Dear Diary...

Part 3

Dear Diary...

February 14th, 2017

You won't believe what happened today! I showed Y/n the painting, the finished one. She loved it. It was a much better reaction than I expected. Although I learned some insane information too. Let me run through it for you...I learned last night that Micheal, the kid who bullies me. Not only is he a year older. He's the one. The dealer of all the substances. I let him get away last night because I was so in shock. I just have to catch him. When? I-I don't know...I-just...Ugh, I can't catch him because Micheal is Y/n's brother! Her brother! What do I do? I can't catch the guy, then she'll hate me. Unless she has no idea he's doing this stuff. What would she say if I arrested her brother? Wait...she doesn't know I'm Spiderman. So I'm good to arrest him. But then she'll hate Spiderman, things would never work, would they?

-Earlier that day-

"You painted this-Peter this is insane!" Y/n said wide-eyed. "Heh It's not THAT good," I said scratching the back of my neck...a nervous habit of mine."Are you kidding? This is the nicest thing anyone has done for me," she smiled. I was walking with her on the way back to my apartment. I didn't notice at all, Micheal and Flash were walking towards us. I'm assuming it was so he could just pass by and leave me alone. I was so caught up...taking in the moment. Talking to my crush...on Valentine's day no less. "Y/n what are you doing?" Micheal bellowed. Her attention was pulled away from me. "What do you mean?" She shrugged. "Why are you hanging out with Parker?" he pointed to me. I noticed it pissed her off a bit. "C'mon Mike, I'm allowed to friends too," she sighed. He snatched the painting out of her hands. "You made this?" He looked over to me. I felt my face burn. "N-no, I made it...we were doing self-portraits in art," Y/n covered for me. She covered for me. She knew he'd kick my ass. He examined the painting for a while. Just staring it. "It's pretty good sis," he said handing the painting back to her. "Thanks?" she mumbled. "Don't get any ideas, Parker," he whisper-yelled as he walked past me. Purposely pushing me. I stayed quiet for a bit. She has no idea...I can't say anything...She has no idea. "So you guys are related?" I asked. She nodded. "That can't be possible...You guys are like...polar opposites," I commented. A smile adorned her light pink cheeks. "Yeah, sorry for...him, he's very protective of me. I think my parents put him up to it," she giggled. I smiled with her. Oh no, she has no idea. Just smile through it smile...She has no idea her brother is a criminal...I should confer with Ned about this. He'll know what to do right? I can hope. "You don't mind that I keep this painting do you?" she smiled admiring the colors over and over again. "Of course, j-just don't tell your brother I made it," I said looking at the ground."I think he got the idea," she giggled. I smiled walking with my hands in my pockets. There was silence again...Pretty awkward when an older brother hates your guts. "I gotta go, Peter, I-I'll see you tomorrow," she said smiling. "Y-yeah I'll see you tomorrow!" I said waving and a half smile on my face. I looked calm on the outside. I was dying on the inside...Best...Valentine's Day...Ever...

-Back to his writing-

I'm going insane, aren't I? Her brother...her own brother...I swear it was him. I noticed it as he ran away from me. And he knew I made that painting. Whether she covered me or not...I signed that painting on the back. I should warn her about that...If he sees it he'll see she lied. I wonder if she knows how I feel or if she just saw it as a nice thing I did for her. She seemed pretty happy. Her eyes and her expression, they both showed awe. I've never been so proud of something I've made, and I-I'm not even an artist. Anyway-uh back to the whole arresting her older brother thing...HOW THE HELL AM I GOING TO DO THAT? I have no evidence against him except for my own one v one fights with him. I have to get some sort of evidence on him. Maybe I'll get Karen to track him for me. I have to get him off th streets, whether it costs Y/n's admiration or not. I have to get those substances away from the wrong people, or it'll all go sour very fast. She could even get hurt if her brother has those things in his possession... I-I should probably look around the city. I'll write again when I have an update...

-Peter