[GARBAGE STORY] Spiderman or Peter?

Ooh kill em'!

As I walk into the Daily Bugle. I see stares and jaw drops. I wave to some people, some people wave to me, and some people glare at me. I didn't have my mask on, but I had the suit. I was wearing a jacket and jeans, but you could see my gloves and shoes. "Hi Betty."

She glares at me. Betty kinda was always there for me, giving me bonuses when I needed it, and advances, and now she won't even look at me. She presses the intercom. "J Jonah, Parker's here to see you."

"I'm actually here to see Shuana." I say while raising my finger.

"My mistake." She says pressing the intercom again. "He wants to see Parkinson." She says with a really annoyed voice.

"I DONT CARE!!! I WANT TO SEE PARKER ANY WAY!" I hear him shout. I'm in trouble now.

"I'm sorry Bet." I sigh while walking into the office.

"Parker!" Jonah shouts with his arms crossed.

"Hello sir." I say looking down at my feet.

"IM UP HERE PARKER!!!" He shouts.

"I do NOT need to put up with YOUR CRAP anymore Jonah! I could walk out this door and give this story to NEW YORK TIMES!!!" I shout. I am fed up with his crap! I could give this story to people who don't call me a menace. "NY TIMES IS WILLING TO GIVE ME FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS FOR THIS STORY, WHEN YOURE PROBABLY GONNA GIVE ME TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS!!! So I DO NOT NEED TO PUT UP WITH THIS!" I say slamming my foot to the ground.

"We need to talk money." He said while gulping. "Are you going to sue the daily bugle." He said while stuttering his words, there is a first time for everything.

"Yea, why shouldn't I?" I say while crossing my arms. I can sue him for libel and slander. (If you do not know what that means, look it up on the Internet)

"Maybe this is why you shouldn't." He wrote down a number on a paper. 20,000 dollars.

"Add one more zero, and sure." I say raising my head.

"What about the interview?"

"Change the two to a three, and we are all set." I say plopping in to his chair. Jamison sighs, then pulls out his check book. I put my jeans and coat on the chair, then pulled my mask onto my face.

"Do you want to still be the bugles, *COUGH* photographer." He squeals. I'm SHOCKED. I listen into his head. 'He betrayed me, I will get him. Little does he know about comprehension.'

"Nope." I said annunciating the P. "Can I still get the money?" I say looking at my feet.

"Parkinson's down the hallway to the right." He said in a firm voice. I am so excited. My first interview!!! With Shuana. I walk into the room.

"Spiderman, I'm Parks, but you can call me Shuana." She said popping out her hand. I shake it. Her hand are so little and fragile. She has bright green eyes. Just like Gwen use to. Gwen. I have a quick little depression. Shuana's skin is really soft, I can feel how soft her hand is throw my glove. She has a light shade of brown hair. She is really cute. "I'm only 17," she said while gently sitting in the chair. "But who IS Spiderman? And how did you come to be." She said while pulling out her tablet.

"Well," I say looking around her office. It was a bright shade of pink, with lots of pictures. Some of me, Spiderman. And a few of dogs. "My real name is Peter Parker." The walls have pictures of her dad. I knew him, it was Max Daniels. And just from the picture, I knew her parents were divorced. "Can we stop for a second." I ask staring at the picture.

"Why?" She says with a concerned look on her face.

"Is that your dad?" I say pointing at the picture.

"Yea, that WAS my dad. He still technically is, but I don't think to him as my dad. You know who he is right?"

"Yeah, he turned into electro."

"I was suppose to see him on his birthday. But that's when he turned into, you know who." She said disappointedly. "I see him all the time." She says in a REALLY sad voice.

"On TV?"

"How else, he doesn't even love me anymore."

"Why is your last name Parkinson?"

"BECAUSE I DO NOT WANT TO BE ASSOCIATED WITH MAX!" She shouts all teary eyed. Woah. She runs out of the room. I wait ten minutes, then she comes back. "How did you get your powers?" She asks with her head down.

"I cannot say where, but I was bitten by a radioactive spider that my father created, with Tony Stark."

"How's your family."

"Dead." I say staring at the floor. I hated saying that. I hated when people asked. "My ma and pa in a plane crash. Then my aunt and uncle took over for fourteen years. The uncle Ben was shot. Aunt Mae died recently because of the goblin." I wanted to scream and shout. But my heart ached.

"Who is Gwen Stacey."

I froze. Gwen. Gwen. GWEN. Gwen! GWEN!!! I broke down. "SHE WAS THE ONLY PERSON I EVER LOVED, AND ONLY PERSON I TRULY WILL! SHE WAS MY BEST FRIEND AND THE GOBLIN KILLED HER! HARRY OSBORN WAS ONCE MY FRIEND! AND HE GOES OUT DOING THIS! I WAS GOING TO PROPOSE TO HER! SHE WAS PERFECT! I WILL ALWAYS LOVE, AND MISS GWEN STACEY! WHY DID YOU ASK!" I shout at her.

"It's only fair. You talked about my sad stuff, so we'll talk about yours." She said with her arms crossed.

"It's not sad!" I shout at her. I calm down. "It's my life." I took my mask off. "But if you do not mind, I would like to get this interview started." She giggles. "Oh what now." I complain.

"You're kinda cute." She giggles again. I swear this girl is a recantation of Gwen. "Mmmhmmm. So who is Peter Parker." She say in a cute sassy voice.

"A nerd, but a pretty good one." I laugh out. "He had a mother and a father who use to work at OSCORP. But they left in order to protect me, and the people of this fine city." She was so cute. She made horrible things, seem kinda, okay. "He was a skateboarder, a photographer for the daily bugle, and he specialized of taking pictures of the so called Spiderman." I laughed.

"Ya don't say!" She say sarcastically. "So, skateboarder?"

"Yes! Oh yes! I'm a da boss at dat. Ooh kill em'! I'm da boss!" I feel like all the weight was lifted off my shoulders.

"You've gotta show me sometime." She said all flirty. I go on and on about my life, and how it came to be. And how I wasn't human. Well, how my mother didn't give birth to me. But how I was human. At the end of the interview, I asked her out. It's practically been six months since Gwen's passing and, I think I'm ready.

"Spiderman asked me out! Ooh kill em'!" She shouts. "I'd love to."

"Meet in front of the bugle at seven." I say twirling her around.

''See ya there." She said waving off.

"Man she's cute." I say when I know she cannot hear me.

I've gotta date.