Peter Parker and Meredith Stacy (A Spider Man Story)

Part 1: Revealed

I run up to my room after doing chores and surviving a huge lecture from my father who kept on going on with the same things about the dangers of this city. At least I didn't have to go through with the explanation of the little red wound on my cheek, since I had taken my hair down and having it fall and act as a curtain over the sides of my face.

I head to my bathroom to wash off the blood. All that is left now is a small red bruise, which I can easily cover up with make-up, thank god. I change into my sweat pants and a tank top that lies next to the sink and run into my bed. Curling up around the duvet with complete exhaustion is heavenly, until I hear a deep, heavy knock on my room.

"Ugh!" I get up to my bedroom door. "I'm tired!" I shout as I open the door. Huh. Nobody is there. I curse to myself as I walk back to the bed. Great, I just wasted hurting my damn muscles getting up for the stupid damn door—I sit up immediately, and catch the sight of Peter crouching down on my fire escape balcony, knocking against the glass with his forehead and his backpack beside him. I run to open the door despite my aching muscles.

"Shh, my parents are home." I warn. He gives me an apologetic smile and jumps into my room, and lands surprisingly quiet. How? I don't know. I notice new cuts and bruises on his face that aren't there before and frown at him. "What happened to your face?"

"I already told you," he says but I cross my arms around my chest to show that I don't believe him. "Rash." He finishes.

I continue to stare at him and he reaches his hand to touch the side of my face. I wince, but he looks more pained than I do. "Rash." I say, mocking his voice. But he doesn't laugh, or smile, like he usually would. He shakes his head and says, "I should've come earlier."

"Huh?"

He drops his hand and leans against my wall, looking at the ceiling. I wait, but he doesn't say anything. 

"So..." I begin but he interrupts me.

"I need to tell you something." He says.

"Oh, okay."

"I've been bitten..." he looks away, and he closes his eyes and frowns. It is like he can't remember how to speak English. I smile, because I think I know what he's trying to say.

"So have I." I whisper and he looks back at me, and the corners of his lips turn up just a bit. I can't help the ridiculous smile that spread across my face.

He bites his lip and starts to stutter again, "Okay, okay, okay, okay, I gotta tell you this one thing, I gotta tell you—it's about the polices and the uh..."

Shit. Oh how I got the situation wrong. "Oh," I take a step away from him, attempting to make it subtle and casual. "Okay."

"What?" he notices my confusion. "Oh, no, no, no, don't—okay forget that, I'm not gonna talk about that right now. I'm going to talk me, okay?"

"What about you?"

"It's impos—I, I wish I could just..." he gestures with his hands, trying to explain how to get the words out. "But I can't, it's hard to say."

"Just say it." I urge him further. 

He looks like he is going through so much trouble right now and I don't know whether he is going to say anything at all. 

"What, what is it?" I ask one last time.

He looks at me again, pauses, and then shakes his head.

"Okay, fine." I frown and look away from him. I am definitely done with this.

I feel a light peck on my cheek. I didn't even notice him walking closer to me. He looks amused. I can feel my expression beginning to light up. "You missed." I say. The effect of those two words seems to electrocute him. He is looking at me with such shock, and then his eyes really seem to glow and his lips keeps quirking up then down again, unsure.