Dreamland// P. Parker

36. Portals

Saturday, November 18, 2017.

The drive to Upstate New York was the same as it usually was. Except for this time, Peter was with me. His head rested on my shoulder, and he breathed heavily, indicating he was most likely sleeping. I looked out the window as I caressed his fingers gently.

I had wondered if Peter was afraid of ruining our friendship just as much as I was. I didn't want to ruin what we had. Don't get me wron, being with Peter had to be one of the best things that had ever happened to me. But he was also one of the best friends I had ever had as well. It was scary to risk our friendship for a relationship. I didn't want to get paranoid about messing something up, though. It was Peter and me, and we weren't going to mess it up. I knew we would have our ups and downs, like any relationship (or friendship), but I wasn't going to complicate things. We were in control of our relationship and what we wanted. If things go sour, then there must be a good reason for it. But I felt like we had straightened out the kinks. There would be more to come, obviously, but I thought we could smooth them out as we go.

It was bizarre to think about. If I had never fallen in the library, then I wouldn't be where I was. Peter wouldn't be asleep on my shoulder, and I wouldn't be driven to a superhero complex. I wouldn't have ever met Melody, Ryan, May, Ned, MJ, Happy, Tony. But most of all, I wouldn't have ever met Peter. They were all family to me, and even if I already knew who they were, I was re-introducing myself to everyone. Not only had I gained most of my memories, but I also want to make more of them, especially with the people that I care about. And they cared about me, too.

I wouldn't have my powers either. All because I was clumsy, I was able to get my abilities. I was like any superhero in this dimension; I was something. I had never been that to anyone, well, except for my father. I wondered what he would have thought about all of this craziness. I was a superhero. You do not hear that every day. 

And the lines were blurring together as well. All the information I had gathered from one world was bleeding into the other and vice versa. The things that seemed impossible in one world were beginning to become more possible. It was unusual to think about. I have gathered information from two different peoples' lives and combined it into one big personality. I have come from two walks of life. 

I was Lilo Laney, but what did that mean? For example, Peter would define me differently than Jenna would. I mean, that is the case for everyone regardless of what dimension I'm from. But Jenna is my best friend in one while Peter is in the other one. They've seen two different sides of me, so they would most likely describe me contrarily.

"We're here," Happy said as he rolled down the window between him and the pair of us.

I was brought out of my thoughts by Happy's declaration. I looked out the window to see the trees whizzing by us. Ahead of us was the clearing to the complex.

Peter stirred next to me. I patted his hand softly. "Hey, Pete. We're here."

He drew out a breath of air and stretched his legs out. "Five more minutes," he sleepily mumbled.

I hummed at his cuteness. I then leaned down and kissed his forehead. "You're adorable."

He groaned and rolled over, so his face was smushed against my shoulder. 

"Yer sho aderable though," he grumbled against my shoulder.

I patted the top of his head. "Are you that sleepy?"

He nodded his head then sat up from my shoulder. "Honestly? Yes. I haven't had a good night's rest in a while. Last night was the first night in a long time that I slept like a baby."