Little Touch of Heaven

7

(A/N: Sorry this came later than the other chapters, I was intending to publish this on 7/22/19 and I got really tired and busy and the added stress of school starting soon, and ended up publishing 7/24/19)

MJ woke up at 3 am Sunday morning, feeling distorted and kind of gross. She sniffled and thought she felt a little congested. NO! She did NOT have a cold. No way. She slid off the air mattress, leaving Peter sound asleep. She carefully made her way to the bathroom and looked in the mirror she saw the regular signs of a cold, huge bags under her eyes, a red nose, and bloodshot eyes. She coughed, and it sounded raspy and gross.

"Damn, I bet it was a combination of the shit I've eaten over the past two days, that pool water, and the fact that there was no heat in this apartment in the beginning of WINTER. And probably because I haven't been exercising lately." MJ muttered to herself and opened the medicine cabinet. She saw that Nasal spray that they show in commercials. She sighed and rinsed it with water, and squirted some up her right nostril, and just to get it over with, quickly moved to the left. She felt her nose clearing and then felt the spray dribbling down into her throat, so she quickly grabbed a paper cup and filled it with faucet water. She rinsed the spray off again, and threw her cup away.

MJ opened the door and turned off the light, and climbed in the bed beside Peter, and felt her spot to be almost cold.

"Uh...oh...are you okay....MJ?" Peter asked through his sleepy voice, and MJ shrugged.

"Not feeling the greatest. But I'll be fine in the morning." she said, and shut her eyes, and turned over. Soon she felt Peter scooting closer to her, and cuddling her. She fell slowly asleep, feeling glad for nasal spray.

Feeling Peter rise from bed, MJ woke up startled, and stood up. She looked around and saw everyone else had gotten up. She turned around and tripped over the couch, forgetting it was there. She carefully stood up and walked around the couch to the counter where everyone was eating breakfast. She sat down beside May and held back a groan. Her nose and throat felt fine, but she was tired.

"You good?" May asked, and she nodded.

"Thank god for super healing, or else I'd be down with a head cold. What are our plans today?" MJ asked, and poured herself some Lucky Charms and then milk in.  She grabbed a plastic spoon and began eating slowly.

"Well, we can get some good pictures on that closed-down bridge, you know, because the foundation was crumbling, but for some reason people are still allowed." Peter said, and MJ nodded. She finished her cereal and poured her milk into her empty milk glass (from before) and drank it.

She went into Peter's room and grabbed her bag, and went into the bathroom to change. She put on her Pepsi shirt and tucked it into some acid-washed jeans, put on a thin belt, and some slip-on blue-and-white checkered Vans, and put her hair in two pigtails, both of them cascading down her shoulders. She decided to do her makeup somewhere else so everyone else could get changed. She decided to wear her glasses yet again, and walked out of the bathroom and sat down in the living room. MJ flipped open her small foundation with a mini-mirror on one side, and put some over her eye bags, and then highlighted her nose a bit. She took out her regular lipstick and put it on. She hadn't realised how red it was until that moment. She quickly put on eyeliner and mascara and finished, putting her stuff away, and sitting on the couch, scrolling her phone. Soon Peter and Ned were awake, and they were ready to go, and she checked the time. Better timing than yesterday. Much.

MJ hugged May goodbye and toted her backpack out that door after Ned and Peter, and waved a final goodbye and shut the door behind her. 

"Can we go to Starbucks?" Ned asked, and MJ nodded and so did Peter. They made the walk to the back parking lot and MJ sat in the back of Peter's car and they drove to Starbucks. When they pulled up, MJ walked in front of the boys and pulled her wallet out. She noted there was new matcha stuff, so she picked two, one cold, and one tea for later.