(TW: There is some violence and a mention of guns in this chapter. If you want to skip over that part, it starts around when they go to the pizza place and I will mark when it ends. Thank you for reading!)
It takes a lightfoot lady to lead a double life
It takes a good book maybe if you want to do it nice
When you idle at the stop light you better get the signal right
Light foot lady, you need a double life
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"So, I was thinking the three of us could have a sleepover this weekend," Betty says at our lunch table, her eyes shifting between mine and MJ's to see our reactions.
"A sleepover..." MJ repeats, mulling it over.
"Could be fun," I respond, crumpling up my trash.
"I'll go if Y/N's going," MJ agrees, and Betty grins.
"Awesome! We can talk about boys, and-"
"We can talk about Ned?" MJ clarifies, and I laugh. Betty's face goes red.
"You two have to drop that." She whispers. MJ's face breaks into a grin.
"Fine," She agrees. "Only if we can get pizza." Betty smiles, too.
"Deal."
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"Shut up!" Betty says mid laugh, throwing a pillow at me. MJ cracks up at my story and I join in. The story is hilarious - and sure, it is at Betty's expense - but it's one I love to tell.
"Betty, I can't believe you did that." MJ says, shaking her head.
"I was ten!" Betty exclaims. The laughter dies, and Betty checks the time. "Do you guys want to go get pizza now?"
"Absolutely," MJ says while I mutter an "I'm starving." Betty smiles, standing up.
"Let's go, then." She picks up her purse and watches me funnily as I pick up my bag. "You can leave that here, Y/N. We are coming back, you know."
"I know," I reply, racking my brain for a reasonable excuse to bring the bag other than my superhero suit is in here and I need it in case I have to kick bad guy butt. "It's just my money's in here, and all my stuff, and it just makes my life so much easier to bring it." Betty raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything, walking over to the bedroom door.
Real smooth, Y/N.
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"So have you given any more thought to what you want your essay to be?" Betty asks us, a hand on her purse as we walk to the pizza place.
"I'm still trying to weigh it all out," I reply, looking at her. She walks in between MJ and I with me on her left and MJ on her right. "I mean, there's so many pros and cons."
"Plus, this essay counts for a good percentage of our grade," MJ adds, and I nod in agreement.
"Okay, enough about the essay," I wave off the topic. "We have to talk about Ned now." Betty rolls her eyes.
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Prophet || Peter Parker x Reader
Teen FictionY/N L/N leads a pretty normal life: an A average student at Midtown High, well-liked, well rounded, etc. A not so normal part of her life? Being Prophet, a superhero like figure with incredible abilities and the difficulty of not being able to tell...
