How to kill Peter Parker

Chapter Seventeen

Wednesday
6:17 P.M

Me and MJ both went home. We decided maybe we could go out another time. I layed on my couch and stared at the ceiling. 

Why the hell did Deadpool act that way? He thought I was a random citizen so there's so reason for him to freeze up like that. 

Better yet, why was he fighting a man in black armour? Who is that guy? 

I rub my face with my hands and sigh.

Then I hear my phone ring. 

I sit up and grab it off the coffee table. It's MJ.

"Hello?" I answer. 

"Hey Peter, everything okay?" She asks. I raise an eyebrow.

"...yeah, why?" I reply. 

"Look, there's something I need to tell you. Promise you won't get mad?" She nervously asks. My heart starts racing.

"Why would I be mad?" 

"Look... Peter, I know you like me and all, and that date was nice, but I don't like you in that way. I thought maybe I could make it work... But I can't." She said.

"W-what are you saying MJ?" I stammer. 

"Peter..."

I gulp and hold my breath.

"I'm a lesbian." 

"Y-you're a lesbian? You like girls?" I say quietly. I bite my lip to hold back the tears. I've done enough crying these past couple days.

"Yes Peter. If you don't accept that-"

"No I totally accept that MJ," I say quickly, "I'm sorry... I thought..."

"I'm sorry too Peter." She says. I struggle to catch my breath.

"MJ it's a part of who you are and you can't change that." I say, wiping tears from my eyes. I understand she is who she is and she likes who she likes, but I can't help it. I thought she was the one, I really did. 

"Thanks Peter. Friends?" She asks. 

"Of course. Friends." I say into the phone. She hangs up and I'm left there, with a broken heart. 

Wednesday
8:00 P.M

Basically all I did was eat a bunch of food and watch T.V. I don't know if I forgot how to cope or if my habits are just really bad. Either way, it probably wasn't healthy. To burn some of it off, I go for a late night swing. 

I swing around the dark city, humming the spiderman tune. I go down to the beach by the lake and sit in the sand. Lucky this spandex is a one piece. 

I let out a long sigh, just thinking about things. 

MJ likes girls. She likes girls. She doesn't like me. Not me. 

I pull my legs up to my chest and watch the quiet waves reflecting the glimmering moonlight. 

"It's okay I'll just... find someone else..." I say quietly, even though nobody's around me. 

Or so I thought. 

I turn around to see someone I recognize. 

"Deadpool? What are you... what are you doing here?" I ask, watching his figure in the darkness. 

"S-spidey... hey..." He starts, scratching the back of his head. "How are... you?" He asks. I raise an eyebrow. 

"Good. Are you okay?" I ask, walking up to him.