[3RD PERSON POINT OF VIEW]
-(bold) "This equals yellow voice inside Wade's head"
-(bold underline) "This equals white voice inside Wade's head"
Peter woke up a little frazzled. He usually wakes up around 7:00 and gets ready for school which he dreaded everyday. He didn't see the point. Why should he waste his money that he works his ass off for on something that has no use in his life. He pretty much pushed all of his friends away...OH, AND NOT TO MENTION THAT THE GUY HE WORKS FOR HATES SPIDERMAN, WHICH IS LITERALLY HIS LIFE! That was it. He was done. He was done with school, he was done with work, he was done with…..emotions… He then went to his bathroom to cut.
Wade was surprisingly up. And he had been since like 8:00. he woke up early at 6:00 because the old woman above him was yelling at her cats and he woke up and told he to shut the hell up. At 7:00 he had a wet dream of a threesome with Spidey and Storm from the X-Men and had to wash up… And at 8:00, there was a fucking idiot on the top apartment screaming his head off about how he hates gays or whatever and how he was going to kill every last one.
At that point, Wade was pissed and went up to the top and just killed the guy. In his defense, he was basically a target so he was just protecting himself.
He had been playing video games and ordering pizza for about three hours and then it was 11:00 and he was bored.
"Oooo lets go and spy on Spidey"
"No, what's the point?"
"To check out that ass"
"Why are you always such a downer yellow, one: it's a boner killer and wouldn't help turn on anybody, and two: don't you want to have some fun in you life?"
"DATS RIGHT TELL HIM WADE"
"Could the both of you just shut up! I do like to have fun! It's just that I'm stuck in this damn head of yours, WADE!"
"Awee. Yellow no likey. WELL TO BAD BITCH WE GOIN' TO SEE SPIDEY!"
"Why do I even try"
Peter put on his suit, went out to the window, and climbed the wall onto the roof. He decided he was just gonna drop out of school.
"I mean...what's the point. I already have a job. I don't NEED to learn trigonometry. It's just a waste of time and energy and I don't feel like dealing with Flash and his stupid insults. I can't believe I actually got suspended for punching him after he called me a gay faggot who's going to burn in hell. I'm just through with all of it.."
Deadpool was stalking-
Bitch you know you were stalking.
"WELL...YEA BUT THE READERS DOESN'T HAVE TO KNOW THAT!"
FINE, Deadpool was watching Spiderman from the roof of a building next to the apartment as he was sitting on the edge of the roof contemplating about life. He decided to get a closer look so he ran and jumped off the roof, while in the air pulled out the katanas from his back sheaths, stuck them into the wall of the apartment wall Spiderman lived in, and started climbing up.
After about 3 minutes of climbing, he finally got onto the roof and was panting. He then hid behind the chimney and continued….WATCHING Spiderman.
Spiderman felt the sense of something around him but he thought nothing of it. He was deep in thought as he always was. He pushed those around him who still actually cared about him away because he was too afraid after being left behind by Mary Jane to stay close to anyone.
"…..we should go and talk to him."
"I actually agree in this one"
"Yea I mean why not, I can't do anything about it and you can't do anything about and Wade here is who controls everything we do so WHY THE FUCK NOT?!"
"Glad to see your finally catching on yellow but I actually think I'm gonna fall back on this one."
"HHHAAAHAHA HE TURNED YOU DOWN WHITE! HEHEHE!"
"Shut up yellow! It's just that I don't know what the fuck to say to him….I'm nervous OKAY!"
"C'MON WADE! You got this, YOU'RE THE ONE AND ONLY SEXY DEADPOOL!"
"Well I know THAT but something just feels different this time…."
It was in that moment...that a crow came out of no where and started to attack Deadpool.
SHH JUST GO WITH IT
"OW WHAT THE FUCK?! GET AWAY FROM ME"
And then he fell on the floor flailing his arms trying to swat away the demented crow pecking at his head.
Spiderman now interrupted during his thoughts by a loud voice coming from the chimney, turned to the side to see a random guy in a black and red suit floundering around on the floor. He scrunched his eyebrows in confusion and cocked his head to the side.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
"AHHH TRYING TO GET THIS DAMN CROW OUT OF MY FACE!"
It was then that Deadpool realised there was no crow there at all.
"Really? Now I look crazy. I-is that your plan author? Are you really a spideypool fan because you've done nothing but make me look CRAZY in front of Spidey!"
SHH JUST GO WITH IT!
"DON'T SHH ME-"
"Dude who are you talking to?"
"..no one don't worry about it. My names Deadpool by the way."
"Yea I know who you are"
"Careful don't want to sound stalkerish"
"I'm not surprised"
'Phew' Deadpool thought to himself.
"So..watcha doin'?" Deadpool tried to strike up a conversation. Spiderman just stood there a little confused. Deadpool then sat down and then nodded his head as a way of saying "well….c'mon".
Spiderman then sighed and sat down in front of Deadpool.
"Chimichanga!?" Deadpool offered pulling out Mexican food from his pocket.
'Is this guy for real' Spiderman thought to himself.
"Mmno I'm good."
"Well suit yourself," Deadpool replied taking a bite out of the chimichanga.
Spiderman turned to the side and sighed, then sniffed as a tear fell down his cheek behind his mask. Deadpool stopped eating in the middle of chewing his food and looked up at Spiderman in concern. He swallowed quickly.
'He looks and sounds so sad….why does that hurt ME so much. It's not like I'm in love with him….he just has a nice ass….it's probably juts the chimichanga'
"Well….its a lot."
Spiderman snapped his head up. Did...someone actually care what was going on with him. Deadpool was just staring at him with a piece of chimichanga in his mouth. Spiderman felt...different…
Was it because he was around a guy? No, he hasn't even seen him out of costume so how could he be turned on.
Was it because he felt threatened? No, Spiderman felt VERY open….pretty much the opposite of threatened...more like….loved…..
Has he finally found his muse? Would someone finally help the pain wither away so that dastardly dangerous friend of a razor wouldn't have to any more? Or was it too good to be true?