part four / dreaming

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She dreamt about him. However, it wasn't much of a dream per se, more of a replay of memories. The good memories. The ones of them early in their relationship, trying to figure out what the hell they were doing, if it was right. She dreamt about how they spent a whole Saturday afternoon going around to cafés in Queens to see which one did the best hot chocolate so that they could call it "their café". She dreamt about the first time they held hands. It was about a week into their relationship on a Friday and they decided to skip last period together so that they could go to MJ's favourite book store to checkout a book that was just released before it sold out. She remembered how they were walking along the busy streets of Queens just chatting about school stuff. Peter looked good that day, his hair was slightly messy and he had one of his science joke t-shirts on. They were about a block away from the bookstore when Peter's hand slightly brushed off hers. She knew Peter and he's always very fidgety when he's even the slightest bit nervous so she knew it wasn't an accident, he was planning on brushing his hand against hers. She intertwined her hand with his and looked over at him with a smile, he blushed a small bit and smiled. It felt like something out of a romance novel, it was such a small gesture but it was a big step for her. It was perfect. He was perfect.

MJ was shaken out of her sleep when she heard yet another car crash on the street below her apartment.

"Why is everyone crashing their cars today, there can't possibly be another spaceship outside?" She thought to herself. She quickly looked over to the other side of the couch, her mother had fallen asleep too. She opened up the window of her bedroom and climbed into the fire escape looking below. She didn't believe what she was seeing. There was people... turning to dust. There was people screaming and cars crashing and bikes falling. MJ didn't know what to make of what she saw. Her first instinct was to call Pet... but he was gone. Instead she called out for her mother who was awoken by the sound of MJ's voice calling her name. She quickly rushed over MJ who was staring, horrified on the chaotic streets below. Not knowing what in the name of God was happening.This day was such a mess she just wanted to restart the day. She wanted all this to go away.

About an hour later it was all over, there was less and less noise coming from the streets. Her and her mother were sitting on the couch huddled together, in shock of what they just saw, thankful nothing happened to them. The news was just there for background noise. MJ couldn't help the fact that no matter what she thought about to distract herself, her mind always seemed to go back to Peter. It was getting late and she was tired. It had been a very long fucking day and she was still in shock. Between Peter, not knowing where he is, if he's even on this planet or if he's still.. alive and this thing with people turning to dust she really just couldn't take it. She couldn't sleep. She needed him. Even though she was with her mother she couldn't help but feel a part of her missing.

She decided to write on a post it note to her mom saying she couldn't sleep so she was heading over to Peter's place. She knew he wasn't going to be there deep down but at least she could sleep in his bed for tonight. His bed felt smelt like him, she felt safe there. They shared many memories there.

Even though Peter's apartment was only a block away, the walk felt like forever. The streets were a mess, there was people everywhere, random belongings scattered, empty crashed cars. She didn't know if the rest of the world had experienced.. whatever this is but New York was in complete disarray. She didn't know if Aunt May was home or not, nor she couldn't imagine what May is going through right now but she didn't want her to be alone right now. She has lost so much in these past few years, she deserved some company tonight. Peter had given MJ a key to his apartment in case of emergencies and she did the same.

She let herself in, calling out for Aunt May. May came around the corner of the kitchen, her hair was tied up in a messy bun and her makeup was smudged. MJ raced over and hugged her tightly. They talked for a while, MJ tried to reassure her as best as she could. MJ was still heartbroken and tried her best to conceal her hurt but May knows MJ and she knows when she's trying to hide her emotions. Both found it comforting that they were both feeling the same hurt, the fact that they weren't alone.

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