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Disclaimer: Spiderman belongs to...good gracious, who doesn't Spiderman belong to? Um...let's just say Stan Lee! He belongs to Stan Lee.
©HomeschoolGirl 2012, or at least this actual post is. The characters, not so much. But anyway, please don't use this as your own. Thanks!
She met Peter Parker at a party. She'd seen him before, of course, and she knew of him. Then again, who didn't? All the girls talked about Peter with varying opinions. Liz thought he was cute but boring. Deb thought he was average and a bit of a nerd. Mary Jane thought he was supercute and exciting, though know one knew why. And Gwen thought…well, she thought he was Just Another Boy.
But Peter Parker wasn't Just Another Boy-she realized that the second he started talking to her. He was so much more than cute and ugly and average and smart.
"You're Gwen, aren't you." He said after making his way over to her. It wasn't a question. She was standing alone, in an un-crowded corner of Flash Thompson's house. He was having another stupid party she had to attend just to keep up appearances.
"Yes," she said after a moment, biting on her thumbnail.
Peter smiled, leaning against the wall. His hair was disheveled in a way that stated he hadn't had time to run a brush through it that morning, or just didn't care to. His black, thick-framed glasses were held together in the middle by duct tape. His shirt was partially tucked in, his Levi's were rumpled, and he wore oxfords. Not exactly your typical teenager-or boy, for that matter. But Gwen liked it. He set her at ease.
"Well," she said after a moment, feeling the need to add to her cold response. "I'm not exactly here for pleasure. More business, you know?" She shrugged.
Peter did know. He held his camera up, which she now noticed swung carelessly around his neck on a strap. "Same here. I just had to come to take Yearbook pictures."
Gwen laughed. "So fun, that."
"Being on yearbook. I tried it one year. Wasn't my thing."
Peter nodded thoughtfully. "I like taking pictures…just not of these people." He pointed to Flash. "That guy's a meathead."
"Oh, I know. He's dating my friend."
"Really?" Peter looked interested. "Who?"
Gwen pointed a refreshingly bland hand across the room, where Mary Jane was more or less giving some guy a lap dance. "Her. Mary Jane Watson. The one and only."
Peter blushed and looked down. "I know her, yeah."
Gwen smiled. "You like her?"
He shook his head. "Not really. I just know her."
She shrugged. "Lots of guys like her. She's pretty and smart and witty and fun to be around. She just sucks when it comes to relationships."
"That's too bad." Peter sighed, taking a sip from the coke he held in his hand. He noticed Gwen staring and held it out to her. "Want a sip? My nerdiness is not contagious, I assure you."
She grinned. "I didn't say it was. I just thought it was strange that you weren't…" She trailed off, biting her lip.
"What?" He asked, looking concerned. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No!" Gwen laughed. "You're just not drinking?"
"Oh." Peter exhaled. "I don't drink."
He faced away from Gwen, toward the crowd. "I prefer not to get wasted every opportunity I have to make an impression."
"These people-" Gwen waved her hand around, as Peter had done earlier. "They aren't worth impressing."
"Well, that's good."
She smiled and looked down at her legs, which were covered with tights and an above-the-knee skirt. "It was nice talking to you."
"Sure." Peter turned to go, then spun back around just as quickly. "Oh! I forgot why I came over in the first place. Can I get a picture of you?" He held the camera up.
Gwen shook her head. "I'm the opposite of photogenic, whatever that is."
"No you're not. You're very pretty. So can I take the photo?"
She blushed. "I guess."
So he held it up and told her to say pepperjack. She laughed and he snapped the photo. Then he promised he'd send her a copy in the mail.
"How was the party?" Mrs. Stacey asked when Gwen let herself in that evening.
She walked into the living room, where her parents were still up watching a movie. Having a dad who was police chief of New York city often kept him away for long hours, so her parents snuck in alone time as often as possible. She didn't intend to stay for more than a couple minutes.
"Good. Fun." Gwen looked toward the stairs, arranging her face in an expression of longing. "I'm really tired. So…"
"Oh! Of course!" Mrs. Stacey leaped up to kiss her cheek. "Sleep well, sweetie."
"Thanks, mom." She turned to the Captain. "Night, dad."
"Sleep well, Gwennie."
"Will do!" She called as she hurried up to the second story of their little house, trying not to roll her eyes at her ridiculous nickname.
She didn't go to bed, though, not right away. Instead she logged onto her email and typed out a message to Liz.
So, Peter Parker is actually very cute. And not boring. I don't know what you were talking about. See you tomorrow. Love, Gwen
A reply came only a moment later. Liz was fast when it came to these things.
Hehe. Yes, he's very boring. All he talks about is his stupid camera! But yes, darling, he is a cutie pie. Enjoy the all-you-can-swallow Parker buffet! -Liz, aka your biggest fan in the whole entire word. (yikes!)
Gwen laughed and bent over to write back.
Thanks, biggest fan. I had no idea you loved me so. I still don't know how you can find him boring. He's very sweet. He wasn't even drinking beer tonight like all the other idiots at that idiotic party. Love, Gwen (YOUR biggest fan!)
The word idiot needs to be taken from your vocab, sweetie. -Liz, no longer your biggest fan.
Gwen laughed and shut down her laptop. She climbed into bed, envisioning future conversations with Peter Parker. She hoped there would be many.
Even if it did mean getting her picture taken every time.