Not A Chance

Chapter 28 - Peter Parker

A loud knock at the door startled Wade as he laid face down on the couch in his cat boxers whilst another Taylor Swift song played in the background.

He groaned, mad at whoever had the audacity to interrupt. "Leave, I'm not home." He said, his voice was muffled by the pillow over his face. He doubted they could hear him.

'I Knew You Were Trouble' had just started when there was yet another knock at the door. Wade paid no attention to it.

But then there was another one.

And another one.

And another one.

"Maybe you should get that."

Wade whined but obliged, maybe if he opened the door his face would scare away whoever had come to disturb his peace. He got up and walked towards the entrance. "If a man is listening to Taylor Swift is clearly not a good time to interrupt." He stood there with arms crossed over his chest, but should he really open the door though? "Leave."

"I just wanted to see how my shitty best friend is doing cause I'm worried about him." Replied the familiar voice on the other side of the door. He was surprised to hear Weasel, he didn't visit often, he was normally too busy at the pub or masturbating.

Wade cracked the door open just barely and looked at his friend with a pout. "Am I really your shitty best friend?" He asked, flattered by his friend's words.

Weasel nodded with a sincere smile. "The shittiest of all."

Wade opened the door all the way, with the same pout on his face and the best puppy eyes he could pull off, hunched over like the upset little kid he was. Upon seeing his expression Weasel didn't hesitate to open his arms. "Come here."

Wade slowly walked towards him and once he was close enough, rested his head on his shoulder, before Weasel wrapped his arms around him.

"You smell like garbage." Stated his friend as he patted his back reassuringly.

"I know." Wade's arms remained on his sides. "I haven't showered in days."

"How many?"

"I'm not really sure."

"You're disgusting."

"Thank you." He sighed, slowly pulling away as Weasel let go of him. He walked back to the couch and plopped down, his friend wasn't phased by his lack of clothing nor his peculiar choice of underwear. "Thanks for your concern but I'm alright, Weasie baby."

Weasel walked into the kitchen. "Bullshit, Wilson." He opened the cupboard in which Wade kept the cereals and took out the Cheerios. For someone who wasn't often at his place he certainly knew his way around. "You haven't been to the bar since the last time we talked and it's been a while. You haven't even texted me to show me pictures of kittens nor to ask if I've got anything for you." He stuck his whole hand in the box and pulled out a bunch of Cheerios. "I knew there was something wrong so I had to check on your stupid ass." He ate the handful of cereal. "And I believe I know what's wrong." He assured him, his mouth stuffed with Cheerios.

"Thank god he didn't see the Lucky Charms."

"It's Spider-Man again." Weasel continued. "It takes no genius to figure that out, what I want to know is what happened?"

Wade groaned and looked at him, watching as he took a mother handful of cereal to his mouth. "I don't wanna talk about it."

"Oh come on." Weasel complained. "Think of me as your therapist or that friend who needs to know everything about your personal life to keep himself entertained because he's got no life of his own."