Little Touch of Heaven

3

Oh my god Ned, MJ actually wants to go to the dance with me    

Peter texted his close friend, finally making it home before midnight, and that made May happy. He lay under the covers in his cozy pajama pants and waited maybe 20 minutes for Ned to text back, and fell asleep.

The next morning Peter stepped into the shower and barely washed himself, so much as stepped in, he was so excited to see MJ. He stepped into his room, with a towel around his waist, and found a pair of black pants, and a white button-down that was kind of wrinkled, and then he purposefully forgot to button the top button. He grabbed a school jacket and his backpack and walked into the kitchen.

"Morning, May." Peter said, and yawned. He unplugged his phone and put it in his pants pocket. Peter than poured himself some milk in a bowl and then poured some cereal over it. He looked over to his aunt, who had scoffed, and was sitting with a disgusted expression on her face.

"Really, milk before cereal? What kind of person are you?" May scoffed, and Peter rolled his eyes.

"It's honestly not that bad." Peter said and grabbed a spoon sitting down beside his aunt.

"No, it really is," May shook her head, and turned to her own avocado toast. "Are you going to the dance with anyone? I just remembered that was tonight."

"Yeah, actually, um. At first I was going with this girl named Liz, but then she said she didn't like how I was getting close to MJ, you know, Miss Potts' intern. So now, MJ and I are going." Peter said, and scooped a spoonful into his mouth.

"How are you planning to get there tonight? I have a night shift?" May asked, worried, because she wanted her nephew to have a social life.

"Oh...um... I can ask someone if they'll pick me up." Peter said and picked up his phone and texted MJ, the newest contact in his phone.

Hey could you pick me up tonight, my aunt has to work the night shift?

Peter finished typing, and almost immediately got confirmation that she could pick him up.

"MJ's coming, so she can meet you, y'know." Peter said and dumped out the extra milk in his bowl.

"Nice, now, if she wants to come long enough to visit, she should come about forty minutes before the dance, because that'll give you twenty minutes of talking, and ten minutes to drive." May said, and went into her room to get dressed for her morning routine.

Peter left the house, walking about five minutes to the corner he and Ned usually met at, and the two boys talked about a lot of things.

"So MJ said yeah? You better be dressin' tonight." Ned said, walking past a girl maybe two years older than them walking a dog. Peter could barely resist reaching out.

"Yeah, I know. I don't think she'll have high standards for me, but May said something similar years ago when there was a middle school dance and I went with Betty Brant." Peter said quickly.

"You used to date Betty?"

"No, no, no. Not date, I thought Betty was cute and Betty thought I looked like I had hives around my mouth a lot, but the rest of me was "pretty cute, and I was kinda funny" so we ended up going together, and we shared, like, one dance." Peter said, laughing at the memory of a small Betty.

"Oh, gotcha. Betty and I are matching for the dance. She has a nice red-orange dress and I have a suit with a red tie and orange cuffs. And I got her a corsage." Ned said, with a blissful look on his face.

"Y'know, I'm glad that we both have dates, so we aren't just shoving food into out mouths and drinking all the root beer." Peter said, still smiling, but now because of his gross memories of throwing up a lot after the dance last year.