Kid, tell me what happened: The Sequel

If I Can't Have Everything

It was a rainy Saturday afternoon, and Peter couldn’t help but smile as he watched the droplets spewed onto the cement feet below him. The boy’s smile widened as he felt a pair of warm arms wrap around him from behind, and he pressed a kiss to the owner of the hands. He smiled dreamily at his girlfriend, “Hey MJ.” 

MJ chuckled at Peter’s sappy expression, “Hey yourself dork.” She tucked Peter’s disheveled hair under her chin, eyes glazing towards the window pane, humming along to the dripping sound of raindrops softly pelting against the wall of their apartment as her arms snaked around Peter’s to hug him from behind. 

Peter guided MJ onto the sofa right next to him, gesturing for his girlfriend to lean her head against his shoulder, who eagerly complied. The pair sat in silence, just holding each other as the sound of rain fell in the background, creating a soft echo. A few moments of silence passed when Peter suggested, “Let’s go out. There’s no use in just staying inside. C’mon.” 

MJ chuckled as Peter pulled her off the sofa and led the two of them outside. Outside, drizzling and puddles had begun to form, but neither teenager had cared to bring an umbrella, only focusing on the loving smiles on each other’s face. 

I can't write one song that's not about you

Peter was glad that the two were dressed in casual clothes and not something like pajamas as he let the rain fall over him, pulling his girlfriend with him, chuckling as MJ’s eyes lit up with love and happiness. Not that Peter cared if he was in his pajamas, anyways. He laughed as she sprayed water on his face, provoking him to splash her back, causing a lighthearted giggle to spill from her lips. 

Peter twirled her under his arm, and MJ followed as rain embedded itself in her hair. The couple made an odd sight, dancing in the rain but neither of them cared. Peter kicked some water towards his girlfriend, who in turn squealed as she sent water spraying at him not long after. 

Can't drink without thinkin' about you

“I missed you earlier,” Peter said as his fingers interlocked with MJ’s. 

“Awe,” gushed MJ, “I missed you too. Jamenson was keeping me late with his usual rhetoric. Spiderman’s this, Spiderman’s that, he’s obsessive and blind too. Spiderman is a hero,” she winked, “My hero.”

Peter gushed, “Awe, I’m honored, that’s so sweet.” 

MJ added, “You’re such a sap Parker, you know that? A sap.”

Peter added with a wink, “You love it though.”

MJ breathed out with a chuckle, “You know I do.” 

Is it too late to tell you that
Everything means nothing if I can't have you?

Peter smiled as the rainfall poured harder, drenching the two lovebirds but they could’ve cared less. Something caught Peter’s eyes and a wicked grin pulled on his features, “Puddles!” He instantly let go of MJ’s hand and with every fiber in his being jumped onto the first puddle he saw, completely and utterly drenching MJ as droplets sprayed everywhere. He giggled as water soaked MJ’s hair and she was giving him a look but from her humored smile the teenager knew no offense was taken. 

I'm in Toronto and I got this view
But I might as well be in a hotel room, yeah

MJ retorted as she placed her hands on her hips smirking, “Oh you think that’s funny don’t you? Well, take this!” She lunged for a neighboring puddle and jumped into it, digging her feet into the moist ground to draw out as much water as possible, and send it all onto Peter’s soggy clothes. “How’d you like that?”