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five times kissed // Accepting

1.) “ Listen, guys like me don’t get girls like her.” He huffed, his hand jutted out to the side as if the general direction in which it pointed signified her presence. “ Gwen is- is- just - i mean look at her! The only person who could even hold a candle to a girl like that is you! Ah, well…” He stammered awkwardly, “ Just ask Harry, he never shuts up about you.” Nice save Parker. “ Guys like Harry get girls like you… and Gwen. “ He sat down beside her , pulling his feet up onto the bed with him. “ Everyone likes Harry. I-I've-I’ve never even kissed a girl.” She’s the only one he’d ever admit that too. The secrets they told one another in his room ( or even when they hid out on the fire escape) were theirs. They were single moments isolated in time. They were precious and well kept. She was precious. He doesn’t know it yet, but Mary Jane’s flame shown brighter than anyone’s.

2.) “ I thought you were going out?” He was at least, but he could have sworn she said she had a date. “ Harry coming?” He asked taking the stairs two at a time to get to her all the faster. He spun on his heels as he reached the base and said “ I did what you said, she said she’d think about it- I think that’s a good sign.” He smiled, as if his own news might cheer her up. “ Here, l-lets call Harry up, I’ll even wait with you.” He smiled again as he sat down. “ And if the loser doesn’t show, I’ll give him hell- and you can have my free frozen yogurt coupon. It’s for the one round the corner– it’s your favorite place right? I can’t remember, is it the Georgia Peach or the Watermelon one you like best?”

3.) “ I’m so- I just- God, MJ I’m so stupid.” he’s furious at himself. if he’d been smarter and a little more careful he’d have remembered to take the tickets for the dance out his jeans before they went through the wash, then he wouldn’t be refused entry.

Forge dance tickets?

The thought irked him.

But then, the situation wouldn’t be like this if he hadn’t done… whatever it was that had Gwen so furious at him. He was accustomed to Mary Jane and Harry’s on-again-off-again high life, but for him and his adoration of Miss Stacy this only came as a crushing blow. If he had known what he had done wrong he’d have apologized or even avoided doing– whatever it was! Then Gwen wouldn’t have asked Harry and Harry certainly would have tried to patch things with Mary Jane and the four of them would have had a wonderful evening inside the dance.

“ Listen- listen, I told your aunt and mine that we’d be back by midnight at the latest… why not make the most of the night?”

It had taken a bit of planning and a few warnings regarding unwanted loitering, but what they had between them was twenty six dollars and two city bus passes. All that they needed was a map.

It was like they were kids again, holding hands to cross the street, running at top speed and screaming and giggling as if the ‘walk now’ sign was going to vanish as soon as they left the side walk. But what they are now is a couple of teenagers running through the dark, lit up only by the street lamps.

Him in an old worn and oversized suit and her in a pretty dress and high heels.

The arcade had been his choice. It was their the first stop off of the bus and with a few quarters distributed between them, they had spent a few hours talking and laughing over who was the true champion of Galaga, Pac-man, and the final showdown over a game of Street Fighter.

He had been surprised she’d wanted to try the roller rink- but then she had only seen it out of he window of the bus and he had tried his hardest to pull the bell ( without breaking it) to stop close by. They had to walk a few blocks back to the rink- and Peter certainly hadn’t minded carrying her part of the way. he could stop a train with his bare hands and right now Mary Jane had felt light than a feather.

He found it easy to go backward and forwards on the roller blades, letting her hang onto his arm and eventually pulling her around the rink. He wondered, without his abilities, would he be falling over just like her? A heightened sense of balance finally came in handy. He was just happy to hear her laugh.

They concluded the night at a dive of a diner at the end of the line. They simply were waiting for the last bus to come and take them home. “ Hey, look, they’ve got a Jukebox.” he pointed a fry over at the ancient machine, “ Do you… still want to dance? ten cents for a song.”

He let her pick the song as he dug a dime out from his wallet. He wasn’t familiar with any of the selections any more than she was, but a song was song. Wasn’t it?

“ Earth angel, earth angel, will you be mine? My darling dear, love you all the time.

I’m just a fool, a fool in love with you.”

“ Just like we practiced? Right?” he asked holding out his hand before spinning her around. he had thought that it would have been Gwen in his arms, and he felt guilty…

because he was glad it wasn’t.

4.) He’s careful not to let the door shut too loudly. The standard rule whenever she spent the night was that he was to take the couch.

But he knew her well enough to know that tonight was not the night to simply sleep it off. He had knocked before coming in, waiting for her consent before entering.

“ You okay?” he whispered, sliding in on top of the covers. He cannot fix what she is going through. He cannot save her.

All that he can do is hold her for as long as she wanted him to and pray that she came back the next night. If she asked, he’d hold her forever.

5.) The first ring had been one of solid gold with a diamond the size of a walnut. She had been wise to tell him no. for all her reasons and explanation what had stuck with him was:

“Are you doing this because you need someone, or because you need me?”

What had he needed then? He needed Aunt May to be well an for Gwen to be alive and for that whole occurrence to not be his fault.

He had killed her.

Over and over

he could hear the snap of her neck resonating up his webbing.

He had saved her, not killed her. He could never do that.

But he had, he had.

And Mary Jane was all that he had left. He couldn’t lose her too.

But he was older now, and perhaps… perhaps wiser? or perhaps more cynical. But Mary Jane had made everything bright. She just lit up the room.

Who could hold a candle to all of the things, both good and bad, that made up her being? Made up her soul?

He had had time to think it all over. he’d even gone and gotten her a new ring. He had found it in an antique store. It was worn and tarnished with a few engraved flowers twinning about the band. Those were her favorite, he had thought.

He’d had the little inexpensive band of gold cleaned and put in a small black box.

“ When you get back, we’ll talk then. I’m… I’m afraid of the answer now. " He can feel her fingers slipping away from his.“ I love you.”

@websaved