Super Human? •PETER PARKER 2•

Chapter 17

I lay in my bed and stare at the ceiling. I can't stop thinking about Peter and Felicia. I don't understand how he can seem to like her as Spider-Man but when they hang out in 'real life' he's not into her. I get my phone out and call Peter. My dumbass is gonna get answers. "Hello?" He asks on the other end.

"Let's hang out," I say with confidence. He's silent as if surprises by my force.

"Right now?" He asks.

"Yeah come over," I say sitting up. "You said you wanted to hang out later. Well it's later," I add trying to sound casual and not as angry. I shift a little waiting for his answer.

"Okay," he says lightly. I hang up and slam my body back on my bed staring up at the ceiling once more. I feel my heart beat getting faster and faster as time passes of me waiting for Peter. I finally hear a knock on my door after a little bit of shutting my eyes. I get up and go to open it. I see Peter standing in front of me as I glance at the clock next to me. It's amazing he came at all since it's almost midnight. I make eye contact with him and smile a bit.

"Hi," I say lightly.

"Hi," he says shifting his backpack on his arm. I stand aside and let him in and he looks around and towards Felicia's room. I watch him look down and shift his feet back and forth.

"Felicia's out. She and everyone else went to the club," I explain acting like I don't know she went out to do Black Cat things and that I didn't follow them. "I don't know when she'll be back," I add. He nods and sets his bag down, sitting on the couch as he does so.

"I wanna talk to you, about the other night," he says. I sit down next to him and shake my head.

"Can we actually talk about not Spider-Man things for once? I just," I pause not wanting to look at him anymore and I end up fixing my eyes on the table by the door. "I just realized we don't really have any time together where we don't do Spider-Man stuff." There is a pause as I laugh to myself. "Or fight," I add. He smiles a bit and shifts again in his seat. I think I'm making him uncomfortable. I look down at my hands and notice I'm running my thumb in figure eights across the back of my left hand. I look back up at Peter clearing my throat a bit. He's not looking at me. He's staring at my hands watching my thumb move up and around.

"I don't mean to always bring up Spider-Man," he says lightly. "I didn't know it bothered you."

"It doesn't. I just think it reminds me that I let you down all those years ago."

"You've never let me down, Stella," Peter says. I look up at him and have a feeling of wanting to kiss him and can feel him lean in but I move back on the couch. He clears his throat and looks around. "Also it wasn't about Spider-Man, but if you don't wanna talk that's fine. What's on your mind?" He asks. I shrug. I don't know what to say. Not about Spider-Man? What else was there to say? I try to remember our little fight, I guess it didn't really end in a fight. Actually we almost kissed, but once again I rejected it. Why do I always reject it? Also I can't say what's on my mind! He'll know everything. "Do you like Star Wars?" He asks me out of the blew after some silence. I furrow my eyebrows.

"Huh?" I ask.

"Do you like Star Wars?" He asks slower breaking up each word as he says it. Almost as if the answer is what makes or breaks him staying around.

"I've never really seen them," I say with a shrug. His eyes widen and he leans back a bit clutching his chest as if I've hit him in the heart.

"Stella, what do you mean? You've never seen Darth Vader, or a light saber?" He asks. I shrug.

"I know what they are about and what happens so I didn't think there was a point in watching them," I say lightly. He seems to be looking around.

"You guys don't have a tv remote?" He asks getting up and looking under the cushions.