Truth is... I'm a Stark

My best friend's a superhero

Ned Leeds had had a pretty average day. Nothing out of the ordinary. He woke up in the morning, showered, ate breakfast then left for school - as usual - he met up with Peter, who was - as usual - borderline late and asked his best friend to come over to his house after school and build his Lego Deathstar, who declined (again!). He then, went to class, ate lunch with his best friend Peter and his other...friend? MJ, got ditched by Peter at went home by himself - all per usual. So when he returned to his house and his mother asked him how his day had gone, he, once again, had nothing to say and so replied with a simple yet effective: 'it was fine' and went to his room.

About an hour had passed and was Ned sat on his bed typing an essay on 'Animal Farm'. It might've looked like the boy was engrossed in writing about the connotations George Orwell was trying to convey but in truth he really couldn't care less; his body was on autopilot, typing up basic paragraphs of points littered with 'smart' words to make it more convincing while his thoughts were in the future wondering how he was going to put together a three thousand eight hundred and three pieced Lego set without any help.

Now you maybe thinking: 'why would Ned have to build the Death Star on his own, he can ask someone other than Peter.' But you'd be missing a key factor...

He would need other friends for that. And though it is a flattering assumption, it's also incorrect. Ned Leeds best and only friend was Peter Parker - people weren't exactly lining up to be friends with the chubby Star Wars nerd who wet his wet his pants in sixth grade while giving a speech about Abraham Lincoln. So, no, without Peter , Ned had no one to hang out with.

Staring at the idle box of LEGO in dismay, Ned began to think. Well Peter did say that the Death Star was cool and he never explicitly said he couldn't hang out today, he just said that he was kind of busy but he could be home.

Ned looked at the text he sent his friend earlier:

Sup Pete can I come over so we can build the Death Star?

Still no response.

'He's probably just broken his phone again' Ned thought.

Ned had two options: he could stay home and finish his essay, lonely as ever, or he could go to Peter's apartment and hopefully his friend would be there.

"Hey mum! Can I go over to Peter's?"

Ned closed his laptop. He could write about the battle of Cowshed another day, he was itching to build the Death Star.
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"Hey Mrs Parker."
"Hey Ned," Aunt May greeted the boy who stood at the door.
"Is Peter home?" Ned asked.
"No," May replied. The boy's face fell, "but you can wait if you like - and stay for dinner," she added upon noticing this.

Ned crinkled his nose slightly in disgust; May Parker was, to put it in more polite terms, a terrible cook. But that also meant they'd probably end up ordering takeout which was perfectly fine with Ned. So instead he gave a cheery: "thanks Mrs P!" And went to Peter's room to wait.

And he waited...

And waited...

And waited...

He's probably just at Delmar's or something.

10 minutes later...

I guess I'll start building it without him.

30 minutes later...

Maybe I should just leave.

Ned looked down at the near complete Death Star sadly, he made to leave the bed until he heard scuffling at the window and the sound of it opening.