Journal
(Note: Pretend Liz didn't move away, but she likes him, and he's gotten over her)
He was sleeping, in the middle of Chemistry, Peter was sleeping while everyone was mixing chemicals, how was he asleep! Liz looked up from her station, safety glasses clouding her line of sight as she gazed at his slumped form across from her, his books strewn out under his head, as he slept, she could tell he was out cold, the chemicals were so strong she was surprised he could even fall asleep.
Sighing Liz walked over to the other side of the lab coming up to the teen "Pete... Peter" She whispered gently, noticing the sounds that Peter was making. Peter was purring, like a cat she placed a gentle hand over his back, feeling the strong vibrate that was coming from him. Could humans even purr? He hadn't even stirred but his purr grew louder as she stroked a hand over his shirt, the wrinkles smoothing under her touch.
"So now add the Nitrus Hydrogen to the mixture, keep your fingers out of the way, and make sure to keep your glasses on" Mrs. Thomas called to the rest of the students, her example shown on the Powerpoint in small pictures, hopefully, everyone was watching the board instead of her attempts to get him up.
Liz continued to attempt to wake him up, his small form vibrating as he purred, "Peter!" she whispered-yelled, he stirred, grunting at the sudden noise. She tried pushing him when she noticed the small book, it had a leather cover, a small strap wrapped across the top, it seemed like a diary of sorts. Liz felt her heart quicken, Peter's journal, he wouldn't mind if she just took a look..... Liz reached out and pulled the small book into her arms, carrying it back to her spot. She pulled the strap off and opened it. the first page covered in small doodles with Peter's neat handwriting on the paper
Peter Parker 2017 May 23
So, I don't know why I'm writing a journal but apparently my therapist says it's "healing" or whatever, so here it goes. Ever since the incident, I've been waking up from nightmares, bad ones I always feel so trapped, it's been so hard and even as he is in jail, I can't help but think he'll get out and tell everyone my secret, Liz is distant, I feel so terrible for what happened to her, how badly it must be affecting her, seeing that I've been the cause to pretty much all of her problems, MJ keeps coming over, appearing at my door, I really like her, a lot, I don't even know if she feels the same way, but I think she likes me, I mean I hope she does.
Mr. Stark told me not to worry about the details, he and Pepper are happy and I'm excited, but ever since May kicked me out, I've been a mess, thank god Mr. Stark decided to adopt me, and keep me safe, I've got my own room, and living next to Clint isn't so bad, though I feel terrible for Bucky, him being so close to Steve's room, and for sure there has been something going on with Nat and him. I mean its happened more than once when Bucky has shown up at my door in the middle of the night, I'm glad he comes to me, Bucky is awesome and I love hanging out with him.
And not to mention my secret, I think it's under wraps, of course, MJ is on to me, but her being so brilliant I'm not surprised when Capsicle found out he was pretty mad, yelled at Tony and he wouldn't talk to me or him for about a week, Clint was more than excited, Nat loves being so close to her favorite "Nephew."
Well I guess that's about it-
Liz snapped the book close, sliding it over to where she had taken it, her eyes went wide when she heard Peter stirring, she felt her heart rate speed up, Peter looked up blearily, his eyes met hers and he looked around.
"Damn it!" Peter sat up, fully awake darting over to the beakers he followed the directions as fast as possible, Liz sat confused as the nerd poured the chemicals in, gagging heavily at the smell as he rushed through. "Why didn't you wake me?" He muttered rushing to get the mixture right.
"Umm... I mean you looked so peaceful," she bit her lip, hoping he wouldn't notice that the journal was open for everyone to see, Liz stood up, angling her head to catch a few words.
I can't let anyone find out.
Bucky made this stupid Poptart city in his closet, so now his room smells like stale pop tarts.
I approached Steve and Nat about their relationship, they weren't too happy...
Peter followed her gaze and inhaled sharply when he noticed the journal, giving her a quizzical look, Liz squirmed uncomfortably, thinking about what she had read. Yeah no she was going to talk to him about this.