Assumptions

Betty

If you had told MJ that she would be at a girls sleepover, she would've laughed in your face. But here she was, in the organized and pristine room of one Betty Brant. Months ago she wouldn't have ever agreed to this.

But months ago she was not the same girl she was now. She had friends. like actual friends who she could talk with and make jokes. Sure we Ned and Peter were great, but it was nice to get to hang out with a girl every once in a while. so when Betty started hanging around more (she had a thing for Ned) MJ became friends with her. During a random lunch discussion, MJ may have let it slip that she'd never been to a sleepover before. Ned immediately invited her over to join one of their nerd sleepovers, before Betty intervened and said that she needed a proper slumber party with girls, snacks, and definitely no boys. Betty was not taking no for an answer and suddenly MJ found herself with her bag packed and on her way to the Brant household.

Betty's mother had opened the door and welcomed her. Their home was very organized and MJ couldn't help but notice that Mrs. Brant was just an older version of Betty. Betty came down the stairs and immediately led her to her bedroom.

Betty was currently on the hunt for the only black polish she possessed for mani-pedis, so Michelle took the opportunity to look around. she observed that Betty kept things very neat and organized, a habit probably passed down from her mother. her eyes landed to a very familiar pen on Betty's desk, sticking out against the general pinkness of the room.

"Betty, is that Ned's star wars pen?"

Betty, who had been rummaging around in her bathroom, popped her head out. "What?"

Michelle eyed the desk with a smirk and suddenly Betty ran out of the bathroom, making a beeline for the desk. Michelle rushed up off from her space on the floor and made it to the desk before Betty could stop her.  She used her height to her advantage and held up the pen, away from Betty's reach.

"This is Ned's pen," she said in triumph.  "He's been going crazy looking for this for weeks. And you had it this whole time?"

Betty gave up trying to get the pen back and sat on her bed, scarlet from embarrassment. "He lent it to me a few weeks ago and I found dit when I was cleaning out my backpack. I was going to return it to him, I swear."

"When?"

"I don't know. Soon."

"Or did you plan on keeping it because he's your boyfriend and it makes you think of him?" Betty glared at Michelle's smug expression. "I'm right aren't I?"

"Maybe. What do you care?"

"I think it's kinda cute."

Betty stared at her with an unreadable expression. "Hmm, wouldn't peg you as a romantic."

Michell snorted. "I'm not. All I'm saying is that you and Ned would be really cute together."

Betty rolled her eyes. "Sure. Whatever you say. I just think it's funny how you're this stoic person who pretends to not have feelings when you do."

Michelle smirked. "You'll never know. "

"You're doing it again."

"What?"

"Trying to ignore conversations about your feelings," Betty said matter of factly. "I think it's cute that you're afraid to talk about your feelings. Makes you more human."

Betty disappeared back into her bathroom to finish looking for her nail polish. Michelle still not had moved from her place. She set the pen back where she found it and walked into Betty's bathroom. Betty was on her knees, looking under her sink.

"Found the black!" she exclaimed as she sat up.

"I'm not afraid of talking about feelings. I just don't like to "

"Because you're afraid."

Michelle huffed and walked back out to the room. Betty followed and placed her nail supplies on her nightstand, sitting on the bed. She motioned for MJ to sit beside her.

"Hand please." MJ complied placed her hand in Betty's Betty began the process of filing her nails.

"What makes you think I'm afraid?" Michelle asked.

"You always change the subject when people ask more personal level stuff."

"I do not."

"Do too."

"Name one instance?"

Betty thought for a moment, pausing her filing. "The Spiderman thing?"

Michelle's eyes widened. Oh. That. "What about Spiderman?"

Betty grabbed her black polish and began painting MJ's nails. "Well, first of all, Harry asked you out and you said no. So when Ned asked you if it was because of someone else you said Spiderman."

"So?"

"Nobody knows his identity, not even you. I figured you said to him for that specific reason. "

"Because no one knows his identity?"

"It's an easy out. No one can really do anything about it. How many girls do you think to have a crush on Spiderman? Probably a lot, including Liz." Betty motioned fro Michelle's other hand. "Now I think you said it as a cover."

"A cover?"

"Yes."

"For what?"

"For who you really like?"

Michelle scoffed. "I said it so they would leave me alone. I don't actually like anyone. So congratulations on being half right."

"But-"

"I'm going to grab a glass of water. Do you want something?"

"No. I'm fine."

"Okay." Michelle grabbed her phone and headed downstairs to where Mrs. Brant was in the kitchen.

Betty smiled. She thought MJ would avoid the question. She had a feeling Michelle did like someone. Someone she knew.

Seeing as Michelle had evaded the conversation, Betty assumed right.