I saw them tearing apart. This, the friendship we took so much time to shape, we took so much time to appreciate, get to know each other, and then accept a new member and kind of reshape this new friendship by being 3. Obviously I knew it would break when I left 7 years ago...because I had to. And now I'm back, and the first time I saw again Pet-, uuh the guy...oh shit, Peter. His name is Peter. Well, I was so happy that I thought we could..." I let a sob getting out in a breath. "...Start over" he said, slowly facing me. I faced him too, starting to get watery eyes again. I could feel his glance passing through his mask and staring at me. "You know, I think that Peter.." (his voice kind of 'changed' and went a little higher ?) "...should...uh...you...no, he should tell you the truth. I think things did changed since you left. But you just need to know what, and why. Maybe, well I'm sure, Peter need answers to questions too. And both of you should apologize. I think Peter is truly sorry...and he probably feels guilty. He just wanted to keep you safe...or...I don't know. But he surely didn't want to hurt you because he lo- uh, likes you...maybe? Well, he appreciates you. You're best friends..." he told me, starting to fiddle with his hands. I thought cute the way he suddenly got nervous, it kind of reminded me Peter. "I..I like him too." I admitted. I felt surprised from myself. I raised my eyebrows, and so did he, at the same time. "Uh, I-I mean, he's my best friend...I like him in a friend way.." I laughed nervously. So did he. Then, he stood up, and stretched his hand to help me to get up. "Thank you so much" I said, once on my feet. "Oh, it's nothing, I'm a gentleman" he simply said. "I meant...for listening me, and what you said. It helped me. Thank you, Spider-Man" I said, giggling. "It's okay, I..like to help people who are in need" he said. Then he started to step back and run at the edge of the building. "You're definitely a trustworthy neighborhood spiderman !" I said while he slung a web on the next building. "Always here for you, y/n" he said, while he dived into the void. "Oh thank yo-, wait...you know my name ?!" I shouted, running to the edge of the building. As I saw him swinging to another building, I could hear his laugh echoing in the streets and being lost with the wind, in the cold night.