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IRL || Shopping

Before we start, ignore how boring the title of this chapter is haha I'm not creative enough to think of anything clever

MJ's POV-

    I sighed, staring down at my faded drawing displayed on my sketchbook. It was the first drawing in my beloved leather-bound book, the one thing I never failed to take with me where ever I went. I vividly remembered when I first drew the picture about a year ago when I was sitting in decathlon practice watching as everyone answered tricky physics questions left and right. I remembered spending the whole hour sketching it and shading it with care, it being one of my proudest works at the time. It was almost painful seeing it now, most of the graphite smudged and rubbed off onto the page in front of it.

    The person in the drawing you may ask?

    Peter Parker.

    Peter Parker: my best friend, one of the kindest people I knew. The subject of most of my artwork (unknown by him as I find that my art has more meaning if the subject doesn't know they're being pictured). The one person able to drive me absolutely insane without doing anything. My crush.

    I took a shaky deep breath and closed the sketchbook, setting it down on the table next to my bed. I had been flipping through all of the drawings I had created of Peter for about a half-hour now. Don't ask me why I decided to do it because I wasn't so sure myself. I had a feeling that I was looking through the drawings because I missed Peter a lot and I would at least get to see a version of him on the pages. 

    I hadn't talked to Peter in a few days. The last time I had talked to him was on an Instagram comment, and I had quite frankly been a bitch. And it was all because I was jealous of him hanging out with my other best friend, Liz Allen, Peter's old crush who had moved to Oregon a few months ago.

    Liz had visited Queens for the first time this weekend since she left. I was beyond excited to see her, but then she went to dinner with Peter and I got jealous. I let my feelings get in the way of being reunited with a friend I hadn't seen in months, all because I was so worried that Peter might still like Liz. I was being too selfish to even take into consideration that this was about Liz returning and not my affections. 

    The worst part about it was that Liz admitted to me that she kissed Peter but he pulled back because he liked me. 

    That was two days ago that she told me that and I still hadn't contacted Peter. And I felt terrible about it.

    You have to talk to him at some point, I reminded myself, glancing at my phone. It wasn't fair to Peter to ignore him. Our friendship was really important to me, and even though I liked him and Liz told me he liked me, our friendship mattered most.

    "Screw it," I murmured, grabbing my phone and opening up Peter's contact. I pressed the call button and waited eagerly, biting my lip nervously, imagining that he wouldn't pick up or accept my apology.

    Peter, to my relief, picked up after one ring. "Hello?" he asked. His voice sounded thick with sleep. I giggled softly to myself. "Oh, MJ. What's up?" I grinned in spite of myself at the fact that he was able to recognize my laugh through the phone. (A.N: before y'all ask, let's pretend Peter picked up the phone without looking at the caller ID haha I gotta make this cheesy)

    I paused for a moment, realizing I hadn't exactly planned out what I was going to say before calling him. So, naturally, I just let the first thing that came to my mind come out of my mouth. "Be ready in five minutes and I'll meet you at your apartment. We're going shopping, loser." And then I hung up.

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    I raised my hand up to Peter's apartment door, taking a deep breath. I was terrified that Peter would be angry at me for being such a jerk to him and wouldn't answer the door, accept my apology, or, worst case, open the door and then slam it in my face.